Formerly House with No Steps and The Tipping Foundation

‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ (1996) Scene: ‘Out There’ – transcript

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) "Out There" song - transcript

Transcription

Music: Stern music.

[Singing] Claude:
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It’s I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy, unless you
Always stay in here
Away in here
Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo
You are deformed
[Singing] Quasimodo: I am deformed
Claude: And you are ugly
Quasimodo: And I am ugly
Claude: And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend
Quasimodo: You are my one defender
Claude: Out there they’ll revile you
As a monster
Quasimodo: I am a monster
Claude: Out there they will hate
And scorn and jeer
Quasimodo: Only a monster
Claude: Why invite their calumny
And consternation?
Stay in here
Be faithful to me
Quasimodo: I’m faithful
Grateful to me
Quasimodo: I’m grateful
Claude: Do as I say
Obey
And stay
In here
Quasimodo: I’ll stay
Both: In here

[Speaking] Quasimodo: You are good to me master. I’m sorry.
[Speaking] Claude: You are forgiven Quasimodo. But remember, this is your sanctuary.
[Speaking] Quasimodo: My sanctuary.

[Singing] Quasimodo:
Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me

Music: Becoming upbeat.
Quasimodo: All my life I memorise their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them
And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever
Out there
Where they all live unaware
What I’d give
What I’d dare
Just to live one day out there
Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Ev’ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I’d treasure ev’ry instant
Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I’ll be content
With my share
Won’t resent
Won’t despair
Old and bent
I won’t care
I’ll have spent
One day
Out there