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Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Hamilton: Songs 44-46

Here we are, at the end of our Hamilton song posts.  Looking at the final three numbers of Act II today – after more than two months of listening to this album to the exclusion of nearly everything else, it still excites, wows, and stirs me with its incredible music and lyrics.

“Best of Wives and Best of Women” – Eliza wakes to find Hamilton preparing for his duel with Burr.  Unbeknownst to her, he’s writing a goodbye for her in case he doesn’t make it.  It’s such a short number, but it weaves in threads from “It’s Quiet Uptown,” “Non-Stop,” and “That Would Be Enough” to fine effect.  There’s dramatic irony everywhere, and Hamilton’s tenderness with her is beautiful.

Best lyric:  “Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”

“The World Was Wide Enough” – What an all-around wonderful song.  Most of it borrows its melody from “The Ten Duel Commandments,” although Burr gorgeously reprises “Wait for It” at the end, and Hamilton’s final monologue pulls in elements from numerous points in the show – not precisely life flashing before his eyes, but reminiscent of that idea.  From start to finish, a stunning climax for the story.

Best lyric:  “Legacy.  What is a legacy? / It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see. / I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me. / America, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me. / You let me make a difference.”

“Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story” – It can be hard to end a show in which the main character dies, but Hamilton does a lovely job of it.  The meditation on life, history, and being remembered is of course relevant to Hamilton’s story, but it’s applicable to anyone, great or small.  I really love the way the focus settles on Eliza, giving us the opportunity to hear about the (many) amazing things this woman did in Hamilton’s memory.  When she asks to show us what she’s “proudest of,” and the ensemble comes in so softly with, “The orphanage,” I get chills every time.

Best lyric:  “Every other Founding Father story gets told.  Every other Founding Father gets to grow old.”

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