Something familiar,
Something peculiar,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Something appealing,
Something appalling,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Nothing with kings, nothing with crowns;
Bring on the lovers, liars and clowns!
Old situations,
New complications,
Nothing portentous or polite;
Tragedy tomorrow,
Comedy tonight!
Something convulsive,
Something repulsive,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Something aesthetic,
Something frenetic,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Nothing with gods, nothing with fate;
Weighty affairs will just have to wait!
Nothing that's formal,
Nothing that's normal,
No recitations to recite;
Open up the curtain:
Comedy Tonight!
Something erratic,
Something dramatic,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Frenzy and frolic,
Strictly symbolic,
Something for everyone:
A comedy tonight!
Something familiar,
Something peculiar,
Something for everybody:
Comedy tonight!
Something that's gaudy,
Something that's bawdy--
Something for everybawdy!
Comedy tonight!
Nothing that's grim.
Nothing that's Greek.
She plays Medea later this week.
Stunning surprises!
Cunning disguises!
Hundreds of actors out of sight!
Pantaloons and tunics!
Courtesans and eunuchs!
Funerals and chases!
Baritones and basses!
Panderers!
Philanderers!
Cupidity!
Timidity!
Mistakes!
Fakes!
Rhymes!
Crimes!
Tumblers!
Grumblers!
Bumblers!
Fumblers!
No royal curse, no Trojan horse,
And a happy ending, of course!
Goodness and badness,
Panic is madness--
This time it all turns out all right!
Tragedy tomorrow,
Comedy tonight!
(A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum Musical)
Sondheim on Sondheim Musical Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Sondheim on Sondheim Musical Soundtrack Lyrics
- Invocation/ Forget War
- Love Is in the Air
- Comedy Tonight
- Take Me to the World
- Talent/ When I Get Famous
- Somethings Coming
- So Many People
- You Could Drive a Person Crazy
- The Wedding Is Off
- Now You Know
- Franklin Shepard Inc
- Good Thing Going
- Waiting for the Girls Upstairs
- The Best Thing That Ever Happened
- Happiness
- Fosca's Entrance (I Read)
- Is This What You Call Love?
- Loving You
- God
- Losing My Mind / Not a Day Goes By
- Opening Doors
- Multitudes of Amys
- Happily Ever After
- Being Alive
- Something Just Broke
- The Gun Song
- Smile Girls
- Finishing the Hat
- Beautiful
- Children Will Listen
- Send in the Clowns
- Company/ Old Friends
- Anyone Can Whistle
Invocation/ Forget War
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Love Is in the Air
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Writer: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
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Take Me to the World
Her:
Let me see the world with clouds
Take me to the world
Out where I can push through crowds
Take me to the world
A world that smiles
With streets instead of aisles
Where I can walk for miles with you
Take me to the world that's real
Show me how it's done
Teach me how to laugh, to feel
Move me to the sun
Just hold my hand whenever we arrive
Take me to a world where I can be alive
Him: The world is better here. I know I've seen them both.
Let me see the world that smiles Him: A poet doesn't count for much out there
Take me to the world Him: We'd be cold and hungry in the winter
Somewhere I can walk for miles Him: A shabby room with cracked plaster
Take me to the world Him: You couldn't get a job
With all around things growing in the ground Him: We'd end up hating each other.
We'd have fights. You'd cry.
Where birds that make a sound are birds
Let me see the world that's real Him: I have seen the world
Show me how it's done Him: And it's mean and ugly
Teach me how to laugh, to feel Him: We could laugh together
Move me to the sun Him: Stay here with me
Just hold my hand whenever we arrive Him: Stay here. I love you. But we're happy here
Let it be a world with you Him: Stay with me
Any other world with you
Take me to a world where I can be alive
Him:
Do you want the world ?
Well then, you shall have the world
Ask me for the world again
You shall have the world
A world of skies
That's bursting with surprise
To open up your eyes for joy
We shall see the world come true
We shall have the world
I won't be afraid with you
We shall have the world
You'll hold my hand and know you're not alone
You shall have the world to keep
Such a lovely world you'll weep
We shall have the world forever for our own
(From musical Evening Primrose)
Let me see the world with clouds
Take me to the world
Out where I can push through crowds
Take me to the world
A world that smiles
With streets instead of aisles
Where I can walk for miles with you
Take me to the world that's real
Show me how it's done
Teach me how to laugh, to feel
Move me to the sun
Just hold my hand whenever we arrive
Take me to a world where I can be alive
Him: The world is better here. I know I've seen them both.
Let me see the world that smiles Him: A poet doesn't count for much out there
Take me to the world Him: We'd be cold and hungry in the winter
Somewhere I can walk for miles Him: A shabby room with cracked plaster
Take me to the world Him: You couldn't get a job
With all around things growing in the ground Him: We'd end up hating each other.
We'd have fights. You'd cry.
Where birds that make a sound are birds
Let me see the world that's real Him: I have seen the world
Show me how it's done Him: And it's mean and ugly
Teach me how to laugh, to feel Him: We could laugh together
Move me to the sun Him: Stay here with me
Just hold my hand whenever we arrive Him: Stay here. I love you. But we're happy here
Let it be a world with you Him: Stay with me
Any other world with you
Take me to a world where I can be alive
Him:
Do you want the world ?
Well then, you shall have the world
Ask me for the world again
You shall have the world
A world of skies
That's bursting with surprise
To open up your eyes for joy
We shall see the world come true
We shall have the world
I won't be afraid with you
We shall have the world
You'll hold my hand and know you're not alone
You shall have the world to keep
Such a lovely world you'll weep
We shall have the world forever for our own
(From musical Evening Primrose)
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Talent/ When I Get Famous
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Somethings Coming
Could be!
Who knows?
There's something due any day;
I will know right away,
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannonballing down through the sky,
Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree.
I got a feeling there's a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Coming to me!
Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!
With a click, with a shock,
Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,
Open the latch!
Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon;
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!
Around the corner,
Or whistling down the river,
Come on, deliver
To me!
Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holding still,
It'll be there!
Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming,
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Maybe tonight...
(West Side Story Musical, music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim)
Who knows?
There's something due any day;
I will know right away,
Soon as it shows.
It may come cannonballing down through the sky,
Gleam in its eye,
Bright as a rose!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Under a tree.
I got a feeling there's a miracle due,
Gonna come true,
Coming to me!
Could it be? Yes, it could.
Something's coming, something good,
If I can wait!
Something's coming, I don't know what it is,
But it is
Gonna be great!
With a click, with a shock,
Phone'll jingle, door'll knock,
Open the latch!
Something's coming, don't know when, but it's soon;
Catch the moon,
One-handed catch!
Around the corner,
Or whistling down the river,
Come on, deliver
To me!
Will it be? Yes, it will.
Maybe just by holding still,
It'll be there!
Come on, something, come on in, don't be shy,
Meet a guy,
Pull up a chair!
The air is humming,
And something great is coming!
Who knows?
It's only just out of reach,
Down the block, on a beach,
Maybe tonight...
(West Side Story Musical, music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim)
Writer: Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER/CHAPPELL MUSIC LTD, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUBLISHING
So Many People
I said the man for me must have a castle
A man of means he'd be, a man of fame
And then I met a man who hadn't any
Without a penny to his name
I had to go and fall
For so much less than
What I had planned from
All the magazines
I should be good and sore
What am I happy for
I guess the man means more than the means
So many people in the world
And what can they do
They'll never know love
Like my love for you
So many people laugh
At what they don't know
But that's their concern
If just a few say
Half a million or so
Could see us
They'd learn
So many people in the world
Don't know what they've missed
They'd never believe
Such joy could exist
And if they tell us
Its a thing without growth
They're jealous as they can be
That with so many people
In the world
You love me
A man of means he'd be, a man of fame
And then I met a man who hadn't any
Without a penny to his name
I had to go and fall
For so much less than
What I had planned from
All the magazines
I should be good and sore
What am I happy for
I guess the man means more than the means
So many people in the world
And what can they do
They'll never know love
Like my love for you
So many people laugh
At what they don't know
But that's their concern
If just a few say
Half a million or so
Could see us
They'd learn
So many people in the world
Don't know what they've missed
They'd never believe
Such joy could exist
And if they tell us
Its a thing without growth
They're jealous as they can be
That with so many people
In the world
You love me
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You Could Drive a Person Crazy
Doo-doo-doo-doo!
Doo-doo-doo-doo!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
You could drive a person crazy,
You could drive a person mad.
First you make a person hazy
So a person could be had,
Then you leave a person dangling sadly
Outside your door,
Which could only make a person gladly
Want you even more.
I could understand a person
If it's not a person's bag.
I could understand a person
If a person was a fag.
But worse 'n that,
A person that
Titillates a person and then leaves her flat
Is crazy,
He's a troubled person,
He's a truly crazy person himself.
When a person's personality is personable,
He should not sit like a lump.
It's harder than a matador coercin' a bull
To try to get you off of your rump.
So single and attentive and attractive a man
Is everything a person could wish,
But turning off a person is the act of a man
Who likes to pull the hooks out of fish.
Knock-knock! Is anybody there?
Knock-knock! It really isn't fair.
Knock-knock! I'm workin' all my charms.
Knock-knock! A zombie's in my arms.
All that sweet affection!
What is wrong?
Where's the loose connection?
How long, O Lord, how long?
Bobby-baby-Bobby-bubbi-Bobby,
You could drive a person buggy,
You could blow a person's cool.
Like you make a person feel all huggy
While you make her feel a fool.
When a person says that you upset her,
That's when you're good.
You impersonate a person better
Than a zombie should.
I could understand a person
If he wasn't good in bed.
I could understand a person
If he actually was dead.
Exclusive you!
Elusive you!
Will any person ever get the juice of you?
You're crazy,
You're a lovely person,
You're a moving,
Deeply malajusted,
Never to be trusted,
Crazy person yourself.
Bobby is my hobby and I'm givin' it up!
(From musical Sondheim on Sondheim)
Doo-doo-doo-doo!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo!
You could drive a person crazy,
You could drive a person mad.
First you make a person hazy
So a person could be had,
Then you leave a person dangling sadly
Outside your door,
Which could only make a person gladly
Want you even more.
I could understand a person
If it's not a person's bag.
I could understand a person
If a person was a fag.
But worse 'n that,
A person that
Titillates a person and then leaves her flat
Is crazy,
He's a troubled person,
He's a truly crazy person himself.
When a person's personality is personable,
He should not sit like a lump.
It's harder than a matador coercin' a bull
To try to get you off of your rump.
So single and attentive and attractive a man
Is everything a person could wish,
But turning off a person is the act of a man
Who likes to pull the hooks out of fish.
Knock-knock! Is anybody there?
Knock-knock! It really isn't fair.
Knock-knock! I'm workin' all my charms.
Knock-knock! A zombie's in my arms.
All that sweet affection!
What is wrong?
Where's the loose connection?
How long, O Lord, how long?
Bobby-baby-Bobby-bubbi-Bobby,
You could drive a person buggy,
You could blow a person's cool.
Like you make a person feel all huggy
While you make her feel a fool.
When a person says that you upset her,
That's when you're good.
You impersonate a person better
Than a zombie should.
I could understand a person
If he wasn't good in bed.
I could understand a person
If he actually was dead.
Exclusive you!
Elusive you!
Will any person ever get the juice of you?
You're crazy,
You're a lovely person,
You're a moving,
Deeply malajusted,
Never to be trusted,
Crazy person yourself.
Bobby is my hobby and I'm givin' it up!
(From musical Sondheim on Sondheim)
Writer: Eric Scott Rockwell, Stephen Sondheim
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The Wedding Is Off
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Now You Know
JOE
So we'll do a new show,
So you'll meet a new dame,
So you'll take some time for personal pleasure.
CHARLEY
There gotta be endings
Or there wouldn't be beginnings —
Right?
LES
You got talent to blow
And you're making a name
And that song you wrote's a national treasure.
TED, JEROME
You're looking at losses
When you should be counting winnings —
JOE, LES, CHARLEY, TED
Right!
CHARLEY
Best thing that ever could have happened —
FRANK
Right.
ALEX
So you'll get a new flat
And you'll have a few things,
Start a whole new life and learn to adore it —
KATE
If you want to have weddings,
Then you gotta have divorces —
No?
TERRY
Though it's sad and all that,
You get over these things,
And you come out somehow better for it —
JEROME
Just because you change horses
Doesn't mean you're changing courses —
ALL
(except Mary)
Right!!
JEROME
Best thing that ever could have happened,
I say best thing that ever could have happened — !
TERRY
Best thing that ever could have happened — !
ALEX
One more thing not to think about —
TED
It was all getting much to complicated —
FRANK
Right!
MARY
All right, now you know:
Life is crummy.
Well, now you know.
I mean, big surprise:
People love you and tell you lies.
Bricks can fall out of clear blue skies.
Put your dimple down,
Now you know.
Okay, there you go —
Learn to live with it,
Now you know.
It's called flowers wilt,
It's called apples rot,
It's called theives get rich and saints get shot,
It's called God don't answer prayers a lot,
Okay, now you know.
Okay, now you know,
Now forget it.
Don't fall apart at the seams.
It's called letting go your illusions,
And don't confuse them with dreams.
Yes sir, quite a blow —
Don't regret it,
And don't let's go to extremes.
It's called what's your choice?
It's called count to ten.
It's called burn your bridges, start again.
You should burn them every now and then
Or you'll never grow!
Because now you grow.
That's the killer, is
Now you grow.
You're right, nothing's fair,
And it's all a plot,
And tomorrow doesn't look so hot —
Right, you better look at what you've got:
Over here, hello?
Okay, now you know,
Right?
TERRY
It's a month at most —
LES
Sure, you'll spin a few wheels —
ALEX
But you don't look back —
KATE
Just leave all the pieces.
GROUP I
When you haven't got one choice,
Might as well enjoy the other.
GROUP II
Right!
TERRY
You'll come out to the coast —
JEROME
We can set a few deals,
And I'm talking strictly major releases.
GROUP II
An exit from one place
Is an entrance to another.
GROUP I
Right!
CHARLEY
Best thing that ever could have —
MARY
I mean, socks have holes,
I mean, roads have bumps,
They make meatheads champs and nice guys chumps —
CHARLEY
— Happened!
MARY
I mean, even cream of wheat has lumps —
ALL
(variously, overlapping)
Best thing that ever could have happened! ...
It was all getting much to complicated anyhow ...
Best thing that ever could have happened!
FRANK
(to Joe)
Right, we'll do a new show —
(to Frank)
No, we'll do a whole batch! —
(to Mary)
And it's over with, I'll cut the connection —
Gotta have endings,
Or there wouldn't be beginnings.
ALL
Right!
CHARLEY
When you're flattened this low
And you're starting from scratch,
You can only go in one direction!
ALL
The side is retired,
But there still are lots of innings,
Right?
GROUP I
Best thing that ever could have happened!
Best thing that ever could have happened!
I say, best thing that ever could have happened,
I say, best thing that ever could have happened!
It's your time, your time!
GROUP II
Yesterday is done!
See the pretty countryside!
Soon enough you're merrily, merily
Rolling along!
Rolling along!
GROUP III
You're beginning again,
Got another clean slate,
Got a whole new life,
You'll learn to adore it!
It's your time!
It's your time!
ALL
Now you know!
What's your choicew?
It's called count to ten.
It's called burn your bridges, start again.
You should burn them every now and then
Or you'll never know!
Because now you grow.
That's the killer, is
Now you grow!
MARY
You're right, nothing's fair,
And it's all a plot,
And tomorrow doesn't look so hot —
ALL
Right, you better look at what you've got:
Over here, hello?
Over here, hello?
MARY, CHARLEY, JOE
Over here, hello?
ALL
Now you know!
Right!
Now you know!
Right!
Now you know!
Right!
Now you know!
Right!
Now you know!
Right!
Now you know!
Right!
Now you know!
Right!
Now you know!
Right!
Right!
Right!
Right!
Right!
Right!
Right!
Right!
Right!
Now you know!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Franklin Shepard Inc
How did you get here from there, Mr. Shepard?
If you can look back, you can see ...
Which is the moment and where, Mr. Shepard?
Nineteen seventy-three ...
Franklin Shepard, Inc.
I know our audience would love to hear how you two work together.
Sure.
(leaping to his feet, over to the piano)
He goes —
("plays" an arpeggio elaborately)
And I go —
("types" in the same fashion)
And soon we're humming along —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
And that's called writing a song —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
Then he goes —
(makes an arpeggio motion)
And I go —
(makes a typing motion)
And the phone goes drrrring!
And he goes —
(mimicking Frank's intense business calls into an imaginary phone)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter yes, Jeromoe,
Mutter no, Jerome,
Mutter mutter mutter mutter — "
(to Jeffrey)
— That's his lawyer, Jerome —
(into phone)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter do it, Jerome ... "
(hangs up, making a clicking sound, turns back to himself)
"Sorry, Charley ... "
(makes the arpeggio)
So I go —
(types)
And he goes —
(arpeggion)
And I go —
(types)
And soon we're tapping away —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
(mimicking an intercom)
Bzzz!
"Sorry, Charley ... "
Bzzz!
(to Jeffrey)
— It's the secretary —
Bzzz!
— On the intercom —
(as Frank)
"Yes, Miss Bzzz ... "
(as the secretary)
"It's a messenger ... "
(as Frank)
"Thanks, Miss Bzzz,
Will you tell him to wait?
Will you order the car?
Will you call up the bank?
Will you wire the coast?
Will you — "
Drrrrrring!
"Sorry, Charley — "
(into phone again)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter sell the stock
Mutter buy the rights
Mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter — "
Bzzz!
"Let me put you on hold ... "
Bzzz!
"Yes, Miss Bzzz ... "
"It's the interview ... "
"Thanks, Miss Bizz,
Will you tell him to wait?
Will you wire the car?
Will you order the coast?
Will you send up the bank? ... "
And the telephones blink
And the stocks get sold
And the rest of us he keeps on hold,
And he's gonna start producing.
And he's now a corporation.
Right?
And I play at home
With my wife and kids
And I wait to hear the movie bids,
And I've got a little sailboat.
And I'm into meditation.
Right?
He flies off to California.
I discuss him with my shrink.
That's the story of the way we work,
Me and Franklin Shepard, Inc.
Oh. Well, when you do work together, which comes first generally — the words or the music?
Generally, the contract.
It sounds like you think making money is a bad thing for an artist.
Money?
Did I say money?
No, I like money a lot —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
I mean, it's better than not —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
But when it's —
(grunts hungrily)
Money ...
(again)
Money ...
When you're into —
(snorts)
Money ...
And you should be —
(plays an arpeggio)
Listen, he does the money thing very well, but you know what?
Other people do it better. And he does the music thing very
well. And you know what? No one does it better.
Still the telephones blink
And the buzzers buzz
And I really don't know what he does,
But he makes a ton of money,
And a lot of it for me —
Right?
So I think "Okay,"
And I start a play,
And he somehow knows,
'Cause right away
It's drrrring!
(as Frank, into the phone)
"Hiya, buddy,
Wanna write a show?
Got a great idea,
We'll own all the rights
With a two-week out
And a turnaround
On the guarantee
Plus a gross percent
Of the billing clause — "
And there I am in California
Talking deals and turning pink,
Back in business and I mean just that,
Back with Franklin Shepard, Inc.
Very sneaky how it happens,
Much more sneaky than you think.
Start with nothing but a song to sing,
Next you're Franklin Shepard —
Wait, could we wait a minute here because I'm getting in too deep.
The thing, you see, is we're not that kind of close any more,
the way we used to be. And a friendship's like a garden.
You have to water it and tend it and care about it. And you know what?
I want it back. Look —
Nothing permanent has happened,
Just a temporary kink.
Friendship's something you don't really lose ...
Very sneaky how it happens,
Every day you're on the brink.
First the prizes, then the interviews —
(looks up at the studio, realizes where he is)
Oh, my God, I think it's happened,
Stop me quick before I sink.
One more triumph that I can't refuse —
(to camera)
In case you didn't notice, this is my first time on TV — and my last.
(to Jeffrey)
No, here's the point, whatever happens —
Then we'll all go have a drink —
(gesturing in Frank's direction)
That's the guy I love, the fella who's
Inside
(into phone)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter quick, Jerome,
Get the president,
There's a crazy man
On my TV screen ... "
Inside —
Bzzz! Bzzz! Drrring! —
Inside
Franklin Shepard —
(to camera)
Write him care of any bank, U.S.A. —
(to Frank)
Inc.
If you can look back, you can see ...
Which is the moment and where, Mr. Shepard?
Nineteen seventy-three ...
Franklin Shepard, Inc.
I know our audience would love to hear how you two work together.
Sure.
(leaping to his feet, over to the piano)
He goes —
("plays" an arpeggio elaborately)
And I go —
("types" in the same fashion)
And soon we're humming along —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
And that's called writing a song —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
Then he goes —
(makes an arpeggio motion)
And I go —
(makes a typing motion)
And the phone goes drrrring!
And he goes —
(mimicking Frank's intense business calls into an imaginary phone)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter yes, Jeromoe,
Mutter no, Jerome,
Mutter mutter mutter mutter — "
(to Jeffrey)
— That's his lawyer, Jerome —
(into phone)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter do it, Jerome ... "
(hangs up, making a clicking sound, turns back to himself)
"Sorry, Charley ... "
(makes the arpeggio)
So I go —
(types)
And he goes —
(arpeggion)
And I go —
(types)
And soon we're tapping away —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
(mimicking an intercom)
Bzzz!
"Sorry, Charley ... "
Bzzz!
(to Jeffrey)
— It's the secretary —
Bzzz!
— On the intercom —
(as Frank)
"Yes, Miss Bzzz ... "
(as the secretary)
"It's a messenger ... "
(as Frank)
"Thanks, Miss Bzzz,
Will you tell him to wait?
Will you order the car?
Will you call up the bank?
Will you wire the coast?
Will you — "
Drrrrrring!
"Sorry, Charley — "
(into phone again)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter sell the stock
Mutter buy the rights
Mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter — "
Bzzz!
"Let me put you on hold ... "
Bzzz!
"Yes, Miss Bzzz ... "
"It's the interview ... "
"Thanks, Miss Bizz,
Will you tell him to wait?
Will you wire the car?
Will you order the coast?
Will you send up the bank? ... "
And the telephones blink
And the stocks get sold
And the rest of us he keeps on hold,
And he's gonna start producing.
And he's now a corporation.
Right?
And I play at home
With my wife and kids
And I wait to hear the movie bids,
And I've got a little sailboat.
And I'm into meditation.
Right?
He flies off to California.
I discuss him with my shrink.
That's the story of the way we work,
Me and Franklin Shepard, Inc.
Oh. Well, when you do work together, which comes first generally — the words or the music?
Generally, the contract.
It sounds like you think making money is a bad thing for an artist.
Money?
Did I say money?
No, I like money a lot —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
I mean, it's better than not —
Hmmm-Hmmm-Hmmm —
But when it's —
(grunts hungrily)
Money ...
(again)
Money ...
When you're into —
(snorts)
Money ...
And you should be —
(plays an arpeggio)
Listen, he does the money thing very well, but you know what?
Other people do it better. And he does the music thing very
well. And you know what? No one does it better.
Still the telephones blink
And the buzzers buzz
And I really don't know what he does,
But he makes a ton of money,
And a lot of it for me —
Right?
So I think "Okay,"
And I start a play,
And he somehow knows,
'Cause right away
It's drrrring!
(as Frank, into the phone)
"Hiya, buddy,
Wanna write a show?
Got a great idea,
We'll own all the rights
With a two-week out
And a turnaround
On the guarantee
Plus a gross percent
Of the billing clause — "
And there I am in California
Talking deals and turning pink,
Back in business and I mean just that,
Back with Franklin Shepard, Inc.
Very sneaky how it happens,
Much more sneaky than you think.
Start with nothing but a song to sing,
Next you're Franklin Shepard —
Wait, could we wait a minute here because I'm getting in too deep.
The thing, you see, is we're not that kind of close any more,
the way we used to be. And a friendship's like a garden.
You have to water it and tend it and care about it. And you know what?
I want it back. Look —
Nothing permanent has happened,
Just a temporary kink.
Friendship's something you don't really lose ...
Very sneaky how it happens,
Every day you're on the brink.
First the prizes, then the interviews —
(looks up at the studio, realizes where he is)
Oh, my God, I think it's happened,
Stop me quick before I sink.
One more triumph that I can't refuse —
(to camera)
In case you didn't notice, this is my first time on TV — and my last.
(to Jeffrey)
No, here's the point, whatever happens —
Then we'll all go have a drink —
(gesturing in Frank's direction)
That's the guy I love, the fella who's
Inside
(into phone)
"Mutter mutter mutter mutter quick, Jerome,
Get the president,
There's a crazy man
On my TV screen ... "
Inside —
Bzzz! Bzzz! Drrring! —
Inside
Franklin Shepard —
(to camera)
Write him care of any bank, U.S.A. —
(to Frank)
Inc.
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Thing Going
It started out like a song,
We started quiet and slow with no surprise,
Then one morning I woke to realize
We have a good thing going.
It's not that nothing went wrong,
Some angry moment of course, but just a few,
And only moments no more because we knew
We had a good thing going.
And if I wanted too much, was that such a mistake?
Half the time you never wanted enough,
Oh wake up, I don't make that a crime,
And while it's going along,
You take for granted some love will wear away.
We took for granted a lot, and still I say,
It could have kept on growing,
Instead of just kept on,
We had a good thing going, going, gone.
And if I wanted too much, was that such a mistake?
Half the time you never wanted enough,
Oh wake up, I don't make that a crime,
And while it's going along,
You take for granted some love will wear away.
We took for granted a lot, and still I say,
It could have kept on going,
Instead of just kept on,
We had a good thing going, going, gone.
We started quiet and slow with no surprise,
Then one morning I woke to realize
We have a good thing going.
It's not that nothing went wrong,
Some angry moment of course, but just a few,
And only moments no more because we knew
We had a good thing going.
And if I wanted too much, was that such a mistake?
Half the time you never wanted enough,
Oh wake up, I don't make that a crime,
And while it's going along,
You take for granted some love will wear away.
We took for granted a lot, and still I say,
It could have kept on growing,
Instead of just kept on,
We had a good thing going, going, gone.
And if I wanted too much, was that such a mistake?
Half the time you never wanted enough,
Oh wake up, I don't make that a crime,
And while it's going along,
You take for granted some love will wear away.
We took for granted a lot, and still I say,
It could have kept on going,
Instead of just kept on,
We had a good thing going, going, gone.
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Waiting for the Girls Upstairs
Hey, up there...
Way up there...
Whaddaya say, up there?
God, the four of us together back here.
Hey. up there!
Way up there!
Whaddaya say, up there?
I see it all. It's like a movie in my head that play and plays.
It isn't just the bad things I remember It's the whole show.
Waiting around for the girls upstairs:
After the curtain came down.
Money In my pocket to spend.
"Honey, could you maybe get a friend for my friend!"
Hearing the sound of the girls above
Dressing to go on the town.
Clicking heels on steel and cement,
Picking up the giggles floating down through the vent,
Goddamnedest hours that I ever spent
Were waiting for the girls
Upstairs
Hey, up there!
Way up there! .
Whaddaya say, up there!
That's where the keys hung and
That's where you picked up your mail.
I remember:
Me and Ben.
Me and Ben.
We'd come around at ten.
Me and Ben.
And hang around the wings
Watching things
With what-the-hell-was-his-name.
You know, the old guy?
Max! I remember...
Anyway,
There we'd stay
Until the curtain fell.
And when the curtain tell.
Then all hell broke:
Girls on the run
And scenery flying,
Doors slamming left and right
Girls in their un-
Dies, blushing but trying
Not to duck out of sight.
Girls by the hun-
Dreds waving and crying.
"See you tomorrow night!"
Girls looking frazzled and girls looking great,
Girls in a frenzy to get to a date,
Girls like a madhouse and two of them late...
And who had to wait?
And wait...
And wait...
And
wait...
Waiting around for the boys downstairs,
Stalling as long as we dare.
Which dress from my wardrobe of two?
(One of them was borrowed and the other was blue)
Holding our ground for the boys below,
Fussing around with our hair
Giggling, wriggling out of our tights,
Chattering and clattering down all of those flights-
God, I'd forgotten there ever were nights
Of waiting for the boys
Downstairs.
You up there!
Down in a minute!
You two up there!
Just keep your shirts on!
Aren't you through up there?
Heard you the first time!
(Their younger counterparts appear)
Aren't you coming 'cause Coming. We're coming, will
Look, if we're going, we You hold your horses, we're
Gotta get going 'cause Coming. We're ready, be
Look, they won't hold us There in a jiffy, we're
A table at ringside all Coming. We're coming. All
Night! Right!
Hi...
Girls...
Ben...
Sally...
Boy, we're beat.
You look neat.
We saw you in the wings.
How are things?
Did someone pass you in?
Slipped a fin
To what-the-hell-is-his-name,
You know, the doorman.
Al?
No.
Big?
Fat.
Young!
Bald.
Harry.
Yeah.
Okey-doaks.
Come on, folks.
And where we gonna go?
A little joint I know-
What?
Great new show there.
Hey, I thought you said tonight'd be Tony's--
This joint is just as grand.
We girls got dressed for dancing at Tony's--
This joint is in demand.
Ta-ta, goodbye, you'll find us at Tony's--
Wait till you hear the band!
You told us Tony's,
That we'd go to Tony's. I told you Tony's?
Then Ben mentioned Tony's. I never said Tony's
Well, someone said Tony's. When's Ben mentioned Tony's?
There's dancing at Tony's-- It's ritzy at Tony's--
All right, then, we'll go! All right, then, we'll go!
(The young counterparts leave)
Waiting around for the girls upstairs,
Weren't we chuckleheads then?
Very young and very old hat--
Everybody has to go through stages like that.
Waiting around for the girls upstairs--
Thank you but never again.
Life was fun but oh, so intense
Everything was possible and nothing made sense
Back there when one of the major events
Was waiting for the girls,
Waiting for the girls.
Waiting for the girls.
Waiting for the girls,
Waiting for the girls
Upstairs.
(From musical Follies)
Way up there...
Whaddaya say, up there?
God, the four of us together back here.
Hey. up there!
Way up there!
Whaddaya say, up there?
I see it all. It's like a movie in my head that play and plays.
It isn't just the bad things I remember It's the whole show.
Waiting around for the girls upstairs:
After the curtain came down.
Money In my pocket to spend.
"Honey, could you maybe get a friend for my friend!"
Hearing the sound of the girls above
Dressing to go on the town.
Clicking heels on steel and cement,
Picking up the giggles floating down through the vent,
Goddamnedest hours that I ever spent
Were waiting for the girls
Upstairs
Hey, up there!
Way up there! .
Whaddaya say, up there!
That's where the keys hung and
That's where you picked up your mail.
I remember:
Me and Ben.
Me and Ben.
We'd come around at ten.
Me and Ben.
And hang around the wings
Watching things
With what-the-hell-was-his-name.
You know, the old guy?
Max! I remember...
Anyway,
There we'd stay
Until the curtain fell.
And when the curtain tell.
Then all hell broke:
Girls on the run
And scenery flying,
Doors slamming left and right
Girls in their un-
Dies, blushing but trying
Not to duck out of sight.
Girls by the hun-
Dreds waving and crying.
"See you tomorrow night!"
Girls looking frazzled and girls looking great,
Girls in a frenzy to get to a date,
Girls like a madhouse and two of them late...
And who had to wait?
And wait...
And wait...
And
wait...
Waiting around for the boys downstairs,
Stalling as long as we dare.
Which dress from my wardrobe of two?
(One of them was borrowed and the other was blue)
Holding our ground for the boys below,
Fussing around with our hair
Giggling, wriggling out of our tights,
Chattering and clattering down all of those flights-
God, I'd forgotten there ever were nights
Of waiting for the boys
Downstairs.
You up there!
Down in a minute!
You two up there!
Just keep your shirts on!
Aren't you through up there?
Heard you the first time!
(Their younger counterparts appear)
Aren't you coming 'cause Coming. We're coming, will
Look, if we're going, we You hold your horses, we're
Gotta get going 'cause Coming. We're ready, be
Look, they won't hold us There in a jiffy, we're
A table at ringside all Coming. We're coming. All
Night! Right!
Hi...
Girls...
Ben...
Sally...
Boy, we're beat.
You look neat.
We saw you in the wings.
How are things?
Did someone pass you in?
Slipped a fin
To what-the-hell-is-his-name,
You know, the doorman.
Al?
No.
Big?
Fat.
Young!
Bald.
Harry.
Yeah.
Okey-doaks.
Come on, folks.
And where we gonna go?
A little joint I know-
What?
Great new show there.
Hey, I thought you said tonight'd be Tony's--
This joint is just as grand.
We girls got dressed for dancing at Tony's--
This joint is in demand.
Ta-ta, goodbye, you'll find us at Tony's--
Wait till you hear the band!
You told us Tony's,
That we'd go to Tony's. I told you Tony's?
Then Ben mentioned Tony's. I never said Tony's
Well, someone said Tony's. When's Ben mentioned Tony's?
There's dancing at Tony's-- It's ritzy at Tony's--
All right, then, we'll go! All right, then, we'll go!
(The young counterparts leave)
Waiting around for the girls upstairs,
Weren't we chuckleheads then?
Very young and very old hat--
Everybody has to go through stages like that.
Waiting around for the girls upstairs--
Thank you but never again.
Life was fun but oh, so intense
Everything was possible and nothing made sense
Back there when one of the major events
Was waiting for the girls,
Waiting for the girls.
Waiting for the girls.
Waiting for the girls,
Waiting for the girls
Upstairs.
(From musical Follies)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Best Thing That Ever Happened
First, there's cocktails at the Cosden's
Hun, we've got fish to fry.
Then, there's dinner at the Dodges', the reception at the Roosevelt's
And every party filled with millionaires who want
To build the biggest villa since the days of Ancient Rome.
So what do you say we just stay home?
You are the best thing that ever has happened to me,
You are.
Alright then, one of the best things that's happened to me.
You are.
They say we all find love.
I never bought it.
I never thought it would happen to me.
Who could foresee?
You are the god-damnd'est thing that has happened to me...
Ever.
When did I have this much happiness happen to me?
Never.
I can't believe my luck.
And all I can do
Is be the best thing that's happened to you.
So what do you say we just stay home?
What do you say we just go out on the boat and get smashed
And make love on the beach and stare up at the moon?
You might just be the best thing that has happened to me,
So far.
Of course, not much ever really has happened to me,
So far.
I didn't much like love.
I always fought it.
I never thought it would happen like this...
Give us a kiss.
We might just be the best thing that has happened to us,
Partner.
Another moment like this might not happen to us,
Lover.
When all is said and done,
I have to agree,
You are the best thing that's happened to me.
Who knew?
Who dreamed?
Beats me.
Hun, we've got fish to fry.
Then, there's dinner at the Dodges', the reception at the Roosevelt's
And every party filled with millionaires who want
To build the biggest villa since the days of Ancient Rome.
So what do you say we just stay home?
You are the best thing that ever has happened to me,
You are.
Alright then, one of the best things that's happened to me.
You are.
They say we all find love.
I never bought it.
I never thought it would happen to me.
Who could foresee?
You are the god-damnd'est thing that has happened to me...
Ever.
When did I have this much happiness happen to me?
Never.
I can't believe my luck.
And all I can do
Is be the best thing that's happened to you.
So what do you say we just stay home?
What do you say we just go out on the boat and get smashed
And make love on the beach and stare up at the moon?
You might just be the best thing that has happened to me,
So far.
Of course, not much ever really has happened to me,
So far.
I didn't much like love.
I always fought it.
I never thought it would happen like this...
Give us a kiss.
We might just be the best thing that has happened to us,
Partner.
Another moment like this might not happen to us,
Lover.
When all is said and done,
I have to agree,
You are the best thing that's happened to me.
Who knew?
Who dreamed?
Beats me.
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Happiness
I'm so happy i'm afraid
I'll die,
Here in your arms.
What would you do if i died...
Like this,
Right now,
Here in your arms?
That we ever should have met is a miracle...
No, inevitable...
Inevitable, yes,
But i confess
It was the look,
That look,
The sadness in your eyes,
The day that we glanced at each other at the park.
We saw that we were both unhappy.
I needed you, you needed me.
How quickly need can lead to love.
All this happiness,
Merely from a glance in the park.
So much happiness,
So much love.
I thought i knew what love was.
I wish we could have met so much sooner.
I thought i knew what love was,
I thought i knew how much i could feel.
I didn't know what love was,
But now i do.
It's what i feel with you...
The happiness i feel with you.
So much happiness,
Happening by chance in the park.
Surely this is happiness
No one else has ever felt before.
Just another love story,
That's what they would claim.
Another simple love story-
Aren't all of them the same.
No but we feel more,
This is more,
We feel so much more...
Like every other love story...
Some say happiness
Comes and goes...
Then this happiness
Is a kind of happiness
No one really knows.
I thought i knew what love was,
I thought it was no more than a name for yearning.
I thought it was what kindness became...
I'm learning...
I thought where there was love
There was shame.
But with you
There's just happiness...
Endless happiness...
Endless happiness...
Endless... endless...
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Fosca's Entrance (I Read)
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Is This What You Call Love?
Is this what you call love?
This endless and insatiable
Smothering pursuit of me.
You think that this is love?
I'm sorry that you're lonely,
I'm sorry that you want me as you do.
I'm sorry that I fail to feel
The way you want me to feel.
I'm sorry that you're ill,
I'm sorry you're in pain.
I'm sorry that you aren't beautiful.
But yes, I wish you'd go away
And leave me alone!
Everywhere I turn, there you are
This is not love
Just some kind of obsession.
Will you never learn when too far is too far,
Have you no concern
For what I want, what I feel?
Love is what you earn and return
When you care for another
So much that the other's set free.
Don't you see?
Can't you understand?
Love's not a constant demand,
It's a gift you bestow
Love isn't sudden surrender
It's tender and slow, it must grow.
Yet everywhere I go,
You appear or I know you are near
This is now love just a need for possession.
Call it what you will
This is not love, this is a reverse
Like a curse, something out of control
I've begun to fear
For my soul...
This endless and insatiable
Smothering pursuit of me.
You think that this is love?
I'm sorry that you're lonely,
I'm sorry that you want me as you do.
I'm sorry that I fail to feel
The way you want me to feel.
I'm sorry that you're ill,
I'm sorry you're in pain.
I'm sorry that you aren't beautiful.
But yes, I wish you'd go away
And leave me alone!
Everywhere I turn, there you are
This is not love
Just some kind of obsession.
Will you never learn when too far is too far,
Have you no concern
For what I want, what I feel?
Love is what you earn and return
When you care for another
So much that the other's set free.
Don't you see?
Can't you understand?
Love's not a constant demand,
It's a gift you bestow
Love isn't sudden surrender
It's tender and slow, it must grow.
Yet everywhere I go,
You appear or I know you are near
This is now love just a need for possession.
Call it what you will
This is not love, this is a reverse
Like a curse, something out of control
I've begun to fear
For my soul...
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Loving You
Loving you is not a choice,
It's who I am.
Loving you is not a choice
And not much reason to rejoice,
But it gives me purpose
Gives me voice to say to the world:
This is why I live
You are why I live.
Loving you is why I do
The things I do
Loving you is not in my control.
But loving you, I have a goal
For what's left of my life...
I would live,
And I would die for you.
Die for me? What kind of love is that?
The truest love. Would Clara give her life for you?
Would she? I would. Happily. In time you will come
to see what is beautiful about me. Do you wish me
to move to another compartment?
We're getting off at the next stop and I'm taking
you back. And then I'll go on to Milan.
You must be cold. Here.
Take this. Can't have you getting more ill, can I?
The moonlight makes even this landscape look lovely.
Look over there. There seem to be faces in those rocks.
They're smiling back at us.
It's who I am.
Loving you is not a choice
And not much reason to rejoice,
But it gives me purpose
Gives me voice to say to the world:
This is why I live
You are why I live.
Loving you is why I do
The things I do
Loving you is not in my control.
But loving you, I have a goal
For what's left of my life...
I would live,
And I would die for you.
Die for me? What kind of love is that?
The truest love. Would Clara give her life for you?
Would she? I would. Happily. In time you will come
to see what is beautiful about me. Do you wish me
to move to another compartment?
We're getting off at the next stop and I'm taking
you back. And then I'll go on to Milan.
You must be cold. Here.
Take this. Can't have you getting more ill, can I?
The moonlight makes even this landscape look lovely.
Look over there. There seem to be faces in those rocks.
They're smiling back at us.
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God
Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, please?
Are your nostrils a-quivering, tingling
As well at that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Over here, boy, how about some ale?
Let me have another, laddie! (Tell me, are they flavorsome?)
Right away (they are)
Could we have some service over here, boy? (Could we have some service, waiter?)
What about that pie, boy? (God that's good!)
Thruppence for a meat pie?
Toby!
Coming!
'Scuse me
Ale, there!
Right, Mum!
Quick now!
God, that's good!
Nice to see you, dearie
How have you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary!
Toby, one for the gentleman!
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good!
What's your pleasure, dearie?
No, we don't cut slices
Cor, me eyes is bleary!
Toby!
None for the gentleman!
I could up me prices
I'm a little leery
Business couldn't be better, though
God, that's good!
Knock on wood
Psst!
Excuse me
Psst!
Dear, see to the customers
Psst!
Yes, what, love?
Quick, though, the trade is brisk
But it's six o'clock!
So it's six o'clock
It was due to arrive
At a quarter to five
And it's six o'clock! And it's probably already down the block!
It'll be here, it'll be here! (I've been waiting all day!)
Have a beaker of beer
But it should have been here (and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are getting unruly
And what's your pleasure, dearie?
Oops! I beg your pardon!
Just me hands is smeary
Toby!
Run for the gentleman!
Don't you love a garden?
Always makes me teary
Must be one of them foreigners
God, that's good!
That is delicious!
What's my secret
Frankly, dear, forgive my candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like being careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander!
More hot pies!
More hot!
More pies!
Psst!
Excuse me
Psst!
Dear, see to the customers
Psst!
What, love?
Quick, though, the trade is brisk
But it's here!
It's where?
Coming up the stair!
I'll get rid of this lot
As they're still pretty hot
And then I'll be there! (It's about to be opened or don't you care?)
No, I'll be there!
I will be there! (But, we have to prepare!)
But they'll never be sold
If I let 'em get cold
And, oh!
Incidentally, dearie
You know Mrs. Mooney
Sales've been so dreary
Toby!
Poor thing is penniless
What about that loony?
Lookin' sort of beery
Oh, well, got her comeuppance
And that'll be thruppence and
God, that's good, that is de- (so she should)
Have you -licious ever tasted smell such
Oh my God, what more that's pies good!
Ooh, ooh
Is that a chair fit for a king
A wondrous neat (it's gorgeous!)
And most particular chair? (It's gorgeous)
You tell me where
Is there a seat
Can half compare (it's perfect!)
With this particular thing! (It's gorgeous!)
I have a few
Minor adjustments (you make your few)
To make (minor adjustments)
They'll take
A moment (you take your time)
I'll call you (I'll go see to the customers)
I have another friend
Is that a pie fit for a king
A wondrous sweet (it's gorgeous!)
And most particular thing? (It's gorgeous!)
(Yum!) You see, ma'am, why
There is no meat pie
Can compete (it's perfect!) (Yum!)
With this delectable pie! (It's gorgeous!) (Yum!)
The crust all velvety and wavy (Yum! Yum!)
That glaze, those crimps (Yum! Yum!)
And then the thick, succulent gravy (Yum! Yum!) (And now to test)
One whiff, one glimpse (Yum! Yum!) (This best of barber chairs)
So thick (so tender) (yum!) (It's time)
It makes you sick (that you surrender) (It's time)
Psst!
Excuse me
Psst!
Dear, see to the customers
Psst!
Yes, what, love?
Quick, now!
Me heart's aflutter!
When I pound the floor
When you pound the floor
It's a signal to show
That I'm ready to go (yes, you told me, I know)
When I pound the floor! You'll be ready to go
When you pound the floor
Will you trust me?
I just want to be sure (Will you trust me?)
I'll be waiting below
When I'm certain that you're in place (for the whistle to blow)
I'll pound three times
Three times
And then you
Three times
If you
Exactly
More hot pies!
Gawd!
More hot!
Right!
More pies!
Psst!
More!
Wait!
Psst!
More hot pies!
More hot! More pies!
More! Hot! Pies!
Eat them slow and
Feel the crust, how thin she/I rolled it
Eat them slow, 'cause
Every one's a prize!
Eat them slow, 'cause
That's the lot and now we've sold it!
Come again tomorrow!
Hold it!
More hot pies!
Bless my eyes!
Right this way, sir
Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie? (Is that a pie) (Yum!)
Be here in a twinkling (fit for a king) (Yum!)
Just confirms my theory (a wondrous sweet) (Yum!)
Toby! (And most delectable thing?) (Yum! Yum!)
God watches over us
Didn't have an inkling (you see, Mum?) (Yum!)
Positively eerie (why there is no meat pie?) (Yum!)
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good that is de- have you
-Licious ever tasted smell such
Oh my God, what perfect more that's
Pies such flavor
God, that's good!
May I have your attention, please?
Are your nostrils a-quivering, tingling
As well at that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Over here, boy, how about some ale?
Let me have another, laddie! (Tell me, are they flavorsome?)
Right away (they are)
Could we have some service over here, boy? (Could we have some service, waiter?)
What about that pie, boy? (God that's good!)
Thruppence for a meat pie?
Toby!
Coming!
'Scuse me
Ale, there!
Right, Mum!
Quick now!
God, that's good!
Nice to see you, dearie
How have you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary!
Toby, one for the gentleman!
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good!
What's your pleasure, dearie?
No, we don't cut slices
Cor, me eyes is bleary!
Toby!
None for the gentleman!
I could up me prices
I'm a little leery
Business couldn't be better, though
God, that's good!
Knock on wood
Psst!
Excuse me
Psst!
Dear, see to the customers
Psst!
Yes, what, love?
Quick, though, the trade is brisk
But it's six o'clock!
So it's six o'clock
It was due to arrive
At a quarter to five
And it's six o'clock! And it's probably already down the block!
It'll be here, it'll be here! (I've been waiting all day!)
Have a beaker of beer
But it should have been here (and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are getting unruly
And what's your pleasure, dearie?
Oops! I beg your pardon!
Just me hands is smeary
Toby!
Run for the gentleman!
Don't you love a garden?
Always makes me teary
Must be one of them foreigners
God, that's good!
That is delicious!
What's my secret
Frankly, dear, forgive my candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like being careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander!
More hot pies!
More hot!
More pies!
Psst!
Excuse me
Psst!
Dear, see to the customers
Psst!
What, love?
Quick, though, the trade is brisk
But it's here!
It's where?
Coming up the stair!
I'll get rid of this lot
As they're still pretty hot
And then I'll be there! (It's about to be opened or don't you care?)
No, I'll be there!
I will be there! (But, we have to prepare!)
But they'll never be sold
If I let 'em get cold
And, oh!
Incidentally, dearie
You know Mrs. Mooney
Sales've been so dreary
Toby!
Poor thing is penniless
What about that loony?
Lookin' sort of beery
Oh, well, got her comeuppance
And that'll be thruppence and
God, that's good, that is de- (so she should)
Have you -licious ever tasted smell such
Oh my God, what more that's pies good!
Ooh, ooh
Is that a chair fit for a king
A wondrous neat (it's gorgeous!)
And most particular chair? (It's gorgeous)
You tell me where
Is there a seat
Can half compare (it's perfect!)
With this particular thing! (It's gorgeous!)
I have a few
Minor adjustments (you make your few)
To make (minor adjustments)
They'll take
A moment (you take your time)
I'll call you (I'll go see to the customers)
I have another friend
Is that a pie fit for a king
A wondrous sweet (it's gorgeous!)
And most particular thing? (It's gorgeous!)
(Yum!) You see, ma'am, why
There is no meat pie
Can compete (it's perfect!) (Yum!)
With this delectable pie! (It's gorgeous!) (Yum!)
The crust all velvety and wavy (Yum! Yum!)
That glaze, those crimps (Yum! Yum!)
And then the thick, succulent gravy (Yum! Yum!) (And now to test)
One whiff, one glimpse (Yum! Yum!) (This best of barber chairs)
So thick (so tender) (yum!) (It's time)
It makes you sick (that you surrender) (It's time)
Psst!
Excuse me
Psst!
Dear, see to the customers
Psst!
Yes, what, love?
Quick, now!
Me heart's aflutter!
When I pound the floor
When you pound the floor
It's a signal to show
That I'm ready to go (yes, you told me, I know)
When I pound the floor! You'll be ready to go
When you pound the floor
Will you trust me?
I just want to be sure (Will you trust me?)
I'll be waiting below
When I'm certain that you're in place (for the whistle to blow)
I'll pound three times
Three times
And then you
Three times
If you
Exactly
More hot pies!
Gawd!
More hot!
Right!
More pies!
Psst!
More!
Wait!
Psst!
More hot pies!
More hot! More pies!
More! Hot! Pies!
Eat them slow and
Feel the crust, how thin she/I rolled it
Eat them slow, 'cause
Every one's a prize!
Eat them slow, 'cause
That's the lot and now we've sold it!
Come again tomorrow!
Hold it!
More hot pies!
Bless my eyes!
Right this way, sir
Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie? (Is that a pie) (Yum!)
Be here in a twinkling (fit for a king) (Yum!)
Just confirms my theory (a wondrous sweet) (Yum!)
Toby! (And most delectable thing?) (Yum! Yum!)
God watches over us
Didn't have an inkling (you see, Mum?) (Yum!)
Positively eerie (why there is no meat pie?) (Yum!)
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
God, that's good that is de- have you
-Licious ever tasted smell such
Oh my God, what perfect more that's
Pies such flavor
God, that's good!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Losing My Mind / Not a Day Goes By
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Opening Doors
How's it going?
Good. You?
Fair.
Yeah, tell me.
Chinese laundry.
Hi.
Mary ...
Say hello.
I think I got a job.
Where?
True Romances.
Posing?
Thank you. Writing captions.
What about the book?
What about the book?
Nothing, are you working on your book?
Yes ...
Good.
No ...
Mary
Right, I know, yes, me and Balzac ...
I finished the one-act.
I got an audition —
I started the story.
Rehearsal pianist.
So where are we eating?
I'm moving to Playboy.
The publisher called me.
I'm doing a rewrite.
My parents are coming.
I saw My Fair Lady.
I rewrote the rewrite.
I sort of enjoyed it.
I threw out the story.
I'm meeting an agent.
We'll all get together on Sunday.
We're opening doors,
Singing, "Here we are!"
We're filling up days
On a dime.
That faraway shore's
Looking not too far.
We're following every star
There's not enough time!
I called a producer.
I sent off the one-act.
I started the story.
He said to come see him.
I dropped out of college.
I met this musician.
I'm playing a nightclub.
They're doing my one-act!
I'm working for Redbook.
I rewrote the ballad.
I finished the story.
We started rehearsals.
I threw out the story
And then the musician.
I'm moving to Popular Science.
We're opening doors,
Singing, "Look who's here!"
Beginning to sail
On a dime.
That faraway shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear,
We haven't got time!
How's it coming?
Good. You?
Done.
One minute...
Hamburg Heaven.
Hi.
Mary ...
Say hello.
I got another job.
Where?
Chic.
What's that?
A brand-new concept:
Pop-up pictures.
What about the book?
What about the book?
Did you give the publisher the book?
Yes ...
Good.
No ...
Mary —
Look, I —
Finished!
Let me call you back.
Right.
This is just a draft.
Right.
I haven't had the time to do a polish —
Will you sing!!
Right.
"Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do.
They're always popping the cork — "
I hate that line —
"The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks,
You gotta have a real taste for maniacs —
Suddenly I do!"
That's great. That's swell.
The other stuff as well.
It isn't every day
I hear a score this strong
But fellas, if I may,
There's only one thing wrong:
There's not a tune you can hum.
There's not a tune you go bum-bum-bum-di-dum.
You need a tune you can bum-bum-bum-di-dum —
Give me a melody!
Why can't you throw 'em a crumb?
What's wrong with letting 'em tap their toes a bit?
I'll let you know when Stravinsky has a hit —
Give me some melody!
Oh sure, I know,
It's not that kind of show.
But can't you have a score
That's sort of in between?
Look, play a little more,
I'll show you what I mean ...
"Who wants to live in New York?
I always hated the dirt, the heat, the noise.
But ever since I met you, I — "
Listen, boys,
Maybe it's me,
But that's just not a hummmmmmmmmmmmmable melody!
Write more, work hard —
Leave your name with the girl.
Less avant-garde —
Leave your name with the girl.
Just write a plain old melodee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee...
Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee ...
They're stopping rehearsals.
They ran out of money ...
We lasted one issue.
My book was rejected ...
The nightclub was raided.
I have to start coaching ...
My parents are coming.
They screwed up the laundry.
My wallet was stolen.
I saw the musician.
We're being evicted.
I'm having a breakdown.
We'll all get together on Sunday.
They're slamming doors,
Singing, "Go away!"
It's less of a sail
Than a climb.
That faraway shore's
Farther every day.
We're learning to ricochet ...
We still have a lot to say ...
You know what we'll do?
What?
We'll do a revue.
What?
What?
We'll do a revue of our own!
What? Where?
Why? When?
Not just songs, but stories, scenes,
Piano pieces, mime —
Yeah!
Frankly Frank ...
A showcase of our own?
Where?
The club's reopening.
We'll write a lot of new stuff —
Rewrite the old stuff —
What about the girl?
What about the girl?
Only that we're gonna need a girl.
Well, Mary
Thanks, I don't perform except at dinner.
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who wants the garbage cans clanging in the street ?
Thank you for coming.
Next eight, please.
They're always popping their cork
Up a tone.
The cops, the cabbies, the salesgirls up at Saks
Up a tone.
You gotta have a real taste for maniacs
Thank you. You're hired.
I'm Beth.
I'm Frank.
I really thought I stank.
I'm Mary.
Charley.
By the way,
I'm told we open Saturday —
What!
You're not serious!
Nobody's ready!
Apparently someone cancelled a booking.
The songs aren't finsihed —
And what about costumes?
And how do I learn all these numbers?
I'll bring you the copies of everything later this evening.
Okay, but I'll have to have all the music, and
Saturday I've got to sing at a wedding. Oh,
God, is there dancing, 'cause I'm not a dancer
Not to mention I still haven't finished the
Synanon song or the Kennedy number
You don't have to, we'll segue the
End of it into the dance we cut out
And what'll we do about getting publicity,
Run around town putting stickers on windows?
And have we decided or not on the restaurant sketch?
I need two or three days to replace it
No, we'll use it but not with the long introduction
We'll worry about it on Sunday!
We're opening doors, singing, "Here we are!"
We're filling up days on a dime.
That faraway shore's looking not too far.
We're following every star —
There's not enough time!
We're banging on doors, shouting, "Here again!"
We're risking it all on a dime.
That faraway shore's looking near again,
The only thing left is when,
We know we should count to ten —
We haven't got time!
We haven't got time!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Multitudes of Amys
Multitudes of Amys
crowd the streets below
Avenues of amys,
officefuls of amys
Everywhere I go.
Wonder what it means,
Ho-ho,
I wonder what it means.
I see them waiting for the lights,
Running for the bus,
Milling in the stores
And hailing cabs
And disappearing
Through revolving doors.
Multitudes of amys,
Everywhere I Look.
Sentences of amys,
Paragraphs of amys,
Filling every book.
Wonder if it means
I've gone to pieces.
Every other word I speak
Is something she says.
Walls hang with pictures of amys,
Galaxies of amys
Dot the night skies,
Girls pass and look at me
With amy's eyes.
I've seen an audience of amys
Watch a cast of amys
Act in a play.
Seems there are more of her
Every day.
What can it mean?
What can it mean?
I've caught a stadium of amys
Standing up to cheer,
Choruses of amys,
Symphonies of amys
Ringing in my ear.
I know what it means.
I'm ready,
I'm ready,
I'm ready now!
All that it takes is two,
Amy, me
Amy, you,
Amy.
I know what it means.
Hey, amy,
I know what it means.
Oh, wow!
I'm ready,
I'm ready,
I'll say it
Marry me now!
Writer: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC
Happily Ever After
Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to love you too hard
Happily ever after
Someone to need you too much
Someone to read you too well
Someone to bleed you of all
The things you don't want to tell
That's happily ever after,
Ever, ever, ever after
In hell
Somebody always there
Sitting in the chair
Where you want to sit
Always, always
Somebody always there
Wanting you to share
Just a little bit
Always, always
Then see the pretty girls
Smiling everywhere
From the ads and the TV sets
And why should you sweat?
What do you get?
One day of grateful,
For six of regret!
With
Someone to hold you too close
Someone to hurt you too deep
Someone to bore you to death
Happily ever after
Someone you have to know well
Someone you have to show how
Someone you have to allow
The things you'd never allow
That's happily ever after,
Ever, ever, ever after
'Til now
So quick!
Get a little car, take a little drive
Make a little love, see a little flick
Do a little work, take a little walk
Watch a little TV
And click!
Make a little love, do a little work
Get a little drunk,
You've got one little trip, seventy years
Spread it around!
Take your pick!
Buy a little here, spend a little there
Smoke a little pot for a little kick
Waste a little time, make a little love
Show a little feeling
But why should you try?
Why not, sure, feel a little lonely?
But fly! Why not fly!
With
No one to hold you too close
No one to hurt you too deep
No one to love you too hard
Happily ever after
No one you have to know well
No one you have to show how
No one you have to allow
The things you'd never allow
That's happily ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
For now
Ever, ever, ever after
Ever, ever, ever, ever after
Ever, ever, ever after
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Being Alive
Someone to hold me too close.
Someone to hurt me too deep.
Someone to sit in my chair,
And ruin my sleep,
And make me aware,
Of being alive.
Being alive.
Somebody need me too much.
Somebody know me too well.
Somebody pull me up short,
And put me through hell,
And give me support,
For being alive.
Make me alive.
Make me alive.
Make me confused.
Mock me with praise.
Let me be used.
Vary my days.
But alone,
Is alone,
Not alive.
Somebody crowd me with love.
Somebody force me to care.
Somebody let me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive,
Being alive.
Being alive.
Being alive!
Someone to hurt me too deep.
Someone to sit in my chair,
And ruin my sleep,
And make me aware,
Of being alive.
Being alive.
Somebody need me too much.
Somebody know me too well.
Somebody pull me up short,
And put me through hell,
And give me support,
For being alive.
Make me alive.
Make me alive.
Make me confused.
Mock me with praise.
Let me be used.
Vary my days.
But alone,
Is alone,
Not alive.
Somebody crowd me with love.
Somebody force me to care.
Somebody let me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive,
Being alive.
Being alive.
Being alive!
Writer: GABRIEL JOHN KAHANE, STEPHEN SONDHEIM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Something Just Broke
WOMAN 1
I was out
In the yard,
Taking down the bed sheets,
When my neighbor yelled across:
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
WOMAN 1
I remember where I was,
Just exactly where I was,
In the yard out back--
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
MAN 1
I was getting me a shoeshine--
WOMAN 1
--Folding sheets--
MAN 1
--When I heard--
WOMAN 2
We were waiting for a carriage--
MAN 1
--Newsboys--
WOMAN 2
Suddenly there's shouting in the street--
WOMAN 1
--Lizzie's sheets...
THE PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
WOMAN 2
I'll remember it forever--
WOMAN 1
And I thought:
WOMAN 2 and MAN 1
--Where I was, what I was doing--
WOMAN 1
Something just broke...
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
MAN 1
My God--!
MAN 2
I was up near the ridge,
Plowing--
MAN 3
We were working at the plant--
WOMAN 2
I was halfway throguh correcting the exams--
MAN 2
--When my wife
MAN 3
It was Mike--
MAN 2
She comes tearing 'cross the field--
MAN 3
--Mike the forman--
WOMAN 2
In runs billy--
MAN 3
I mean, he was crying--
WOMAN 2
He was crying--
MAN 2
She was crying--
WOMAN 2, MAN 2, MAN 3
I'll remember it forever...
WOMAN 1
And I thought:
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
WOMAN 1
You know what?
There are presidents who aren't worth a lot.
WOMAN 2, MAN 2, MAN 3
I kept thinking:
WOMAN 1
There's the kind that gets elected, then forgot.
MAN 1 and WOMAN 1
Mr. Garfield--
WOMAN 2
Mr. Lincoln
MAN 1 and WOMAN 1
--He's a hack.
MAN 3 and WOMAN 1
Bill McKinley--
WOMAN 2
--He's a giant.
MAN 1, MAN 3, WOMAN 1
--He's a joke.
WOMAN 1
Still, something just broke...
PROPRIETOR
"The president is rallying."
"The president is sinking."
"The president is dead."
WOMAN 1
Something just broke.
MAN 2
I was down at the Exchange...
WOMAN 1
Something just made a little dent.
WOMAN 2
I'd been shopping...
MAN 1
I'd been sick...
WOMAN 1
Something just broke--
MAN 3
All I know, it was a Friday...
WOMAN 1
Only for a moment.
MAN1, MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
I remember it exactly...
WOMAN 1
Something got bent.
WOMAN 2
I'm taking the order...
WOMAN 1
Something jsut left a little mark.
BOY
I was getting dressed...
WOMAN 2
...two potato soups...
WOMAN 1
Something just went a little dark.
Something just went.
MAN 2
And I wondered:
WOMAN 2
I was scared--
MAN 2 and WOMAN 2
What would follow...
WOMAN 1
Something to be mended.
MAN 1
Made me wonder who we are...
WOMAN 1
Something we'll have to weather--
MAN 2
It was seeing all those torches...
WOMAN 1
Bringing us all together--
MAN 2
He was me...
MAN 3
He was us...
WOMAN 1
--If only for a moment...
ALL
I'll remember it forever...
WOMAN 1
Nothing has really ended--
MAN 1, MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
Where I was, what I was doing...
WOMAN 1
Only just be suspended...
MAN 1, MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
Like a flash...
WOMAN 1
'Cause something just stirred...
VARIOUS
And I thought
And I thought to myself
And I thought
And I thought
I kept thinking
WOMAN 1
Something just woke.
ALL
Something just spoke,
Something I wish I hadn't heard,
Something bewildering occurred.
BOY and MAN 2
Fix it up fast,
Please--
MAN 2 and MAN 3
Till it's just smoke.
WOMAN 1 and WOMAN 2
Till it's only "Something just passed"--
--Nothing that will last.
WOMAN 1, WOMAN 2, MAN 1
Where I was, what i was doing...
MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
Nothing but the moment...
WOMAN 2
Just an awful moment...
WOMAN 1
But something just--
I was out
In the yard,
Taking down the bed sheets,
When my neighbor yelled across:
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
WOMAN 1
I remember where I was,
Just exactly where I was,
In the yard out back--
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
MAN 1
I was getting me a shoeshine--
WOMAN 1
--Folding sheets--
MAN 1
--When I heard--
WOMAN 2
We were waiting for a carriage--
MAN 1
--Newsboys--
WOMAN 2
Suddenly there's shouting in the street--
WOMAN 1
--Lizzie's sheets...
THE PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
WOMAN 2
I'll remember it forever--
WOMAN 1
And I thought:
WOMAN 2 and MAN 1
--Where I was, what I was doing--
WOMAN 1
Something just broke...
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
MAN 1
My God--!
MAN 2
I was up near the ridge,
Plowing--
MAN 3
We were working at the plant--
WOMAN 2
I was halfway throguh correcting the exams--
MAN 2
--When my wife
MAN 3
It was Mike--
MAN 2
She comes tearing 'cross the field--
MAN 3
--Mike the forman--
WOMAN 2
In runs billy--
MAN 3
I mean, he was crying--
WOMAN 2
He was crying--
MAN 2
She was crying--
WOMAN 2, MAN 2, MAN 3
I'll remember it forever...
WOMAN 1
And I thought:
PROPRIETOR
"The president's been shot."
WOMAN 1
You know what?
There are presidents who aren't worth a lot.
WOMAN 2, MAN 2, MAN 3
I kept thinking:
WOMAN 1
There's the kind that gets elected, then forgot.
MAN 1 and WOMAN 1
Mr. Garfield--
WOMAN 2
Mr. Lincoln
MAN 1 and WOMAN 1
--He's a hack.
MAN 3 and WOMAN 1
Bill McKinley--
WOMAN 2
--He's a giant.
MAN 1, MAN 3, WOMAN 1
--He's a joke.
WOMAN 1
Still, something just broke...
PROPRIETOR
"The president is rallying."
"The president is sinking."
"The president is dead."
WOMAN 1
Something just broke.
MAN 2
I was down at the Exchange...
WOMAN 1
Something just made a little dent.
WOMAN 2
I'd been shopping...
MAN 1
I'd been sick...
WOMAN 1
Something just broke--
MAN 3
All I know, it was a Friday...
WOMAN 1
Only for a moment.
MAN1, MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
I remember it exactly...
WOMAN 1
Something got bent.
WOMAN 2
I'm taking the order...
WOMAN 1
Something jsut left a little mark.
BOY
I was getting dressed...
WOMAN 2
...two potato soups...
WOMAN 1
Something just went a little dark.
Something just went.
MAN 2
And I wondered:
WOMAN 2
I was scared--
MAN 2 and WOMAN 2
What would follow...
WOMAN 1
Something to be mended.
MAN 1
Made me wonder who we are...
WOMAN 1
Something we'll have to weather--
MAN 2
It was seeing all those torches...
WOMAN 1
Bringing us all together--
MAN 2
He was me...
MAN 3
He was us...
WOMAN 1
--If only for a moment...
ALL
I'll remember it forever...
WOMAN 1
Nothing has really ended--
MAN 1, MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
Where I was, what I was doing...
WOMAN 1
Only just be suspended...
MAN 1, MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
Like a flash...
WOMAN 1
'Cause something just stirred...
VARIOUS
And I thought
And I thought to myself
And I thought
And I thought
I kept thinking
WOMAN 1
Something just woke.
ALL
Something just spoke,
Something I wish I hadn't heard,
Something bewildering occurred.
BOY and MAN 2
Fix it up fast,
Please--
MAN 2 and MAN 3
Till it's just smoke.
WOMAN 1 and WOMAN 2
Till it's only "Something just passed"--
--Nothing that will last.
WOMAN 1, WOMAN 2, MAN 1
Where I was, what i was doing...
MAN 2, MAN 3, BOY
Nothing but the moment...
WOMAN 2
Just an awful moment...
WOMAN 1
But something just--
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Gun Song
It takes a lot of men to make a gun,
Hundreds, Many men to make a gun:
Men in the mines
To dig the iron
Men in the mills
To forge the steel,
Men at machines
To turn the barrel,
Mold the trigger,
Shape the wheel-
It takes a lot of men to make a gun...
One gun...
And all you have to do
Is move you little finger,
Move your little finger and-
You can change the world.
Why should you be blue
When you've you little finger?
Prove how just a little finger
Can change the world.
I hate this gun...
What a wonder is a gun!
What a versatile invention!
First of all, when you've a gun-
Everybody pays attention.
When you think what must be done,
Think of all that it can do:
Remove a scoundrel,
Unite a party,
Preserve the Union,
Promote the sales of my book,
Insure my future,
My niche in history,
And then the world will see
That I am not a man to overlook!
Ha-ha!
And all you have to do
Is squeeze your little finger.
Ease your little finger back-
You can change the world.
Whatever else is true,
You trust your little finger.
Just a single little finger
Can change the world.
I got this really great gun-
Shit, where is it?
No, it's really great-
Wait-
Shit, where is it?
Anyway
It's just a .38-
But-
It's a gun.
You can make a statement-
Wrong-
With a gun-
Even if you fail.
It tells 'em who you are
Where you stand.
This one was on sale.
It- no not the shoe-
Well, actually the shoe was, too.
No, that's not it-
Shit, I had it here-
Got it!
Yeah! There it is! And-
All you have to do
Is crook your little finger,
Hook your little finger 'round-
Shit, I shot it...
- You can change the world.
Simply follow through,
And look, your little finger
Can
Slow them down
To a crawl,
Show them all,
Big and small,
It took a little finger
No time
To change the world.
A gun kills many men before it's done,
Hundreds,
Long before you shoot the gun:
Men in the mines
And in the steel mills,
Men at machines,
Who died for what?
Something to buy-
A watch, a shoe, a gun,
A thing to make the bosses richer,
But a gun claims many men before it's done...
Just
One
More...
Hundreds, Many men to make a gun:
Men in the mines
To dig the iron
Men in the mills
To forge the steel,
Men at machines
To turn the barrel,
Mold the trigger,
Shape the wheel-
It takes a lot of men to make a gun...
One gun...
And all you have to do
Is move you little finger,
Move your little finger and-
You can change the world.
Why should you be blue
When you've you little finger?
Prove how just a little finger
Can change the world.
I hate this gun...
What a wonder is a gun!
What a versatile invention!
First of all, when you've a gun-
Everybody pays attention.
When you think what must be done,
Think of all that it can do:
Remove a scoundrel,
Unite a party,
Preserve the Union,
Promote the sales of my book,
Insure my future,
My niche in history,
And then the world will see
That I am not a man to overlook!
Ha-ha!
And all you have to do
Is squeeze your little finger.
Ease your little finger back-
You can change the world.
Whatever else is true,
You trust your little finger.
Just a single little finger
Can change the world.
I got this really great gun-
Shit, where is it?
No, it's really great-
Wait-
Shit, where is it?
Anyway
It's just a .38-
But-
It's a gun.
You can make a statement-
Wrong-
With a gun-
Even if you fail.
It tells 'em who you are
Where you stand.
This one was on sale.
It- no not the shoe-
Well, actually the shoe was, too.
No, that's not it-
Shit, I had it here-
Got it!
Yeah! There it is! And-
All you have to do
Is crook your little finger,
Hook your little finger 'round-
Shit, I shot it...
- You can change the world.
Simply follow through,
And look, your little finger
Can
Slow them down
To a crawl,
Show them all,
Big and small,
It took a little finger
No time
To change the world.
A gun kills many men before it's done,
Hundreds,
Long before you shoot the gun:
Men in the mines
And in the steel mills,
Men at machines,
Who died for what?
Something to buy-
A watch, a shoe, a gun,
A thing to make the bosses richer,
But a gun claims many men before it's done...
Just
One
More...
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Smile Girls
What you must keep in mind as the act curtains part
Is the primary law of theatrical art
Mainly, smile, girls, and you'll lay them in the isle, girls
If you smile, girls, they'll die on the spot
Smile, girls, drive 'em crazy with your youth, girls
Flash a tooth, girls, give them everything you got
Witch an' it an awful lot
Smile girls or we never gonna work girls
Just a smirk, girls, might well save the day
Get style, girls, and the customers will stay
So smile, Angus, smile, Delorous
Smile, Phelma, smile, whatever your name is
Smile, Ednis, smile, Madre May, smile, girls
Make them think your being clever
But whatever happens smile no matter what
When the scenery smacks you smile
When a stage hen attacks you smile
When they boo in the gallery smile
When I don't pay your salary smile
When the comedy's dying smile
When you all feel like crying smile
When tomato's are flying duck but smile
Smile, girls, it only hurts a while, girls
If you smile, girls, it's sure to go away
Get style, girl, even if you have to ham it
But damn it, smile, Angus, smile, Dolorous
Smile, Phelma, smile, whatever your name is
Smile, Ednis, smile, Madre May, smile, girls
And when the act begins to sag drag out the flag and smile
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Finishing the Hat
Mademoiselles...
You end me, pal...
Second bottle...
Ah, she looks for me...
Bonnet flapping...
Yapping...
Ruff!...
Chicken...
Pastry...
Yes, she looks for me-good.
Let her look for me to tell me why she left me-
As I always knew she would.
I had thought she understood.
They have never understood,
And no reason that they should.
But if anybody could...
Finishing the hat,
How you have to finish the hat.
How you watch the rest of the world
From a window
While you finish the hat.
Mapping out a sky.
What you feel like, planning a sky.
What you feel when voices that come
Through the window
Go
Until they distance and die,
Until there's nothing but sky
And how you're always turning back too late
From the grass or the stick
Or the dog or the light,
How the kind of woman willing to wait's
Not the kind that you want to find waiting
To return you to the night,
Dizzy from the height,
Coming from the hat,
Studying the hat,
Entering the world of the hat,
Reaching through the world of the hat
Like a window,
Back to this one from that.
Studying a face,
Stepping back to look at a face
Leaves a little space in the way like a window,
But to see-
It's the only way to see.
And when the woman that you wanted goes,
You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give."
But the women who won't wait for you knows
That, however you live,
There's a part of you always standing by,
Mapping out the sky,
Finishing a hat...
Starting on a hat..
Finishing a hat...
Look, I made a hat...
Where there never was a hat
( From musical Sunday in the Park With George)
You end me, pal...
Second bottle...
Ah, she looks for me...
Bonnet flapping...
Yapping...
Ruff!...
Chicken...
Pastry...
Yes, she looks for me-good.
Let her look for me to tell me why she left me-
As I always knew she would.
I had thought she understood.
They have never understood,
And no reason that they should.
But if anybody could...
Finishing the hat,
How you have to finish the hat.
How you watch the rest of the world
From a window
While you finish the hat.
Mapping out a sky.
What you feel like, planning a sky.
What you feel when voices that come
Through the window
Go
Until they distance and die,
Until there's nothing but sky
And how you're always turning back too late
From the grass or the stick
Or the dog or the light,
How the kind of woman willing to wait's
Not the kind that you want to find waiting
To return you to the night,
Dizzy from the height,
Coming from the hat,
Studying the hat,
Entering the world of the hat,
Reaching through the world of the hat
Like a window,
Back to this one from that.
Studying a face,
Stepping back to look at a face
Leaves a little space in the way like a window,
But to see-
It's the only way to see.
And when the woman that you wanted goes,
You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give."
But the women who won't wait for you knows
That, however you live,
There's a part of you always standing by,
Mapping out the sky,
Finishing a hat...
Starting on a hat..
Finishing a hat...
Look, I made a hat...
Where there never was a hat
( From musical Sunday in the Park With George)
Writer: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Beautiful
Changing...
It keeps changing
I see towers
Where there were trees
Going,
All the stillness
The solitude,
Georgie
Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful...
All things are beautiful
Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower-
Beautiful, Mother
See?
A perfect tree
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful
Fading
I'm changing
You're changing
It keeps fading...
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
It keeps melting
Before our eyes
You watch
While I revise the world
Changing,
As we sit here-
Quick, draw it all
Georgie...
Sundays
Disappearing,
As we look-
Look! Look!
You make it beautiful
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view
( From musical Sunday in the Park With George)
It keeps changing
I see towers
Where there were trees
Going,
All the stillness
The solitude,
Georgie
Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful...
All things are beautiful
Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower-
Beautiful, Mother
See?
A perfect tree
Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful
Fading
I'm changing
You're changing
It keeps fading...
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
It keeps melting
Before our eyes
You watch
While I revise the world
Changing,
As we sit here-
Quick, draw it all
Georgie...
Sundays
Disappearing,
As we look-
Look! Look!
You make it beautiful
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view
( From musical Sunday in the Park With George)
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Send in the Clowns
Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want--
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.
(From musical Little Night Music)
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.
Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.
Don't you love farce?
My fault, I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want--
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.
Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer?
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.
(From musical Little Night Music)
Writer: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Company/ Old Friends
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubbi...
Robby...
Robert darling...
Bobby, we've been trying to call you.
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubbi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you.
Bob...
Robbo...
Bobby love...
Bobby honey...
Bobby, we've been trying to reach you all day.
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby Baby...
Angel...
Darling...
The kids were asking--
Bobby...
Bobby...
Robert...
Robby...
Bob-o...
Bobby, there was something we wanted to say.
Bobby...
Bobby bubbi...
Sweetheart...
Sugar...
Your line was busy.
What have you been up to, kiddo?
Bobby...
Fella...
Bobby...
Sweetie...
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home.
Seems like weeks since we talked to you!
Bobby, we've been thinking of you!
Drop by anytime.
Bobby, there's a concert on Tuesday.
Hank and Mary get into town tomorrow.
How about some scrabble on Sunday?
Why don't we all go to the beach next weekend?
Bob, we're having people in Saturday night.
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby, baby...
Whatcha doin' Thursday?
Bobby...
Angel...
Bobby bubbi...
Time we got together, is Wednesday all right?
Bobby...
Robbo...
Bobby honey...
Eight o'clock on Monday.
Robby darling...
Bobby, fella...
Bobby baby...
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
We'll be so glad to see you!
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
Just be the three of us,
Only the three of us--
We looooooooooooooooove you!
Phone rings,
Door chimes,
In comes
Company!
No strings,
Good times,
Room hums,
Company!
Late nights,
Quick bites,
Party games,
Deep talks,
Long walks,
Telephone calls.
Thoughts shared,
Souls bared,
Private names,
All those
Photos
Up on the walls--
"With love."
"With love" filling the days,
"With love" seventy ways,
"To Bobby with love"
From all those good and crazy people, my friends!
Those good and crazy people, my married friends!
And that's what it's all about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about,
Really about!
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubbi...
Robby...
Robert darling...
Bobby...
Bobby...
Angel, will you do me a favor? ROBERT:
Bobby baby... Name it, Sarah...
Bobby bubbi...
Listen, pal, I'd like your opinion...
Bob... Try me, Peter...
Robbo...
Bobby love...
Bobby honey...
Bobby, there's a problem,
I need your advice...
Bobby... Amy, can I call you back tomorrow?
Bobby...
Bobby Baby...
Angel...
Darling...
Just half an hour...
Honey, if you'd visit the
kids once or twice...
Bobby... Jenny, I could take them
Bobby... to the zoo on Friday...
Bobby bubbi...
Sweetheart...
Sugar...
What's happend to you?
Bobby...
Fella...
Kiddo...
Where have you been?
Bobby, how have you been?
Stop by on your way home...
Bobby, dear, I don't mean to pry... Susan, love, I'll make it after
Bobby, we've been thinking of you... seven if I can...
Drop by anytime... Sorry, Paul, I made a date with
Larry and Joanne...
Bobby, dear, it's none of our business...
Lookit, pal, I have to work Thursday evening...
Darling, you've been looking peculiar.
Bobby boy, you know how I hate the opera...
Funny thing, your name came up only last night...
Harry...David...Kathy...I...
I shouldn't say this, but...
April...Marta...Listen, people!...
Bobby, we've been worried, you sure you're all right?
Bobby...Bobby...Bobby baby...
Did I do something wrong?
Bobby bubi, bobby fella, Bobby, Bobby...
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
We'll be so glad to see you!
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
Just be the three of us,
Only the three of us--
We LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE you!
Phone rings,
Door chimes,
In comes
Company!
No strings,
Good times,
Just chums,
Company!
Late nights,
Quick bites,
Party games,
Deep talks,
Long walks,
Telephone calls.
Thoughts shared,
Souls bared,
Private names,
All those
Photos
Up on the walls--
"With love."
"With love" filling the days,
"With love" seventy ways,
"To Bobby with love"
From all those good and crazy people, your friends!
Those good and crazy people, your married friends!
And that's what it's all about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about,
Really about!
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
We LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE...
You I love and you I love and you I love and you I love
And you I love and you I love and you I love!
I love you!
Company! Company!
Company!
Lots of
Company!
Years of
Company!
Love is
Company!
Company!
Company!
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubbi...
Robby...
Robert darling...
Bobby, we've been trying to call you.
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubbi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you.
Bob...
Robbo...
Bobby love...
Bobby honey...
Bobby, we've been trying to reach you all day.
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby Baby...
Angel...
Darling...
The kids were asking--
Bobby...
Bobby...
Robert...
Robby...
Bob-o...
Bobby, there was something we wanted to say.
Bobby...
Bobby bubbi...
Sweetheart...
Sugar...
Your line was busy.
What have you been up to, kiddo?
Bobby...
Fella...
Bobby...
Sweetie...
How have you been?
Stop by on your way home.
Seems like weeks since we talked to you!
Bobby, we've been thinking of you!
Drop by anytime.
Bobby, there's a concert on Tuesday.
Hank and Mary get into town tomorrow.
How about some scrabble on Sunday?
Why don't we all go to the beach next weekend?
Bob, we're having people in Saturday night.
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby, baby...
Whatcha doin' Thursday?
Bobby...
Angel...
Bobby bubbi...
Time we got together, is Wednesday all right?
Bobby...
Robbo...
Bobby honey...
Eight o'clock on Monday.
Robby darling...
Bobby, fella...
Bobby baby...
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
We'll be so glad to see you!
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
Just be the three of us,
Only the three of us--
We looooooooooooooooove you!
Phone rings,
Door chimes,
In comes
Company!
No strings,
Good times,
Room hums,
Company!
Late nights,
Quick bites,
Party games,
Deep talks,
Long walks,
Telephone calls.
Thoughts shared,
Souls bared,
Private names,
All those
Photos
Up on the walls--
"With love."
"With love" filling the days,
"With love" seventy ways,
"To Bobby with love"
From all those good and crazy people, my friends!
Those good and crazy people, my married friends!
And that's what it's all about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about,
Really about!
Bobby...
Bobby...
Bobby baby...
Bobby bubbi...
Robby...
Robert darling...
Bobby...
Bobby...
Angel, will you do me a favor? ROBERT:
Bobby baby... Name it, Sarah...
Bobby bubbi...
Listen, pal, I'd like your opinion...
Bob... Try me, Peter...
Robbo...
Bobby love...
Bobby honey...
Bobby, there's a problem,
I need your advice...
Bobby... Amy, can I call you back tomorrow?
Bobby...
Bobby Baby...
Angel...
Darling...
Just half an hour...
Honey, if you'd visit the
kids once or twice...
Bobby... Jenny, I could take them
Bobby... to the zoo on Friday...
Bobby bubbi...
Sweetheart...
Sugar...
What's happend to you?
Bobby...
Fella...
Kiddo...
Where have you been?
Bobby, how have you been?
Stop by on your way home...
Bobby, dear, I don't mean to pry... Susan, love, I'll make it after
Bobby, we've been thinking of you... seven if I can...
Drop by anytime... Sorry, Paul, I made a date with
Larry and Joanne...
Bobby, dear, it's none of our business...
Lookit, pal, I have to work Thursday evening...
Darling, you've been looking peculiar.
Bobby boy, you know how I hate the opera...
Funny thing, your name came up only last night...
Harry...David...Kathy...I...
I shouldn't say this, but...
April...Marta...Listen, people!...
Bobby, we've been worried, you sure you're all right?
Bobby...Bobby...Bobby baby...
Did I do something wrong?
Bobby bubi, bobby fella, Bobby, Bobby...
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
We'll be so glad to see you!
Bobby, come on over for dinner!
Just be the three of us,
Only the three of us--
We LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE you!
Phone rings,
Door chimes,
In comes
Company!
No strings,
Good times,
Just chums,
Company!
Late nights,
Quick bites,
Party games,
Deep talks,
Long walks,
Telephone calls.
Thoughts shared,
Souls bared,
Private names,
All those
Photos
Up on the walls--
"With love."
"With love" filling the days,
"With love" seventy ways,
"To Bobby with love"
From all those good and crazy people, your friends!
Those good and crazy people, your married friends!
And that's what it's all about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about, isn't it?
That's what it's really about,
Really about!
Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?
We LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE...
You I love and you I love and you I love and you I love
And you I love and you I love and you I love!
I love you!
Company! Company!
Company!
Lots of
Company!
Years of
Company!
Love is
Company!
Company!
Company!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Anyone Can Whistle
Anyone can whistle, that's what they say-easy.
Anyone can whistle, any old day-easy.
It's all so simple.
Relax, let go, let fly.
So someone tell me, why can't I?
I can dance a tango, I can read Greek-easy.
I can slay a dragon, any old week-easy.
What's hard is simple.
What's natural come hard.
Maybe you could show me how to let go,
Lower my guard,
Learn to be free.
Maybe if you whistle,
Whistle for me
Anyone can whistle, any old day-easy.
It's all so simple.
Relax, let go, let fly.
So someone tell me, why can't I?
I can dance a tango, I can read Greek-easy.
I can slay a dragon, any old week-easy.
What's hard is simple.
What's natural come hard.
Maybe you could show me how to let go,
Lower my guard,
Learn to be free.
Maybe if you whistle,
Whistle for me
Writer: STEPHEN SONDHEIM
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Sondheim on Sondheim is a musical revue consisting of music and lyrics written by Stephen Sondheim for his many shows. It is conceived and directed by James Lapine. The revue had a limited run on Broadway in 2010.
The revue is based on a show titled Moving On devised by David Kernan, and produced in 2000 (Kernan also conceived Side By Side By Sondheim). Moving On ran at the Bridewell Theatre, London, for 32 performances from July 19 to August 19, 2000.
The show featured some narration recorded by Sondheim; a CD of the show was released but did not include the Sondheim narrations. In 2001, Moving On premiered in the U.S. at The Laguna Playhouse in California. David Kernan repeated his roles as conceiver and director. Three Sondheim vets, Teri Ralston (Company), Ann Morrison (Merrily We Roll Along) and David Engel (Putting It Together), led the revue with Christopher Carothers and Tami Tappan also in the cast.
Under a new title, Opening Doors, the show had several performances in New York at Carnegie Hall's Zankel Hall in September and October 2004.
Lapine conceived a version of the revue in 2008, titled Sondheim: a Musical Revue, to help celebrate the 40th anniversary of Alliance Theatre company in Atlanta, Georgia. This was structured as a multimedia revue, incorporating "original and archival commentary" from Sondheim.
The revue was promoted as taking audience members "to the very heart of Sondheim's life and work." The production was canceled when producers failed to raise sufficient funding to cover expensive and "extensive technical requirements for film and multi-media projection" during a major recession.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Musical The revue is based on a show titled Moving On devised by David Kernan, and produced in 2000 (Kernan also conceived Side By Side By Sondheim). Moving On ran at the Bridewell Theatre, London, for 32 performances from July 19 to August 19, 2000.
The show featured some narration recorded by Sondheim; a CD of the show was released but did not include the Sondheim narrations. In 2001, Moving On premiered in the U.S. at The Laguna Playhouse in California. David Kernan repeated his roles as conceiver and director. Three Sondheim vets, Teri Ralston (Company), Ann Morrison (Merrily We Roll Along) and David Engel (Putting It Together), led the revue with Christopher Carothers and Tami Tappan also in the cast.
Under a new title, Opening Doors, the show had several performances in New York at Carnegie Hall's Zankel Hall in September and October 2004.
Lapine conceived a version of the revue in 2008, titled Sondheim: a Musical Revue, to help celebrate the 40th anniversary of Alliance Theatre company in Atlanta, Georgia. This was structured as a multimedia revue, incorporating "original and archival commentary" from Sondheim.
The revue was promoted as taking audience members "to the very heart of Sondheim's life and work." The production was canceled when producers failed to raise sufficient funding to cover expensive and "extensive technical requirements for film and multi-media projection" during a major recession.
-Wikipedia
Year: 2010