The Goat And The Moose

The goat climbed the mountain claiming royalty
He looked across the land at those he deemed inferior
Began his speech demanding loyalty
Slowly revealing his jet black interior

Along came the moose who showed his might and power
Effortless, magnificent, with great technique
No one would deny this was his finest hour
He claimed his rightful spot atop the regal peak

The goat tried to usurp the throne but came up short
The moose was sturdy as a rock, the goat a feather
The goat made a proposal, his last resort
The moose kindly agreed to rule the land together

The goat stood proudly with the moose on the summit
But taking full advantage, pushed him over the edge
The goat began to taunt him saying, “Overcome it!”
“Oh no,” said Moose, “in other ways I’ll get revenge!”

BROKEN PLEDGE

CARERE
VERBAL SMARTS
CARERE
CRACKS HEARTS

CARERE
DRINKS JUICES
CARERE
BREAKS TRUCES

OOOOOO OOOOOO
OOOOOO OOOOOO

CARERE (CARERE)
BROKEN PLEDGE (FEEBLE EXCUSE)
CARERE (CARERE)
MODERN BRUTUS (GRUBBY VERMIN)

CARERE

The Unveiling

Restriction: Have four distinct characters, whose vocals overlap during the song.

[ACT 1]

(Benjamin Bartlow)
Julianne, it could work if we try
I don’t see our relationship failing
Why are ghosts and the living so often apart?
I’ve had enough of this veiling…

(Julianne Goddard)
Dad, I feel it again
Like I said, it’s that vibe, it’s that smell-but-not-quite
And whenever this happens
I get this bad feeling we’re in for a fright…

[ACT 2]

(Michael Goddard)
What’s going on here?
Who’s that in the corner?
My God, you’re were right, dear
Julianne, I’m sorry

I can’t believe my eyes
I just never realized that our house is really haunted

You must be the Bartlows
Aren’t you Bartlows?
I knew it all along!
I’m going crazy
We’re going crazy
I knew it all along!

(Julianne Goddard)
Daddy, look, I told you!
Told you, told you, told you!
They made the rattling!
They rearrange things!

I knew all along, Dad
You thought that I was wrong, but our house is really haunted

Dad, are they the Bartlows?
They must be the Bartlows!
I knew it all along!
See, I’m not crazy!
Daddy, I’m not crazy!
I knew it all along!

(Kathy Goddard)
I’ve never seen those flowers
Where did they come from?
No wonder I can’t
Get a wink of sleep here

All along I knew
Though I thought it can’t be true, that our house is really haunted

Ah, so you’re the Bartlows
The poor, poor Bartlows
I knew it all along!
This house is crazy
I knew this house was crazy!
I knew it all along!

This Ghoulish Throng

Restriction: No instruments other than your voice. Also, punch Greg in the head, next chance you get.

Looking to the left, looking to the right
How are there shadows here without a speck of light?
They’ve been crawling ’round the room for the whole of the night
Never thought I’d go crazy, but hey, I just might

Trying to clear my head, trying to close my eyes
Still seeing shadows to my frustrated surprise
Maybe it’s my mind, playing tricks that I despise
But these things are much too vivid, I don’t think that quite applies

I wish I could recall just what I’ve done wrong
To be bothered by the spirits of this ghoulish throng
Phantoms, please and thank you, say your susurrous so-longs
And leave me to my sleep, away from all your taunting songs

Juror #4

Dalhousie stopped, and furrowed his brows in disbelief
As he recognized the face
“Certainly not,” he muttered, “that can’t be Edward Johns;
He disappeared without a trace!”

“And why is nobody surprised here? Forget about that crook!”
After mumbling that, he leaned in for a closer look

And sat back down, relieved, but still a tad confused
As he took a heavy breath
“The real Ed Johns, he had a scar on his right hand;
That man’s scar is on his left!”

Juror #7

I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go
Wasting my time, he did the crime
Bang the gavel, yes he’s guilty, we all know

I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go
I’ve got a date, I can’t be late
I need time to put on my new eyeshadow

I’ve gotta go

I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go
I’ve gotta go, I’ve gotta go, really really really really gotta go

Places To Be

Gabriella, I know you’ve got places to be
Darling, please, just one minute, listen to me

Let the pictures go (x4)

Gabriella, I know you’ve got places to be

Abigail Allison

Restriction: The words of the song must be in alphabetical order. (Hopefully I’m allowed, as a concession, to cycle through the alphabet twice, because that’s what I did.)

Abigail Allison, an average belle
Despite disgusted efforts, excitedly fell
In love, madly, majorly, messily, mistakenly
Nobody questioned, really; she started taking the

Affectionate attitude, changing disposition
Ditching, eventually, her initial intuition
Marvelous, miraculous, phenomenal reversal
Romance, she thought: ultimately universal

Michael Goddard

I’ve had enough of these carpets
They remind me of the Bartlows — oh that poor family!
And I should probably inquire
About the sounds that plague our home and keep Kathy up at night

And lately, Julianne’s been acting strangely
Making claims about rattling — kids and imaginations!
There is no explanation
For the noises or for why I’m the only sane Goddard left

City Clocks

Between the sounds and the light of this storm
Where all the shadows and clouds take their form
The scales and clocks of the cities function
Mirrors echo the audience

Something’s at work here, forces and magnets, pieces and fragments fall
Something’s at work here, senses and reason, the secrets of our control

Amidst the rush and the interference
The clocks and scales of the cities go

Something’s at work here, forces and magnets, pieces and fragments fall
Something’s at work here, senses and reason, the secrets of our control