Quiet City - Philip Smith, Thomas Stacy, New York Philharmonic & Leonard Bernstein

The sun it rises to this funny mood Times flies the same But higher altitude Never thought I'd play me like I do Always spending my time on the dark side of the moon I don't know What happened to the things I swore I would know? The sand still falls, still falls What happened to the things I swore I would see? Who am I in this quiet city? And all these faces, They're connected by these pages and these chapters, These chapters And all these places, They're connected by these stages and these chapters, These chapters The rain it falls no matter what we do Flame burns the same with all it's Dejavu's Never thought I'd play me like I do Always spending my time on the dark side of the moon I don't know What happened to the things I swore I would know? The sand still falls, still falls What happened to the things I swore I would see? Who am I in this quiet city? And all these faces, They're connected by these pages and these chapters, These chapters And all these places, They're connected by these stages and these chapters, These chapters.

The Neighborhood - The months before (The opening, half danced half mimed, is a Condensationof the growing rivalry between Two teenage gangs. The Sharks are Puerto Ricans, The Jets an anthology of whatis called 'American'. The Jets want to hold on to their territory And clean out the Sharks in a rumble.)