Made of Stone



Made of Stone is Quasimodo’s despair song. The song is lifted from the movie when the garagoyles are trying to convince Quaismodo to save Esmeralda who is moments away from death. In the musical this scene occurs the night before Esmeralda is to be sentence and instead of a short scene between the garagoyles and Quasimodo we have a song.

This song is Quasimodo at his most angry and his most broken hearted. He is clearly angry at the gargoyles as they don’t understand his pain as the made of stone and he wishes he was like them. He regrets his emotions and wishes the would go away. I really can’t not imagine Disney movie Quasimodo getting this angry and morose. Plus it nice to hear Quasimodo really telling off the gargoyles.

The title Wie aus Stein (Made of Stone) is taken from the original book when Quasimodo mournfully asks why he wasn’t made of stone. He’s not exactly angry in the book but more sad that he is love with Esmeralda and can’t really do anything about it.

Lyrics
I'm not going outside any more.It always ends badly when I go outside.Always badly!My boy, it didn't go so - What do you know of me?What of the painThat tears my heart apart?You're only made of stoneYou stand there stupidlyYou'll never know what it's likeTo be made of flesh and blood But Quasimodo, you're still - Only words!You don't know what I amand what I sufferYou can't suspect how muchI envy youHow I wishI were made of stone too You take everything far too hard - Spare me your tricks!Of course your wordsCan change reality -What's the point of it? Quasimodo - And you, "Fairy Godmother"!Why did you let me seeThose dreams of happiness?They held only scorn for meNo more to feelAnd no more to think, would be a blessingTo be a stone figure, letting the rainPour downUpon a stone cityNo! Too long I believed, that the stonesHeld friendly spiritsBut the only one I can trust nowIs my masterHe always used to say:"The world hates ugliness,So darkness is your lot!" -A sentence cold as stone.But still trueCold and clearYou fed me hypocrisy.Now go awayAnd leave me alone! All right, QuasimodoYou're alone now We're going, QuasimodoWe won't make any fuss It's true, QuasimodoWe're only made of stone But we thoughtWhat you were made of wasStronger Now I'm completely aloneAnd "Out There"Doesn't concern me any longerI'll cast my longing asideForget what happenedNever cry againNot exist at allThrough and throughAs if of stone