Soundtrack Artists. The Sad Tale Of The Beauxhommes. Zeneszám

[STORYTELLER]
The Sad Tale of the Beauxhommes.
A history lesson!

[STORYTELLER]
The boy's name was Daniel. Daniel
Beauxhomme. A boy from another world.
Another people. A people descended for the
French.

[MEN]
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...

[WOMEN]
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...
Some say...

[STORYTELLER]
Four generations past
In the time of Napoleon
There came to this island
A Frenchman, Armand.

[All]
Armand!

[ARMAND]
Armand!

[STROYTELLER]
And he built a great fortune
And he built a grand mansion
And he wed a fine lady
So pale and so blonde

[MADAME ARMAND]
Armand!

[MADAME ARMAND]
But Armand took his pleasure
With the women who served him
Black peasant girls from
The village beyond

[TWO WOMEN]
Armand!

[STORYTELLER]
And the loveliest one
Bore the Frenchman a son
Such a fine peasant son

[ARMAND]
For Armand!

[WOMAN]
A beautiful child.
The pale color
of coffee mixed with cream.

[ALL]
The beautiful one, the beautiful son
Beauxhomme

[STORYTELLER]
They named him:

[ALL]
Beauxhomme
The beautiful one, the beautiful son
Beauxhomme

[STORYTELLER]
And the boy grew to be a man
And the great war began.

[ALL]
Blacks fought against French
And the hated Napoleon
They fought for their island
And finally won

[Men (Not Armand)]
We Won!
We Won!


[BEAUXHOMME]
We Won!

[BEAUXHOMME]
And Armand sailed for France
By the seat of his pants
Driven out by his beautiful son!

[ALL]
The beautiful
One
The beautiful
Son
Beauxhomme,
Beauxhomme

[BEAUXHOMME]
What was his
is now mine!

The Beautiful
One
The beautiful
Son
Beauxhomme!

[BEAUXHOMME]
Beauxhomme!

[STORYTELLERS]
But Armand left behind a terrible,
terrible curse.

I curse my son

[ARMAND]
I curse my only son!

[STORYTELLERS]
I curse his sons

[ARMAND]
All of his sons!

[STORYTELLERS]
Generations

[ARAMAND]
All Beauxhomme yet unborn!

[STORYTELLERS]
In advance

[ARMAND]
Your black blood
will keep you
forever on this
island...
While your hearts
yearn forever
for France!

[STORYTELLERS]
The unlucky one, the unlucky son
Beauxhomme, Beauxhomme.
From bad blood to worse
The name of the curse:
Beauxhomme.

The despise us for our blackness,
It reminds them where they're from
The sad, sad tale
Of the Beauxhomme!
Beauxhomme!

[TI MOUNE]
Tonton, he needs me! Without me, he'll die!

[MAMA]
He will not want you, Ti Moune!

[TI MOUNE]
Please, Mama. Please Tonton. Give me your
blessing and let me go. I will go to him!