Joan of Arc, Supermaid - A Rock Opera
NAPOLEON
I dreamed I met a maid from France;
A most inspiring soul.
She had that look you seldom see:
The fearless, yet restrained.
I asked her what compelled her be,
How her story begun.
I questioned her, she said no word,
As if in other world.
And next, the room was full of stern and armored men,
They seemed in awe of her.
They knelt and then
They vanished once again.
Then I saw legions upon legions,
Cheering for this one maid.
And then I heard them chant my name,
As if our fates were braid.
FOLLOWERS
Vive L'Empereur!
FOLLOWERS
Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Hey Joan, Joan won't you lead us on?
Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Vive Maid of Orléans!
Pierre Cauchon
Tell courtroom to be silent, we foresee a threat quite violent.
This common host, has much too boast.
Tell these men who sing your praise, that they are fools and out of phase.
They're not on the course, the Church will likely endorse.
FOLLOWERS
Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Hey Joan, Joan, you're a Saint, our Saint-to-be!
Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Hey Maid of Orléans!
Joan of Arc
Why squander words rebuking this crowd?
Nothing can hush their voices, loud.
If every man were silenced here,
The sky and earth themselves would cheer.
FOLLOWERS and Joan of Arc
Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
FOLLOWERS
Hey Joan, Joan, won't you fight for France?
Jeanne, Vive Jeanne, Hey Maid of Orléans!
Joan of Arc
Sing me your hymns,
But not just for me, do sing.
Sing out for France,
For you are blessed.
There's not one here
Who cannot win a soul.
The meek, the brave,
The living and the saved.
FOLLOWERS and Joan of Arc
Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Jeanne, Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
Hey Jeanne, Vive Jeanne!
[FOLLOWERS:] Joan! Joan! Joan! Joan!
FOLLOWERS
Hey Joan, Joan, won't you burn for me?
Jeanne, Vive Jeanne, Hey Maid of Orléans!
KING CHARLES VII
My mind is clearer now,
At last all too well
I can see where France will soon will be.
If you strip away the myth from the maid,
You will see where we all soon will be. Joan!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This voice of Saints is true.
And all the good you've done
Will soon get swept away.
You've begun to matter more
Than voices you obey.
Listen Joan, I don't like what I see.
All I ask is that you listen to me.
And remember, I've been your king all along.
You have kindled their zeitgeist.
They think they've found a Jesus Christ.
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.
I remember when this whole thing began.
No talk of saints then, we called you a girl.
And believe me, my support for you hasn't unfurled.
But every word you say today
Gets twisted 'round some other way.
And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied.
Domrémy, your famous daughter should have stayed a shepherdess
Like her father tending sheep, she'd have made good.
Fields, farms, and rural charms would have suited Joan best.
She'd have caused nobody harm; no one would have been distressed.
Listen, Joan, do you care for our France?
Don't you see we must keep in our stance?
We are occupied; have you forgotten how down-trodden we are?
I am frightened by the crowd.
For they are getting much too loud.
And they'll crush us if you go too far.
If they go too far....
Listen, Joan, to the warning I give.
Please know that I want us to convive.
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour.
All your followers are blind,
Too much sainthood on their minds.
It was beautiful, but now it's sour.
Yes, it's all gone sour.
Listen, Joan, to the warning I give.
Please know that I want you to live.
C'mon, c'mon,
She won't listen to me...
C'mon, c'mon,
She won't listen to me...
FOLLOWERS
Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine.
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Till this evening is this morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be of service.
Knew that I would earn it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can chant of Orleans,
So they'll still talk about us et la France.
JOAN
The end... is just a little harder, when brought about by our liege.
For all you care, your deeds could be my blood.
For all you care, your gifts to each other could be my body.
The end! It is my blood you act.
It is my body you give.
If you would remember me when you serve and donate.
I must be mad thinking I'll be remembered.
Yes, I must be out of my head.
Look at your blank faces. My name will mean nothing
Ten minutes after I'm dead.
The Church denies me.
One of you betrays me.
FOLLOWERS
No! Who would?! Impossible!
JOAN
The Church will deny me in just a few days.
With many more tailling,
And that's not all I see.
One of you here dining,
One of France's chosen
Will move to betray me.
KING CHARLES VII
Cut the dramatics!
You know very well who.
JOAN
Why don't you go do it?
KING CHARLES VII
You want me to do it!
JOAN
Hurry, English are waiting.
KING CHARLES VII
If you knew why I do it
JOAN
I don't care why you do it!
KING CHARLES VII
To think I admired you.
Well now I deny you.
JOAN
You liar. You Judas.
KING CHARLES VII
You want me to do it!
What if I man and supply you again?
And ruined your ambition.
Christ you deserve it.
JOAN
Hurry, you fool. Hurry and go.
Save me your speeches,
I don't want to know. Go!
FOLLOWERS
Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine.
What's that in the bread? It's gone to my head,
'Till this morning is this evening, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So they'll all talk about us when we've died.
KING CHARLES VII
You sad, pathetic maid, see what you make me do,
We lost city of Paris and all because of you.
But the unkingly part of all:
I need to turn you in.
Like a common criminal, like the traitor you could be.
A Retired Victor,
A Victor baddly tired,
Like a retired, tired, tired and retired, chef de guerre à la retraite
JOAN
English are waiting! Get out!
They're waiting, Oh, waiting my king's betrial!
KING CHARLES VII
Every time I look at you I don't understand
Why you let the things you did get so out of hand.
You'd have managed better if you'd follow what I planned...
Oh....
FOLLOWERS
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So they'll still talk about us when we've died.
JOAN
Will no one pray with me?
Soldiers, Priests, Frenchmen?
Will none of you burn with me?
Soldiers, Priests, Frenchmen?
JOAN
I only wish to say,
If there’s a way,
Keep the flames away from me,
For I am weaker than this torment.
Feel it burn me,
I have changed.
Once I heard voices, clear and sparkling.
Then, I was chosen.
Now, I’m trapped and poisoned.
Listen, surely I've met Heaven's expectations,
Fought one long year, seemed like twenty.
Has Jesus asked as much from any other soul?
But if I burn,
See my path through and keep my standard true,
Let them mock me, scorn me, chain me, tie me to the flames.
I want to know, I want to know, dear Jesus,
Want to know, I want to know, good Jesus,
Want to see, I want to see, dear Saints,
Want to see, I want to see, good Saints,
Why must I burn?
Will my name shine brighter than it ever has before?
Will all the hearts which moved beat same drum evermore?
I need to know, I need to know, dear Jesus,
Need to know, I need to know, good Jesus,
Need to see, I need to see, dear Saints,
Need to see, I need to see, good Saints,
If I am ash what will then be my crown?
If I am ash what will then be my crown?
Need to know, I need to know, dear Jesus,
I need to know, I need to know, good Jesus,
Why must I burn? Oh, why must I burn?
Can you tell me now my dust won't be forgotten?
Show me just a fragment of your grand celestial plane.
Show me there's a reason for my toils and my pain.
You've chosen me for grilling and tasked Rouen for embers.
Alright, I'll burn!
Just watch me burn!
See how I burn!
Oh oh oh oh
Yeah
See how I burn!
Back then I was chosen,
Now, I'm trapped and poisoned.
After all, I've tried for one year, seems like always.
Angel Michael, for The Throne, your white standard I've flown
In Rouen's fiery dawn, I'll burn for Christ, alone.
Heaven, your purpose is vast,
But in you, my trust is cast.
I'll wear your garb, accept my past.
Take me to your stake, Rouen.
Burn me, light me,
End me.
Take me, now!
Before my heart gives up.
CAUCHON
We've been sitting on the fence for far too long.
D'ESTIVET
Why let her upset us?
Cauchon, let her be.
All those imbeciles will see,
She really doesn't matter.
CAUCHON
Joan is important,
We've let her go her way before.
And while she starts the revolution,
We theorize and chatter.
D'ESTIVET
She's just another scripture thumping hack from France.
CAUCHON
The difference is they call her a Saint,
This difference frightens me!
What about the Church?
When they see a new Christ crowned,
Do you think they'll stand around,
Cheering, and applauding?
What about our cardinals?
If they see we've lost our nerve,
Don't you think that they deserve,
Something less challenging.
D'ESTIVET
They've got what they want,
They think so, anyway.
If she's what they want,
Why take their toy away?
She's a craze!
CAUCHON
Put yourself in my place,
I can hardly step aside.
Can not let my hands be tied.
I am law and order.
What about our priesthood?
Don't you see that we could fall?
If we are to last at all,
We can not be divided.
D'ESTIVET
Then say so to the council,
But don't rely on subtlety.
Let English scare them, or they won't see.
CAUCHON
Then we are decided?
D'ESTIVET
Then we are decided.
KING CHARLES VII
Now if I help you, it matters that you see
These sordid kinda things are coming hard to me.
It's taken me some time to work out what to do.
I weighed the whole thing out before I came to you.
I have no thought at all about my own reward.
I really didn't come here of my own accord.
Just don't say I'm ... damned for all time.
I came because I had to; I'm the one who saw.
Jesus can't control it like he did before.
And furthermore I know that Joan thinks so too.
Joan wouldn't mind that I was here with you.
I have no thought at all about my own reward.
I really didn't come here of my own accord.
Just don't say I'm ... damned for all time.
Burgundians, you're friends, worldly men and wise.
Cauchon, my friend, I know you sympathise.
Why are we the prophets? Why are we the ones
Who see the sad solution - know what must be done?
I have no thought at all about my own reward.
I really didn't come here of my own accord.
Just don't say I'm damned for all time.
BURGUNDIANS
Cut the protesting, forget the excuses.
We want information. Get up of the floor.
CAUCHON
We have the papers we need to arrest him.
You know his movements. We know the canon law.
BURGUNDIANS
Your help in this matter won't go unrewarded.
CAUCHON
We'll pay you in silver, cash on the nail.
We just need to know where the soldiers can find her.
BURGUNDIANS
With no armies around her.
CAUCHON
Then we can't fail.
KING CHARLES VII
I don't want your blood money!
CAUCHON
Oh, that doesn't matter, our expenses are good.
KING CHARLES VII
I don't need your blood money!
BURGUNDIANS
But you might as well take it. We think that you should.
CAUCHON
Think of the things you could do with that money,
Choose any charity - give to the poor.
We've noted your motives.
We've noted your feelings.
This isn't blood money - it's a ...
BURGUNDIANS
A fee.
CAUCHON
A fee nothing more.
KING CHARLES VII
On Tuesday morning you'll find her where you want her.
Far from her army, tired, locked out of gates of Compiégne.
BURGUNDIANS
Well done Sire. Good old Charles.
JOAN
Sire, must you betray me before I win Paris?
FOLLOWERS
What's the buzz?
Tell me what's happening. (Repeat a few times)
What's the buzz?
Tell me what's a-happening.
Hang on, Joan,
We're going to fight for you! (Repeat)
JOAN
Put away your sword
Don't you know that it's all over?
It was nice, but now it's gone.
Why are you obsessed with fighting?
Stick to treaties from now on.
FOLLOWERS
Tell me Joan how you feel tonight.
Do you plan to put up a fight?
Do you feel that you've had the breaks?
What would you say were your big mistakes?
Do you think that you may retire?
Did you think you would get much higher?
How do you view your coming trial?
Have your men proved at all worth while?
Come with us to see Cauchon.
You'll just love Rouen's courthouse.
You'll just love seeing Cauchon.
You'll just burn in the marketplace.
Come on God this is not like you.
Let us know what you're going to do.
You know what you're supporters feel;
You'll escape in the final reel.
Tell me Joan how you feel tonight.
Do you plan to put up a fight?
Do you feel that you've had the breaks?
What would you say were your big mistakes?
Come with us to see Cauchon.
You'll just love Rouen's courthouse.
You'll just love seeing Cauchon.
You'll just burn in the marketplace.
Now we have her!
Now we have got her!
Now we have her!
Now we have got her!
Now we have her!
Now we have got her!
Now we have her!
Now we have got her!
Now we have her!
Now we have got her!
CAUCHON
Joan, you must realize the serious charges facing you.
You say you're you hear voices of Saints in all your posts,
Well, is it true?
JOAN
That's what you say, you say that I hear.
CAUCHON
There you have it gentlemen.
What more evidence do we need?
Sire, thank you for the victim.
Stay a while and you'll see her bleed!
FOLLOWERS
Now we have her!
Now we've got her! (Repeat 4 times)
Take her to Rouen! (Repeat 4 times)
CHURCH ACTOR ONE
Most Reverend Cauchon, the courtroom waits your grace.
The theologians and clerics are here for the case.
CAUCHON
Ah gentlemen, you know our task in Rouen,
We've not much time, and big ask from Paris, London, Rome.
FRENCH ARMY (outside)
Vive la Vierge Jeanne! Long live Supermaiden!
Vive la Pucelle! Our Savioress!
Vive la Vierge Jeanne! Long live Supermaiden!
Vive la Pucelle! Our Savioress!
D'ESTIVET
Listen to that clamor, of peasants in the street!
A maid lifts up a banner, and they fall at her feet.
ALL (inside)
She is dangerous!
FRENCH ARMY (outside)
Joan of Arc, Our Savioress!
ALL (inside)
She is dangerous!
FRENCH ARMY (outside)
Tell us that you are
who we say that you are.
CHURCH ACTOR TWO
The Maid is in the tower, she will appear in court.
CHURCH ACTOR THREE
Her rabble-rousing mission
we are tasked to abort.
ALL (inside)
She is dangerous!
FRENCH ARMY (outside)
Joan of Arc, Our Savioress!
ALL (inside)
She is dangerous!
CHURCH ACTOR TWO
Your Excellency, she steps right outside our yard.
CHURCH ACTOR THREE
Most Reverend Cauchon, let in her English vanguard.
CAUCHON
No, wait!
We need a more lasting solution to any presumed plebiscite.
D'ESTIVET
What then to do about Joan of Arc?
Peasant supermaid, heroine of fools.
CHURCH ACTOR THREE
No riots, no armies, no credo, no sainting.
CAUCHON
One thing I'll say —- this Joan's not that bad.
D'ESTIVET
We dare not leave her to her own devices,
Her misguided armies will soon get out of hand.
CHURCH ACTORS
But how can we stop her?
Her glamour increases,
She’s capturing cities; she's topping the trends.
CAUCHON
I see bad things arising.
The crowd-crowned queen, the Word Order would ban.
I see blood and rebranding,
Our jobs outsourced because of one girl.
Blood and rebranding because of one girl.
ALL (inside)
Because, because, because of one girl.
CAUCHON
Our jobs outsourced because of one girl.
ALL (inside)
Because, because, because of one, 'cause of one, 'cause of one girl.
CHURCH ACTOR THREE
What then to do about this Joan mania?
D'ESTIVET
Now how do we deal
with a shepherdess queen?
CHURCH ACTORS
Where do we start with a Maiden bigger
Than even Charles was
when Charles was still the VI-th?
CAUCHON
Fools, you have no perception!
The stakes we are gambling are frighteningly high!
We must burn her completely,
So like Charles before her, this Joan of Arc must die.
For the sake of our Mother, Catholic Church, no relics.
ALL (inside)
Must die, must burn, this Joan must burn.
CAUCHON
Like Charles before Charles, this Joan has to die.
ALL (inside)
We must burn her completely, this Maiden must burn to thin dust!
She must burn completely, no proof of her being to everlast!
JOAN
Christ, forgive Rouen.
They don't know what they're doing.
Jesus, Jesus, why have you forgotten me?
Lord, into your hands, I commend my spirit.
JESUS
Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you, oh.
Don't you know
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine.
And we want you to sleep well tonight.
Let the world turn without you tonight.
If we try, we'll get by, so forget all about them tonight
FOLLOWERS
Everything's alright, yes, everything's alright, yes.
JESUS
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and anoint you.
Myrrh for your hot forehead, oh.
Then you'll feel
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine.
And it's cool, and the ointment's sweet
For the fire in your head and feet.
Close your eyes, close your eyes
And relax, think of nothing tonight.
FOLLOWERS
Everything's alright, yes, everything's alright, yes.
KING CHARLES VII
Christ your fine ointment, brand new and exquisite
Should have been saved for a king.
Why has it been wasted? We could have raised maybe
Three hundred silver pieces or more.
People who are welthier, people who are mightier
They matter more than a paysanne's skin!
JESUS
Try not to get worried, try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you, oh.
Don't you know
FOLLOWERS
Everything's alright, yes, everything's alright, yes.
JOAN
Surely you're not saying we have been elected
To lead the kings against their will?
There will be mad leaders, always in power.
Look at the good things you've got.
Think while you still have France!
Move while you still rule France!
You'll be lost, and you'll be sad without a kingdom.
JESUS
Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you and anoint you.
Myrrh for your hot forehead/
Then you'll feel
Everything's alright, yes, everything's fine.
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
For the fire in you head-to-feet.
Close your eyes, close your eyes, and relax
Think of nothing but light.
FOLLOWERS
Everything's alright, yes, everything's alright, yes.
JESUS
Close your eyes, close your eyes, and arise
KING CHARLES VII
It seems to me a strange thing, mystifying
That a Christ like you bestows his light on a lowly paysanne like her.
LA HIRE
Hey, cool it, king.
KING CHARLES VII
Yes, I can understand that she is a hero,
But to let her hear you and your saints, that's hardly in your line.
It's not that I object to her toils,
But she doesn't fit in well with what your Church teaches.
It doesn't help us if the Church is inconsistent.
The English only need a small excuse to make all world theirs.
JESUS CHRIST
Who are you to criticise her?
Who are you to despise her?
Leave her, leave her, let her be now.
Leave her, leave her, she's with me now.
If your slate is clean, then you can throw stones.
If your slate is not, then leave her alone.
FOLLOWERS
Hey, Jesus, what do we say?
Hey, Jesus, what do we say?
JESUS CHRIST
I'm amazed that you influencers can be so shallow, thick and slow
There is not a soul among you who knows or cares where I come or go.
FOLLOWERS
No, you're wrong!
You're very wrong!
No, you're wrong!
You're very wrong!
No, you're wrong!
You're very wrong!
No, you're wrong!
You're very wrong!
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
How can you say that?
JESUS CHRIST
Not one, not one of you!
FOLLOWERS
What's the buzz?
Tell me what's a-happening. (Repeat 8 times)
JESUS CHRIST
Why should you want to know?
Don't you mind about the future?
Don't you try to think ahead?
Save tomorrow for tomorrow;
Think about today instead.
FOLLOWERS
What's the buzz?
Tell me what's happening. (Repeat many times)
JESUS CHRIST
I could give you facts and figures.
Even give you plans and forecasts.
Even tell you where I'm going.
FOLLOWERS
When do we ride into Paris? (Repeat many times)
JESUS CHRIST
Why should you want to know?
Why are you obsessed with fighting
Times and fates you can't defy?
If you knew the path we're riding,
You'd understand it less than I.
FOLLOWERS
What's the buzz?
Tell me what's happening. (Repeat many times)
JOAN
Let me try to carry your cross for a bit (Repeat 5 times)
JESUS CHRIST
Joan, that is good,
While you chatter through your threads,
Where and when and who and how.
She alone has tried to give me
What I need right here and now.
FOLLOWERS
What's the buzz?
Tell me what's happening. (Repeat many times)
NAPOLEON
Who is this ghostly maid, appearing in my presence?
Who is this spectral form?
GHOSTLY SOLDIER
It's Joan of Arc,
Queen of France.
NAPOLEON
Ah, so this is Joan of Arc,
I've read about your spark.
You look so small,
Unfit for a war.
I've heard your tale of woes,
But are you she?
The Armored Savioress?
JOAN
Your words, not mine.
NAPOLEON
What do you mean by that?
That is not proper reply.
Je suis l'Empereur du Monde,
Shepherd,
Called Queen of the French.
How can someone in your state be so cool about her fate?
Perplexing circumstance, this silent queen of France.
Since you fought for The Cross, I am surely not your boss.
You're Church's face!
You're Pope's case!
GHOSTLY ARMY
Hey Joan, Hey Joan, Joan of Arc,
Hey Joan, brave heart, our spark will start.
Hey Joan, oh Joan, please make it clear,
You led wars before,
Why are you here?
THE POPE
Joan, I am ecstatic to meet you face to face.
You got signs of sainthood all around your case.
Leading armies, hearing voices from on-high.
And some claim you're God-sent, that I must canonize.
So, you are the Maid, you're the Church's SuperMaid.
Operate the change of fate; anoint yourself a saint.
Perform this small feat, make all skeptics retreat.
Come on, Supermaiden.
Joan, you can't conceive the stir you've made in Rome.
You're on everyone's lips, from pauper to the dome.
What a tale if it turns out false, my dear.
But I believe you could sway the critics, have no fear.
So, you are the Maid, you're Church's SuperMaid.
Show me you're Heaven's tool; walk unburned through fiery fuel.
If you pass through the flame, holy I will make your name.
Come on, Maid of Orléans.
I ask you as I would of any saint-to-be,
What gift from God was placed on you where all the world can see?
I am waiting, as the Church's guiding hand.
Awaiting proof that you're apart from those in the normy band.
So, if you are the Maid, the proclaimed Joan of Arc,
Fill the github with your deeds, heal world hunger and all needs.
Or are tales all gone wrong? Joan, why make us wait so long?
Oh! Come on, you Supermaiden.
Hey! Doesn't Church Triumphant scare you, Joan?
Oh, Venerable Joan of Arc?
You're a trademark, not a saint.
Proof is what we want, not quaint.
Keep her away,
Next audience: next century!
Speak no more, Joan of,
Silence, Joan of,
Quiet, you Venerable Blessed Saint Joan of Arc!
Leave our records!
Your standard leads nowhere, Joan,
Erase her from our archives!
NAPOLEON
And so the queen is once again my guest.
And why is this? Was The Pope unimpressed?
CAUCHON
We turn to history to seal our judgement.
We have no way to pain her after death.
We need her totally forgotten.
It's all you have to do.
We need her forgotten.
It's all you have to do.
NAPOLEON
Talk to me Joan of Arc.
You have been brought here
Manacled, burned by your own people.
Do you have the first idea why you deserve it?
Listen Savioress of France,
Where are your saved?
Look at me. Am I saved?
JOAN
I have no savings in the world.
I'm through.
There may be something saved for me somewhere.
If you only knew.
NAPOLEON
Then you are a savioress?
JOAN
It's you who say I am.
I look for truth and find that I get grilled.
NAPOLEON
But what is truth?
Is truth a changing law?
We both have truths.
Are mine the same as yours?
FRENCH MOB
Forget of her! Erase her deeds!
NAPOLEON
What do you mean?
You'd forget your savioress?
FRENCH MOB
We have no savior but our own selves!
NAPOLEON
She's done no wrong.
No, not the slightest thing.
FRENCH MOB
We have no savior but our own selves!
Erase her!
NAPOLEON
What is this new respect for self?
This was imported from New Orleans.
Who is this Saint? Why is she different?
You choose bad leaders by the sackful.
FRENCH MOB
We need her edited out,
It's all you have to do.
We need her erased,
It's all you have to do.
NAPOLEON
Talk to me, Joan of Arc.
Look at your Joan of Arc.
I'll agree she's mad.
Ought to be re-trialed,
But that is not a reason to erase her.
She's a sad little girl.
Not a Saviour or Christ.
Not even a liar,
I need a crime!
FOLLOWERS
Erase her!
NAPOLEON
Behold a Maiden,
Behold your shattered Queen.
FRENCH MOB
We have no saviour but US!
NAPOLEON
You hypocrites,
You hate US more than her.
FRENCH MOB
We have no saviour but The US!
Erase her!
NAPOLEON
I see no reason. I find no evil.
This girl is harmless, so why does she upset you?
She's just misguided, thinks she's important,
But to keep you vultures happy I shall edit her.
FRENCH MOB
Erase her! Erase her!
(Thirty-nine edits, Napoleon counts)
NAPOLEON
Where are you from Joan?
What do you want Joan?
Tell me.
You've got to be careful.
You could be erased soon,
Could well be.
Why do you not speak when
I hold your eternity in my hands?
How can you stay quiet?
I don't believe you understand.
JOAN
You have nothing in your hands.
Any power you have, comes to you from far beyond.
Everything is fixed, and you can't change it.
NAPOLEON
You're a fool Joan of Arc.
How can I help you?
FRENCH MOB
Napoleon, Erase her!
For all posterity.
You have a duty
To document French virtues, so erase her!
For all posterity.
You'll be demoted.
You'll be deported. Erase her!
For all posterity.
You have a duty
To document French virtues, so erase her!
For all posterity.
You'll be demoted.
You'll be deported. Erase her!
For all posterity.
You have a duty
To document French virtues, so erase her!
For all posterity.
You'll be demoted.
You'll be deported. Erase her!
NAPOLEON
Don't let me stop your great self-destruction.
Be forgoteen if you want to, you misguided martyr.
I wash my hands of your demolition.
Be forgoteen if you want to, you innocent soul!
JESUS
I know how to lead her.
What to do, how to move her.
She's been changed, yes really changed.
In these past few hundred years, since she is here,
She seems like someone else.
I don't know how to take this.
I don't see why he moves me.
She's a girl. She's just a girl.
And I've led so many girl souls before,
In very many ways,
She's just one more.
Should I keep her down?
Should I scream and shout?
Should I speak of might,
Let my Heavens light?
I never thought I'd come to this.
What's it all about?
Don't you think it's rather funny,
I should be in this position.
I'm the one who's always been
So calm, so cool, no lover's fool,
Running every show.
She loves me so.
I never thought I'd come to this.
What's it all about?
Yet, if he said he loved me,
I'd be lost. I'd be frightened.
I couldn't cope, just couldn't cope.
I'd turn my head. I'd back away.
I wouldn't want to know.
She trusts me so.
I know her so.
I guide her so.
White standard, bearer of light, proof of sun's godly might
You give the heroes the right to know their reason to fight
You survived revolutions raised reborn from the pyres
Woven of deeds and duties moved by cosmic tremors
How grand is this journey outside my own axes
High havens rolling my heart with one thunder
Who am I? I live the fever of the storm of neither
I am in the center of now. Born into being here.
I was born to do this for ever of forever.
Weaved the standard of hope. Shining its light whiter than white.
In Gods crystalline sublime, through the corridors of time, the heaven's plans assembled
I now begot the might and the light of the cause of reason to fight
I alone remain in the right of being my own virgin mother
the eye of the I
My dear Christ, I once burned for your Church
But in your name, good Christ,
For your light, I forgot to know how to die.
I now begot the might and the light of the cause of reason to fight
I alone remain in the right of being my own virgin mother
the eye of the I
MERCENARIES
Joan, you know we love you.
Did you see our grin?
We believe in you and Christ,
So lead us on a win.
Joan, you know we love you.
Did you see our grin?
We believe in you and Christ,
So lead us on a win.
Joan, we are with you.
Guide us, guide us, Joan.
Joan, we are on your side.
Lead us, lead us, Joan.
LA HIRE
Joan, what more do you need to convince you,
That you're our Command and easily as strong
As the English who plunder our homeland,
And who've terrorized France for so long.
MERCENARIES
Joan, we are with you.
Guide us, guide us, Joan.
Joan, we are on your side.
Lead us, lead us, Joan.
Joan, you know we love you.
Did you see our grin?
We believe in you and Christ,
So lead us on a win.
Joan, you know we love you.
Did you see our grin?
We believe in you and Christ,
So lead us on a win.
Joan, you know we love you.
Did you see our grin?
We believe in you and Christ,
So lead us on a win.
Joan, you know we love you.
Did you see our grin?
We believe in you and Christ,
So lead us on a win.
Joan, we are with you.
Guide us, guide us, Joan.
Joan, we are on your side.
Lead us, lead us, Joan.
LA HIRE
There must be legions upon legions
Screaming love and more for you.
And every one of all these legions
Would do whatever you ask them to.
Keep them yelling their devotion,
But add a touch of hate of English band.
You will rise to a greater stature,
We will win ourselves a stand.
You'll get the might and the light
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the might and the light
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the might and the light
For ever and ever and ever
You'll get the might and light, you'll get to be a saint
For ever and ever and ever
Forever Amen! Amen! Amen!
JOAN OF ARC
Neither you, la Hire, nor the legions,
Nor the English, nor the Church,
Nor the UN, nor my saved souls,
Nor the priests, nor Google search,
Nor redeemed Orléans itself
Understand what might is,
Understand what light is,
Understand at all,
Understand at all.
If you knew all that I knew, my poor France,
You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes.
But you close your eyes.
While you crave, your troubles are many, poor France.
To conquer greed, you only have to give.
You only have to give.
FOLLOWERS
Roll on up, old faire Rouen
Come on in, old faire Rouen
Sunday, here we go again
Live in me, old faire Rouen
Here you live, old faire Rouen
Here you breathe, old faire Rouen
While Joan's saga still survives
You at least are still alive
I got things you won't believe
Name your pleasure, I will sell
I can fix your wildest needs
I got heaven, I got hell
CHORUS: Roll on up for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
What you see is what you get
No one's been disappointed yet
Don't be scared, give me a try
There is nothing you can't buy
CHORUS: Name your price, I got everything
Hurry, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last
Roll on up, old faire Rouen
Come on in, old faire Rouen
Sunday, here we go again
Live in me, old faire Rouen
Here you live, old faire Rouen
Here you breathe, old faire Rouen
While Joan's saga still survives
You at least are still alive
I got things you won't believe
Name your pleasure, I will sell
(WOMEN SCREAMING)
JOAN
My death place should be
A house of good deeds
-(CLAMORING)
But you have made it
A den of thieves
Rouen, Rouen.
You grilled me through.
For how many centuries
Have you sold my ashes?
JOAN
My time
Is almost through
Little left to do
After all
I've tried for centuries
Almost 6
Seems like always
FOLLOWERS
See my time, I can hardly stop
See my face, it is hardly fair
I believe you can make me whole
See my votes, I need much more
MAN: See my likes, I have too few
Fix the press, for my campaign
I believe you can make me well
See my account, I'm a poor, poor man
ALL: Will you touch,
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Joan?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Joan
Won't you give, won't you pay me, Joan?
See my time, I can hardly stop
See my face, it is hardly fair
I believe you can make me whole
See my votes, I need much more
See my belly, I'm too fat
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can give me luck
See my account, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you heal me, Joan?
Won't you touch, will you cuddle me, Joan?
Will you kiss, you can like me, Joan
Won't you give, won't you pay me, Joan?
See my time, I can hardly stop
See my face, it is hardly fair
I believe you can make me whole
See my votes, I need much more
See my belly, I'm too fat
See my time, I can hardly stop
I believe you can give me luck
See my account, I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Joan?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Joan?
Will you kiss, you can heal me, Joan
Won't you give, won't you pay me, Joan?
See my time, I can hardly stop
See my face, it is hardly fair
I believe you can give me luck
See my votes, I need much more
See my belly, I'm too fat
JOAN: There's too many of you!
I believe you can give me luck
JOAN: Don't push me!
Will you touch, will you mend me, Joan?
JOAN: There's too little of me.
Will you kiss, you can like me, Joan
JOAN: Don't crowd me!
See my time, I can hardly stop
JOAN: Leave me alone! Heal by yourselves!
See my votes, I need much more
MAN: Please, Joan!
WOMAN: Touch me, Joan!
JESUS CHRIST
I've been waiting to see you.
You've been burning to see me, but it shouldn't be like this.
You have over-performed,
Ready to be anew Joan of Arc Romee?
You are my only hope.
Papalis Infallibilitas too much.
Now for the first time, I think The Pope was wrong.
Awake him ex cathedra,
Make his judgement pro tempore.
Joan, could we start la nouvelle guerre spirituelle?
THE POPE
I think you've made your point now.
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too far,
We ought to call a vote,
Joan, could we start la nouvelle guerre spirituelle?
ALL SPIRITUAL FIGURES
I've been waiting to see you.
You've been burning to see me, but it shouldn't be like this.
You have over-performed,
Ready to be anew Joan of Arc Romee?
You are my only hope.
I think you've made your point now.
You've even gone a bit too far to get the message home.
Before it gets too far,
We ought to call a vote,
Joan could we together start again la guerre?
Could we start la nouvelle guerre spirituelle? (Repeat 5 times)
JESUS CHRIST
Joan, could we start la nouvelle guerre spirituelle?
NAPOLEON
Every time I look at you I don't understand
Why you let the things you did get so out of hand.
You'd have managed better if I'd had you planned.
Why'd you choose such a backward time in such a strange land?
If you'd come today you could have reached a whole nation.
France in 15th cent had no mass communication.
Don't you get me wrong.
I only want to know.
CHOIR
Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc,
Who are you? Why were you sacrificed?
Joan of Arc - SuperMaid,
Do you think you're what we say you are?
NAPOLEON
Tell me what you think about your friends at the top.
Who'd you think besides yourself's the pick of the crop?
Buddha, was he where it's at? Is he where you are?
Was Jesus truly Christ, or was his mind subpar?
Did you accept to burn? Was that a mistake, or
Did you know your story would spawn record fakes?
Don't you get me wrong.
I only want to know.
CHOIR
Joan of Arc, Joan of Arc,
Who are you? Why were you sacrificed?
Joan of Arc - SuperGirl,
Do you think you're what we say you are?
(Repeat many times)
"Pilate answered: “What I have written, I have written.”"
Instrumental
[FOLLOWERS:]
I think I've seen you somewhere
I remember.
You were with that maid they took away
I recognize your face
[CHURCHMAN:]
You've got the wrong man, people
I don't know her
And I wasn't where she was
Never near the place
[FOLLOWERS:]
That's strange for I am sure
I saw you with her
You were right by her side
and yet you denied
[CHURCHMAN:]
I tell you, I was never, ever with her
[FOLLOWERS:]
But I saw you, too. He looked just like you.
[CHURCHMAN:]
I don't know that Maid!
[JESUS CHRIST:]
Churchman,
Don't you know what you have said?
You've gone and cut Christ dead
[CHURCHMAN:]
I had to do it
Don't you see?
Or else they'd go for me
[JESUS CHRIST:]
It's what she told you
you would do
Do you wonder
how she knew?
[FOLLOWER:]
My God, I saw her
She looked three-quarters dead
and she was so bad, I had to turn my head
You poisoned her
and she was almost broken
And I know who everybody's gonna blame
I don't believe she knows I acted for our good
I'd save her all this suffering if I could
Don't believe our good
And I'd save her if I could
[POLITICIANS:]
Cut the confessions, forget the excuses
I don't understand why
You're filled with remorse
All that you've said
has come true with a vengeance
Her other followers turned against her
You backed the right horse
What you have done
will be the saving of everyone
You'll be remembered forever for this
And not only that
You've been paid for your efforts
Pretty good wages for one little girl
[FOLLOWER:]
Joan, I know you can't hear me
But I thought I did what your mission needed me to
Joan, I'd sell out the nation
For I have been saddled
with the murder of you
I have been spattered with innocent blood
I shall be dragged
through the slime and the mud
I have been spattered with innocent blood
I shall be dragged
through the slime and the slime and the
Slime and the mud
I
Don't know how to thank her
I don't know why she made me lead
She's a girl
She's just a girl
She is not a Christ
She's just the same
As any other celebrity
She scares me so
While she's scattered ashes
Will she let me free?
Will she forgive
Will she forgive me too?
Does she still care for her Followers?
My mind is
It's in darkness
God.
God, I'm sick!
I've been used!
And you knew all the time!
God! God, I will never know
Why did you choose me
for your crime!
For your bloody crime!
You have crowned me!
Crowned me!
Crowned me! Elevated me!
Crowned me! Elevated me!
Crowned me, Joan!
[FOLLOWERS:]
So long, Follower
Poor old Follower
So long, Follower