Well, I've been obsessed with the musical 'Wicked' for quite some time; even though I'm not sure whether I will ever have a chance to watch it. I noticed quite a few ironic passages in the songs though, as I'm sure many of you have done, and this Oneshot is about them. I hope you enjoy!
Lyrics and quotes
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And
Goodness knows Yes, Goodness knows
The Wicked's
lives are lonely
Goodness knows
The Wicked die alone
It just
shows when you're Wicked
You're left only
On your own
The Wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness
knows
The Wicked cry alone
Nothing grows for the Wicked
They
reap only
What they've sown
Glinda knew that those were only too true. Elphaba had been declared 'wicked'. She had been lonely for quite some time, but she had not given up. She kept fighting against the wizard, at some point accepting her supposed wickedness, and for that she had been punished. Killed. In a way, she had died alone.
No one mourns the wicked
No one, but the ones that knew the person behind the mask.
And
I've just had a vision
Almost
like a prophecy
I know – it sounds truly crazy
And true, the
vision's hazy
But I swear, someday there'll be
A
celebration throughout Oz
That's all to do with me!
Had Elphaba –poor, poor Elphie– really got what she wanted? When she had sung those words, a celebration of her death surely hadn't been what she had imagined.
I'll be so happy I could melt
And Glinda decided that this was probably the cruellest irony of all.
When people see me they will scream
Maybe Elphaba actually had had a vision. If she had, her hopes had clouded her view.
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Life's
more painless
For the brainless
Well, Fiyero decided, looking at his straw hands. He might not be really brainless, because he was able to think just fine, but that was the first thing that came to his mind when the little girl saw him. Anyway, hadn't he once asked, "You think I'm really stupid, don't you?" and Elphaba had replied "Not really stupid"
And as a Scarecrow, he couldn't really feel pain either; at least not physical.
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I
really hope you get it
And you don't
live to regret it
I hope you're happy in the end
I hope
you're happy, my friend:
Maybe Elphaba hadn't got what she wanted…but then again, she didn't live to regret it, now did she? Glinda made no move to wipe away the tear that slid down her cheek. Maybe Elphaba was happy, wherever she was. Glinda certainly wasn't.
And she had no idea, that miles and miles away, a person made of straw wiped away another tear off a green cheek.
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You're going to lose your heart
To me,
I tell you
That's what happened as well. All of Nessa's anger, sadness and desperation had been channelled into the spell, making it do exactly what she told it to.
Oh and Boq, poor Boq. He would never know that Elphaba had only tried to save his life. But maybe it was better this way. Elphaba would rather have him hate her, than blame Nessa. May she rest in peace.
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I hear she has an extra eye
That always remains awake
I hear
that she can shed her skin
As easily as a snake!
I hear some
rebel Animals
Are giving her food and shelter!
I hear her soul
is so unclean
Pure water can melt her!
Well, the first two rumours were definitely untrue, but the Animals had helped Elphaba survive. She had saved a lot of them after all.
And the last rumour…well, it had helped Fiyero come up with a plan to help Elphaba.
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Let his flesh not be torn
Let his blood leave no stain
Though
they beat him
Let him feel no pain
Let his bones never
break
And however they try
To destroy him
Let him never
die:
Let him never die:
Well, Elphaba's spell had certainly done what she had wanted it to. But she wouldn't have dreamt of the consequences. She had believed her spell to have failed, believed Fiyero to be dead.
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Alright, enough, so be it!
So be it then…
Let all of Oz be agreed
I'm wicked through and through
Since I could not succeed
Fiyero saving you
I promise no good deed, will I attempt to do again
Ever again!
Elphaba had known at that moment that she was lying. She wouldn't have hesitated to continue helping the Animals.
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It's
due to her I'm made of tin
Her spell made this occur
So for
once I'm glad I'm heartless
I'll be heartless killing her!
That witch was not the girl he used to know, was it? She was evil, right? So Boq would kill the witch, so that Elphaba could rest in peace. He believed in his thoughts.
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I can do anything I want. I'm the Wicked Witch of the West!
Those words were only a sign of the desperation that Elphaba had bottled up over the years, not what she truly believed. So much Glinda knew.
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We've seen his face for the last time.
She never said that Fiyero was dead, though, now did she?
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It well may be,
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
Both Glinda and Elphaba wished that those words were untrue.
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But no, the wizard thought as Glinda the Good stood in his office, presenting him the green bottle the 'Wicked Witch of the West' had always kept with her.
The cruellest irony of all was probably that he, the 'Wonderful Wizard of Oz', who had ordered a little girl to kill Elphaba Thropp; someone who had suffered so much in her life,…
…had actually turned out to be Elphaba's father.
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And somewhere along the way, all of them cursed the irony of fate.
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I know it's not very good, and there are a few pieces of irony that I don't know because I don't have the dialogues, but this was thrown together in less than an hour, so bear with me.
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