Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joshua Henry
Vocals
Aisha Jackson
Vocal Ensemble
Allen René Louis
Vocal Ensemble
Alvin Hough, Jr.
Conductor
Andrea Burns
Vocal Ensemble
Angela Grovey
Vocal Ensemble
Arianna Rosario
Vocal Ensemble
David Baida
Vocal Ensemble
Desi Oakley
Vocal Ensemble
Hannah Corneau
Vocal Ensemble
Henry Gainza
Vocal Ensemble
Joel Perez
Vocal Ensemble
Lauren Molina
Vocal Ensemble
Linny Smith
Vocal Ensemble
Marcus Paul James
Vocal Ensemble
Omar Lopez-Cepero
Vocal Ensemble
Rob Mathes
Conductor
Ryan Vasquez
Vocal Ensemble
Susan Oliveras
Vocal Ensemble
Teresa Stanley
Vocal Ensemble
Tim Young
Vocal Ensemble
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Larson
Songwriter
Alex Lacamoire
Orchestrator
Bill Sherman
Orchestrator
Rob Mathes
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Lacamoire
Producer
Bill Sherman
Producer
Kurt Crowley
Producer
Greg Wells
Producer
Angie Teo
Recording Engineer
Derik Lee
Recording Engineer
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer
Joe Chiccarelli
Recording Engineer
John Davis
Editing Engineer
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Producer
Nancy Allen
Editing Engineer
Steven Gizicki
Music Supervisor
Taylor Kernohan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Tyler Hartman
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Stop the clock, take time out
Time to regroup before you lose the bout
Freeze the frame, back it up
Time to refocus before they wrap it up
Years are getting shorter
Lines on your face are getting longer
Feel like you're treading water
But the riptide's getting stronger
Don't panic, don't jump ship
Can't fight it, like taxes
At least it happens only once in your life
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
You just want to lay down and cry
Not just another birthday, it's 30/90
Why can't you stay 29?
Hell, you still feel like you're 22
Turn 30, 1990
Bang! You're dead, what can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Clear the runway, make another pass
Try one more approach before you're out of gas
Friends are getting fatter
Hairs on your head are getting thinner
Feel like a clean up batter
On a team that ain't a winner?
Don't freak out, don't strike out
Can't fight it, like City Hall
At least you're not alone
Your friends are there too
They're singing, "Happy Birthday"
You just wish you could run away
Who cares about a birthday?
But 30/90, hey
Can you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingenue
Turn thirty, 1990
Boom! You're passé
What can you do?
What can you do?
What can you do?
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell
Which way to Never Never Land?
Emerald City's gone to hell
Since the Wizard
Blew off his command
On the streets you hear the voices
Lost children, crocodiles
But you're not into
Making choices, wicked witches
Poppy fields, or men behind the curtain
Tiger lilies, ruby slippers
Clock is ticking, that's for certain
They're singing, "Happy Birthday” (Happy Birthday)
I just wish it all were a dream
It feels much more like doomsday
Fuck 30/90
Seems like I'm in for a twister
I don't see a rainbow, do you?
Turn 30 in the '90s
Into my hands now
The ball has passed
I want the spoils, but not too fast
The world is calling
It's now-or-Neverland
Why can't I stay a child forever and
30/90
30/90
30/90
30/90
30/90
30, 30/90
What can I do? (30/90, 30, 30/90)
What can I do?
Written by: Jonathan Larson