Endless nights and darkened days Is all I see when I open my eyes and see no gods for whom to pray I ask myself is it worth all this Or should I give myself a deathly kiss I no longer know who I am They call me Dog, maybe their right cus I don’t feel like a man All I see is fire and think of how I ran She saw within me a noble light All I can think of is a kiss that didn’t happen on that fiery night She haunts my dreams and my waking thoughts Her smile as beautiful as the songs a child is taught Never before have I felt this way Never before was Love a word I would say Death is all I know and all I love But for her I will change my life and try to forget all I have done I will find her if I must search a thousand years I will even walk through fire to save her and conquer my fears For she is the only happiness I have ever known I shall not rest till she is safe again in her home I would give anything for just one kiss It would give me a lifetime full of only bliss But I will be happy if she gives me only a kind word Because I will forever secretly love my Little Bird
Sansa, Sansa, realize Sansa, Sansa, no friend of mine Time won’t keep us anymore It’s the usefulness of letting go Your perfect plan has come and gone Like our Lord Father’s head’s benefits
They say You bought the same old trip So innocent your’e out of reach You bought the same old trip
Lawful, vengeful, awful, friendship, misfits Bits of feelings, thieving, fits inside revealing Time to Sansa, Sansa, realize Sansa, Sansa, no friend of mine
You bought the same old trip So innocent your’e out of reach You bought the same old trip Sigh of relief inside of a dream You bought the same old
Sansa, Sansa, realize Sansa, Sansa, paid to Sansa, Sansa, realize Sansa, Sansa, no sister of mine
You bought the same old trip So innocent your’e out of reach You bought the same old trip Sigh of relief inside of a dream You bought the same old trip
The Young Wolf is dead and cold, the little She-Wolf lost in the world, Little Bird still in her golden cage, her brother turning in a seeing mage, the wild boy may become a cannibal, their half-brother may be killed at the Wall, but when the faith together them will bring, they will happily live through the spring.
Just because your verses are first rate Doesn’t mean Brienne you can berate Buck said I should rhyme more, so here I am To defend the honour of the warrior M’am I am not a horse but her champion I’ll be In this trial by combat from me you will flee! Yes, our girl Brienne’s not the brightest flame And her search for Sansa admittedly was lame But she’s brave and decent and fears no man Which is more than most of Westeros can She gave Jaime his first non-Lannister hard on What girl in Westeros can claim that? Come on! Thhe cotht thpitting Vargo hith very own ear And taught him that thaphireth are a thing to fear So no bard may come here to insult our Brienne And if he does, his greatsword prepare he can!
Brienne jumped his ass, didn’t treat Ser Loras gently Because all she ever wanted was to pledge her sword to Renly That didn’t go well, so she dedicates that sword to kill his brother He’s up north, its like they couldn’t be further from one another She’s always fucking up, do you get the jist Promised Jaime saftley home, now he’s missing past the wrist Couldn’t even die for her love, she is no martyr Just a warrior who can’t find Starks daughter Now looking at her resume, I think its absurd That Catelyn thinks anything will come from Brienne’s word
SANDOR CLEGANE THE HOUND SINGS AS THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA
THE HOUND
[Singing to Sansa]
I have come here To hear your sweet song Now alone In your chamber It is not wrong To hear Your song Your song
Now that you’re near My little bird Give me a bone From the moment I set eyes on you I have needed You to sing To please me, You will sing My song My song
Darkness Heightens My imagination Night time, Little Bird, awakens my sensation Drop your defenses, Stir my hound senses
Slowly, softly I can be quite tender Grasp it, sense it Now Sansa please surrender
Turn your eyes away From my burned face, I do say Your eyes should not stray Upon this ugly sight I’ll listen to your sweet song for your Knight
Open up your eyes And tell me no more lies I am your dream I am not mean I bring life Not endless strife As before Sansa explore Your song will start to soar And we’ll love As we’ve never Loved before
Kindly, gently, my dear, I can be quite tender Can’t you feel it? Sansa now surrender Hearing is believing; no song should be deceiving Dare you trust the darkness that is night? Where I hide my sad face from candlelight.
Sweetly, softly, Your voice shall surround me I’ll hear it, feel it, closing in around me If you open up your mind Maybe, Sansa you will find In the darkness, me you cannot fight My sad face that I must hide at night
You can find If you look deep into your mind A new world unlike what we knew before So you see, you are really free But, Little Bird, will you belong to me
Let your song begin Sansa, will you please give in? See your Hound in another light. Although I am a horrid sight Little Bird’s sweet song Will nurse me through the night.
You alone Can make my heart take flight Please sing a song for me tonight
FEATURING LYANNA, SANSA, JON SNOW, ROBERT, RHAEGAR AND THEIR FALLEN COMRADES NED STARK Alone, I wait in darkness. I count the hours. Till I can sleep. In my dream Lyanna’s standing by. I made her weep To know I die. Alone, to the old gods I pray That on this my last day Please keep my children safe In your embrace In their case. Gods on high, Hear my prayer. I am ready For your care. I do dare. I am there. Let me see. Where I’ll be For eternity –a tree. Take me home. I want my home.
LYANNA My dear Ned, I bless your name.
NED STARK I’m ready, Lya.
LYANNA Brother, rest, all the same.
NED STARK This is my last of days
LYANNA You raised my Jon with love.
NED STARK He’s a man of the Watch
LYANNA The old gods will take you.
SANSA Father, what can I do? Father, I love you. They said you’d gone away!
NED STARK Sansa, my dear. Thank the gods you’re here. What a good day.
JON SNOW Father, please forgive me. I wanted you to see That I am living Because of all your giving. Dear Father, you are too good. Shall I carry you out to the godswood? I have been at the Wall An ice cliff so tall But I came home to you.
NED STARK Now you are here. Sit beside me. So I can die in peace. I have been blessed. Let me rest.
JON SNOW You will live! Father, you will live. I refuse to say good-bye.
NED STARK Jon, do not forbid me now to die. I ask Why? I can try. To the tree I send my last confession. I will see When I am finally sleeping. My short story Of your mother’s love for you. Lya gave her life for you. Then she gave you to my keeping.
LYANNA Come with me. Nightmares will never find you. All your regrets At last, Will be behind you. And to the old gods I pray for mercy.
NED STARK Forgive all my sins. Take me to my glory.
NED STARK, LYANNA, RHAEGAR, AND ROBERT Take our hand. We’ll lead you to the night land. Take our hearts, In which you are a part. And remember Our times at Winter-Fell We did dwell In a heaven Not a hell.
CHORUS OF ALL WHO DIED IN ROBERT’S REBELLION AND ON THE WALL Do you hear the North lords sing? Heading to the valley of the night. It is the singing in the trees Leading us into the light. On earth did we meet our end. Into the roots we’ll wend. The soul never lies. The dark night will end. And we will rise. We have laid down the sword In order to seek out The old gods and their reward.
Will you march in our parade? Will you join hands with me? Our lives have been made So in death we soon shall see. Do you hear the Children sing? Their shields a distant drum. It is our death they mean to bring, When salvation comes.
Will you come and join on up? Will you drink from my cup? Raise your glass; drink with me. A new world we soon will see. Do you hear the Children sing? Their shields a distant drum. It is our death they mean to bring, When salvation comes.
At night I am alone again. To Sandor I turn to. He’s who I go to. With all my hope. He is my friend. The burned face I say hello to.
And when the dark is near, I make believe Sandor is here.
Sometimes when I’m alone at night, I fear everybody hears me weeping. I think of Sandor, And then I am happy. And I do not worry about sleeping. The Eyrie goes to bed, Then I dream inside my head.
All alone Dreaming my Hound’s beside me. He’s my own. I talk with him till morning. Without him, I wear his cloak around me. At night I go to bed, close my eyes Until he’s found me.
In the dark, his eyes shine like silver. The lights dance as if upon a river. In the dark, he fills my room with starlight. I see Sandor and me forever and forever.
And I know he lives only in my mind. That only in my mind I talk to him. In my heart, I know that he is kind. Oh dear gods, find a way for us! I love him! But when the night is over. He is gone. My days are filled with longing. With him In my arms he is a belonging. My life is filled with dangers The Eyrie is housed with strangers I love him! But I am slowly learning. That my love Will always go on burning Without him, My world will keep on turning. And my world he keeps on spurning. The Hound’s love is like one I’ve never known.
I love him! I love him! I love him! Only when I’m alone.
L’erede del signore i vessilli a sé chiamò E i suoi uomini gli misero una corona in testa Ma una promessa un giorno ahimè dimenticò E senza pietà fu massacrato ad una festa
A sua sorella dissero, “tu diverrai regina” Amava le canzoni su dame e cavalieri Ma oramai è cresciuta, non è più una bambina E si è dimenticata i suoi sogni di ieri
Viveva a Grande Inverno una giovane ribelle Che volle un giorno imparar come tirar di spada Ma nella capitale un dì rischiò la pelle E non tornò più a casa, si perse per la strada
Per amore un uomo lo gettò giù da una torre Il piccolo Bran Stark camminare non può più Ma anche se non si arrampica e non corre Imparerà a volare e ad andar sempre più su
Del quinto figlio non abbiam saputo nulla per un po’ Ma il buon contrabbandiere lo riporta a Grande Inverno L’erede del ragazzo che già il Nord liberò Ai Bolton e ai Frey farà veder l’inferno!
(Literal translation: The lord’s heir called the banners And his men put a crown on his head But alas one day he forgot a promise And without mercy he was killed at a feast
To his sister they said, “you will be a queen” She used to love the songs about ladies and knights But now she’s grown up, she’s a child no more And she has forgotten what she dreamed yesterday
A young rebel once lived in Winterfell She wanted to learn how to fight with a sword But she risked her life in the capital one day And she never came home, on the road she lost the way
For love a man shoved him down a tower And young Bran Stark can walk no more But even if he cannot run and climb He is learning to fly, higher and higher
Of the fifth son we’ve known nothing for a while But the good smuggler is taking him to Winterfell The heir of the boy who already freed the north Is going to show hell to the Boltons and the Freys)
Sansa Stark welcomes Brienne as her savior and wants to repay her for being such a good sport. She decides Brienne needs a makeover to be “Beauty-full”. (Bear in mind Galinda is ditzy, and will later change her name to Glinda in the musical; she also likes to make things up, especially words!)
SANSA STARK as GALINDA, GOOD WITCH OF THE NORTH BRIENNE OF TARTH as ELPHABA, WICKED WITCH OF THE WEST
Singing “BEAUTY-FULL” IN PLACE OF “POPULAR”
SANSA (Spoken) Goody. It’s time! And Bree – is it all right if I call you Bree? BRIENNE Well, it’s kind of girly. SANSA And you can call me … Sansa Stark. You see Bree, now that we’re friends, I’ve decided to make you my new project. BRIENNE You really don’t have to do that…
SANSA: (Spoken) I know, that’s what makes me so special!
(Sung) Whenever I see a homely girl - to be honest Who is not as pretty as I? My gentle heart tends to start to bleed. And when someone needs a makeover, I rush in to take over! Because I know exactly my good deed!
And even with your face, Which may require a veil of Myrish lace For it is the toughest case For me to face No fear, I’m determined to succeed! Follow my lead, and yes indeed, you will be…
BEAUTY-FULL! you’re gonna be BEAUTY-FULL! I’ll teach you how to flirt with boys, Make them your new toys, little ways to stalk and pounce, ooh!
I’ll show you what furs to wear! how to style your hair! Everything that really counts to be … BEAUTY-FULL! I’ll help you be BEAUTY-FULL!!
I’ll let you borrow my clothes. We can paint our toes. Share any girl-secret you need to know. So let’s stark, I mean start, ‘cause you’ve got an aw’fly long way to go!
Don’t be offended by my spot-on analysis. It will be like a total face dialysis. Now that we’re pals, sisters, and advisors, But I am the wiser! Because I know about BEAUTY-FULL! I’ll help you be BEAUTY-FULL!! With a leg-up from me, a stunner you will be, instead of ugly who you were…uh, are. There’s nothing that can stop you from becoming BEAUTY-FULL!
Fa, la. La , la! La , la! We’re gonna make you BEAUTY-FULL! I’ll help you be BEAUTY-FULL!!!
When I see depressing features I pity such frightening creatures, I remind them on their own behalf to - think - of celebrated movie stars of late or ‘specially celebrities - Did they have brains or knowledge? Don’t make me laugh!
They were BEAUTY-FULL! Please! It’s all about being BEAUTY-FULL! It’s all about how you’re viewed, Not your IQ, nor attitude So get in the mood to be Very, very BEAUTY-FULL! like ME!
BRIENNE (Spoken) This will never work! SANSA (Spoken) Your whole life will change! All because of me! First your hair. See? This is how you toss your hair: (Sansa does an exaggerated head toss with a come-hither facial expression. Bree makes an attempt, but her neck is too large for free-rein movability.) SANSA Well, you practice! And now – (She selects her party dress, which she tries to squeeze Bree into) I don’t know. This magnificent ball gown trumps your frock – (It tears as Sansa tries to get it over Bree’s armor) Oh, just wear the mail. And this! (Sansa takes a flower out of her hair and pins it into Brienne’s) (Spoken)
Why, MISS BRIENNE, look at you. you’re beautiful!
BRIENNE: (Spoken) I, I have to go…
SANSA (Spoken) You’re welcome…
(Sung) And though you protest, your disinterest, I know clandestinely, You’re gonna’ grin and bear it! You’re new found BEAUTI -FULL- ITY! ah!
La , la! La , la! You’ll be BEAUTI -FULL! just not quite as BEAUTI -FULL as ME!
