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Original Broadway Cast

A cast recording is a recording of a stage musical that is intended to document the songs as they were performed in the show and experienced by the audience. An original cast recording or OCR, as the name implies, features the voices of the show's original cast. A cast recording featuring the first cast to perform a musical in a particular venue is known, for example, as an "original Broadway cast recording" (OBCR) or an "original London cast recording" (OLCR).Cast recordings are (usually) studio recordings rather than live recordings. The recorded song lyrics and orchestrations are nonetheless identical (or very similar) to those of the songs as performed in the theatre. Like any studio performance, the recording is an idealized rendering, without audible a… more »

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Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of dayI wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase awayPop the grate at the crack of dawn, singWhile I wipe down the awningHey y'all, good morningIce cold piragua!ParchaChinaCherryStrawberryAnd just for today, I got mamey!Oye, piragüero, como estas?Como siempre, Señor UsnaviI am Usnavi and you prob'ly never heard my nameReports of my fame are greatly exaggeratedExacerbated by the fact that my syntaxIs highly complicated 'cause I emigratedFrom the single greatest little place in the Caribbean:Dominican Republic!I love it!Jesus, I'm jealous of itAnd beyond thatEver since my folks passed onI haven't gone backGoddamn, I gotta get on thatFo! The milk has gone bad, hold up just a secondWhy is everything in this fridge warm and tepid?I better step it up and fight the heat'Cause I'm not makin' any profit if the coffee isn't light and sweet!Ooo-oo!Abuela, my fridge brokeI got café but no "con leche"Try my mother's old recipe: one can of condensed milkNiceAy! Paciencia y feThat was Abuela, she's not really my "abuela"But she practically raised me, this corner is her escuelaNow, you're prob'ly thinkin:"I'm up sh*t's creek!I've never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!”Well, you must take the A TrainEven farther than Harlem to northern Manhattan and maintainGet off at 181st, and take the escalatorI hope you're writing this down, I'm gonna test ya laterI'm getting tested; times are tough on this bodegaTwo months ago somebody bought Ortega'sOur neighbors started packin' up and pickin' upAnd ever since the rents went upIt's gotten mad expensiveBut we live with just enoughIn the heightsI flip the lights and start my dayThere are fightsEndless debtsAnd bills to payIn the HeightsI can't survive without caféI serve café'Cause tonight seems like a million years away!En WashingtonNext up to bat, the RosariosThey run the cab companyThey struggle in the barrioSee, their daughter Nina's off at college, tuition is mad steepSo they can't sleepEverything they get is mad cheap!Good morning, Usnavi!Pan caliente, café con leche!Put twenty dollars on today's lotteryOne ticket, that's it!Hey! A man’s gotta dreamDon't mind him, he's all excited'Cause Nina flew in at 3 A.M. last night!Don't look at me, this one's been cooking all week!Usnavi, come over for dinnerThere's plenty to eat!So then Yesenia walks in the roomAhaShe smells sex and cheap perfume!Uh ohIt smells like one of those treesThat you hang from the rear view!Haha, no!It's true! She screams, "Who's in there with you, Julio?"Grabs a bat and kicks in the doorHe's in bed with José from the liquor store!No me diga!Daniela and Carla, from the salonThanks, Usnavi!Sonny, you're lateChillax, you know you love meMe and my cousin runnin' just another dime-a-dozenMom-and-pop stop-and-shopAnd, oh my god, it's gottenToo darn hot, like my man Cole Porter saidPeople come through for a few cold waters andA lottery ticket, just a part of the routineEverybody's got a job, everybody's got a dreamThey gossip, as I sip my coffee and smirkThe first stop as people hop to workBust it— I’m like:"One dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nineI got itYou want a box of condoms?What kind?That's two quartersTwo quarter watersThe New York TimesYou need a bag for that?The tax is added"Once you get some practice at itYou do rapid mathematics automaticallySellin' maxipads, fuzzy dice for taxicabs and practicallyEverybody's stressed, yes!But they press through the messBounce checks and wonder what’s nextIn the heightsI buy my coffee and I goI buy my coffeeAnd set my sightsOn only what I need to knowWhat I need to knowIn the heightsMoney is tightBut even soEven soWhen the lights go down I blast my radio!You ain’t got no skills!Benny!Yo, lemme get aMilky WayYeah, lemme also get aDaily NewsAnd aPostAnd most important, myBoss’s second coffee, one creamFive sugarsI’m the number-one earnerWhat?!The fastest learnerWhat?!My boss can't keep me on the damn back burner!Yes, he canI'm makin' moves, I'm makin' deals, but guess what?What?You still ain't got no skills!Hardee-harYo, Vanessa show up yet?Shut up!Hey little homie, don’t get so upsetManTell Vanessa how you feel, buy the girl a mealOn the real, or you ain't got no skillsNooo!No no nooo!No no nooo, no-no-no!Nooo, no-no-no!No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, no-no-no-no-no!Mr. Johnson, I got the security depositIt's locked in a box in the bottom of my closetIt's not reflected in my bank statementBut I've been savin' to make a down payment and pay rentNo, no, I won't let you downYo, here's your chance; ask her out right now!I'll see you later, we can look at that lease!Do somethin', make your move, don't freeze!Hey!You owe me a bottle of cold champagne!Are you moving?Just a little credit check and I'm on that downtown train!Well, your coffee's on the houseOkay!Usnavi, ask her outNo way!I'll see you later, soOooh, smooth operator, aw, damn, there she goes!Yo, bro, take five, take a walk outside!You look exhausted, lost, don't let life slide!The whole hood is struggling, yeah, times are tightAnd she's stuck to this corner like a streetlight!Yeah, I'm a streetlight, chokin' on the heatThe world spins around while I'm frozen to my seatThe people that I know all keep on rollin' down the streetBut every day is different so I'm switchin' up the beat'Cause my parents came with nothing, they got a little moreAnd sure, we're poor, but yo, at least we got the storeIt's all about the legacy they left with me, it's destinyAnd one day I’ll be on a beach with Sonny writing checks to meIn the Heights, I hang my flag up on displayWe came to work and to live and we got a lot in commonIt reminds me that I came from miles awayD.R., P.R., we are not stoppin'In the Heights (Ooh, ooh)Every day, paciencia y feUntil the day we go from poverty to stock optionsIn the HeightsI've got today! And today's all we got, so we cannot stopThis is our block!In the HeightsI hang my flag up on displayLo le lo le lo lai lai lo le!In the heightsAnd I came from miles awayAnd we came from miles awayIn the HeightsIt gets more expensive every dayEvery dayAnd tonight is so far awayBut as for mañana, mi panaYa gotta just keep watchin'You'll see theLate nightsYou'll tasteBeans and riceThe syrups andShaved iceI ain't gonnaSay it twiceSo turn up the stage lightsWe're takin' a flightTo a couple of daysIn the life of what it's like En Washington Heights!