STONE:
Just watch her dodge the truth like a runaway streetcar
This role she plays could win her a prize
Each gesture is correct
Well chosen for effect
And it would be wiser if i kept my eyes off her thighs
ALAURA:
This song and dance of his is most unconvincing
He has that hungry look in his eye
He needs the work and soon
Some cash'll change his tune
He'll hop to the task
I'll say jump and he'll
Ask me how high
STONE:
This job is not to be believed
And i do not believe a word
Between her double talk and all that's unsaid
I'd bet the farm that there'll be trouble ahead
I might be willingly deceived
'cause i can trust myself around her
Even less than i trust her
But even so i need the dough
BUDDY:
I buy a book and i get stuck with the author
You buy a rose you're stuck with a thorn
It's undeniable
The guy is pliable
And shakespeare and dickens were washed up before i was born
STINE:
This job is not to be believed
And i cannot believe my luck
I'm at the literary prime of my life
And i'm about to have the time of my life
Unless i'm easily deceived
Though buddy doesn't tend to sugarcoat his comments
He's all right
All bark, no bite
I've always longed for a chance to be watching
A book of my own on the screen
To look up and see stone on the screen
Would be better than fine
Sit with my wife in a crowd
As the credits are shown on the screen
In a frame all alone on the screen
It says "screenplay by stine"
For making movies out of books
They say that buddy wrote the book
I can depend on him to give me some lip
But you can trust a guy who shoots from the hip
Out here where nothing's how it looks
It's hard to disregard a candid stand-up guy
Who skips the double talk
And lets you know exactly what he's thinking about you
And i can beat the odds
And meet his demands
Though i'm a stranger in
This strangest of lands.
This mad adventure i've begun
Is unlike anything i know
It's gonna be a lotta work
And lots of fun
And pots of dough
City of Angels Musical Soundtrack Album Lyrics
City of Angels Musical Soundtrack Lyrics
- City of Angels Musical Cast - Double Talk
- City of Angels Musical Cast - What You Don't Know About Women
- City of Angels Musical Cast - You Gotta Look Out For Yourself
- City of Angels Musical Cast - The Buddy System
- City of Angels Musical Cast - With Every Breath I Take
- City of Angels Musical Cast - The Tennis Song
- City of Angels Musical Cast - Ev'rybody's Gotta Be Somewhere
- City of Angels Musical Cast - Lost And Found
- City of Angels Musical Cast - All You Have To Do Is Wait
- City of Angels Musical Cast - You're Nothing Without Me
- City of Angels Musical Cast - Stay With Me
- City of Angels Musical Cast - You Can Always Count On Me
- City of Angels Musical Cast - Alaura's Theme
- City of Angels Musical Cast - It Needs Work
- City of Angels Musical Cast - L.A. Blues
- City of Angels Musical Cast - With Every Breath I Take-Duet
- City of Angels Musical Cast - Funny
- City of Angels Musical Cast - I'm Nothing Without You
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What You Don't Know About Women
by City of Angels Musical Cast
GABBY:
What you don't know about women
OOLIE:
(What you don't know about women)
BOTH:
Could fill a shelf of books
GABBY:
You are the type of man who looks
For understanding lovers
OOLIE:
But never understands the girl
Who lies beneath the covers
BOTH:
You only have to open up your mouth to show
GABBY:
What you don't know
OOLIE:
(And you don't know)
BOTH:
About women
A woman needs to be assured
That she remains alluring
To now and then be reassured
Your passion is enduring
GABBY:
It's not enough to know your line
To polish and routine it
OOLIE:
(And heaven knows i know your line
The whole routine, i've seen it)
BOTH:
Ya gotta mean it
GABBY:
What you don't know about women
OOLIE:
(What you don't know about women)
BOTH:
Is what we need to hear
GABBY:
You think if you can sound sincere
Then we'll come running to you
OOLIE:
Throw in some truth for atmosphere
But we can see right through you
BOTH:
And ev'ry hollow compliment and phrase defines
GABBY:
And underlines
BOTH:
What you don't know about women
You think what i don't know will not hurt me
But you don't know how often you do
How long ago did good sense desert me
I don't know why i still burn for you
GABBY:
You're immature and shortsighted
OOLIE:
You're an incurable player
GABBY:
You show a lack of discretion
OOLIE:
You don't know jack about heartache
GABBY:
You're out of sync with your feelings
OOLIE:
You only wink at commitment
GABBY:
You're running low on emotion
BOTH:
What you don't know about women's
Only a drop in the ocean
Next to what you don't know about me
You are in need of
A little enlight'ning
On ladies and love
But you can't see
What you don't know about women
Is fright'ning
And you don't know nothin' about me
What you don't know about women
OOLIE:
(What you don't know about women)
BOTH:
Could fill a shelf of books
GABBY:
You are the type of man who looks
For understanding lovers
OOLIE:
But never understands the girl
Who lies beneath the covers
BOTH:
You only have to open up your mouth to show
GABBY:
What you don't know
OOLIE:
(And you don't know)
BOTH:
About women
A woman needs to be assured
That she remains alluring
To now and then be reassured
Your passion is enduring
GABBY:
It's not enough to know your line
To polish and routine it
OOLIE:
(And heaven knows i know your line
The whole routine, i've seen it)
BOTH:
Ya gotta mean it
GABBY:
What you don't know about women
OOLIE:
(What you don't know about women)
BOTH:
Is what we need to hear
GABBY:
You think if you can sound sincere
Then we'll come running to you
OOLIE:
Throw in some truth for atmosphere
But we can see right through you
BOTH:
And ev'ry hollow compliment and phrase defines
GABBY:
And underlines
BOTH:
What you don't know about women
You think what i don't know will not hurt me
But you don't know how often you do
How long ago did good sense desert me
I don't know why i still burn for you
GABBY:
You're immature and shortsighted
OOLIE:
You're an incurable player
GABBY:
You show a lack of discretion
OOLIE:
You don't know jack about heartache
GABBY:
You're out of sync with your feelings
OOLIE:
You only wink at commitment
GABBY:
You're running low on emotion
BOTH:
What you don't know about women's
Only a drop in the ocean
Next to what you don't know about me
You are in need of
A little enlight'ning
On ladies and love
But you can't see
What you don't know about women
Is fright'ning
And you don't know nothin' about me
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You Gotta Look Out For Yourself
by City of Angels Musical Cast
JIMMY & ANGEL CITY FOUR:
Ya gotta look out for yourself
If you're hoping to be first
Then ya better think "me first"
Or you're gonna finish last
Ya gotta look out for yourself
If you follow this format
You'll be nobody's doormat
It's a rule that's hard and fast
This world ain't pure
On this you can depend
You best be sure
That you're your own best friend
Ya gotta look out for yourself
If you're planning to do good
Then be sure it does you good
You don't wanna be too good
Ya gotta look out for yourself
Ya know the score when you adore yourself
When you're in danger you can count on me to shout
Look our for yourself.
Ya gotta look out for yourself
If you're hoping to be first
Then ya better think "me first"
Or you're gonna finish last
Ya gotta look out for yourself
If you follow this format
You'll be nobody's doormat
It's a rule that's hard and fast
This world ain't pure
On this you can depend
You best be sure
That you're your own best friend
Ya gotta look out for yourself
If you're planning to do good
Then be sure it does you good
You don't wanna be too good
Ya gotta look out for yourself
Ya know the score when you adore yourself
When you're in danger you can count on me to shout
Look our for yourself.
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The Buddy System
by City of Angels Musical Cast
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With Every Breath I Take
by City of Angels Musical Cast
BOBBI:
There's not a morning that i open up my eyes
And find i didn't dream of you
Without a warning, though it's never a surprise
Soon as i awake
Thoughts of you arise
With ev'ry breath i take
At any time
Or place
I close my eyes and see your face
And i'm embracing you
If only i believed that dreams come true
Darling,
You were the one who said forever from the start
And i've been drifting since you've gone
Out on a lonely sea that only you can chart
I've been going on
Knowing that my heart will break
With ev'ry breath i take
You were the one who said forever from the start
And i've been drifting since you've gone
Out on a lonely sea that only you can chart
I've been going on
Knowing that my heart will break
With ev'ry breath i take
There's not a morning that i open up my eyes
And find i didn't dream of you
Without a warning, though it's never a surprise
Soon as i awake
Thoughts of you arise
With ev'ry breath i take
At any time
Or place
I close my eyes and see your face
And i'm embracing you
If only i believed that dreams come true
Darling,
You were the one who said forever from the start
And i've been drifting since you've gone
Out on a lonely sea that only you can chart
I've been going on
Knowing that my heart will break
With ev'ry breath i take
You were the one who said forever from the start
And i've been drifting since you've gone
Out on a lonely sea that only you can chart
I've been going on
Knowing that my heart will break
With ev'ry breath i take
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The Tennis Song
by City of Angels Musical Cast
STONE:
You seem at home on the court
ALAURA:
Let's say that i've played around
STONE:
Well you don't look like the sort
ALAURA:
My hidden talents abound
A competitor hasn't been found to defeat me
STONE:
I'll bet you're a real good sport
ALAURA:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
STONE:
I'll bet you like to play rough
ALAURA:
I like to work up a sweat
STONE:
And you just can't get enough
ALAURA:
I'm good for more than one set
But i promise i'll show no regret
If you beat me
STONE:
My backhand is clearly my forte
BOTH:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
ALAURA:
No one ever plays with me
STONE:
I thought your next of kin did
ALAURA:
My husband never plays with me
He's too easily winded.
STONE:
You leave me breathless too
ALAURA:
Wait till our match is through
STONE:
I may lack form and finesse
But i warm up in a jiff
ALAURA:
It's not exciting unless
The competition is stiff
STONE:
I think i understand your racket
I'm not in your league
ALAURA:
But you can hack it
STONE:
This game commences with love
ALAURA:
Well i think love is a bore
STONE:
Let's give the tempo a shove
ALAURA:
And raise the stakes a bit more
BOTH:
One thing i'm positive of
It's time for someone to score
STONE:
Tell me how you like to play
ALAURA:
On grass or clay
And ev'ry day
STONE:
They're both o.k.
ALAURA:
But time is running short
Darling, let's don't dilly dally
STONE:
Ready for a rousing rally
BOTH:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
ALAURA:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
You seem at home on the court
ALAURA:
Let's say that i've played around
STONE:
Well you don't look like the sort
ALAURA:
My hidden talents abound
A competitor hasn't been found to defeat me
STONE:
I'll bet you're a real good sport
ALAURA:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
STONE:
I'll bet you like to play rough
ALAURA:
I like to work up a sweat
STONE:
And you just can't get enough
ALAURA:
I'm good for more than one set
But i promise i'll show no regret
If you beat me
STONE:
My backhand is clearly my forte
BOTH:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
ALAURA:
No one ever plays with me
STONE:
I thought your next of kin did
ALAURA:
My husband never plays with me
He's too easily winded.
STONE:
You leave me breathless too
ALAURA:
Wait till our match is through
STONE:
I may lack form and finesse
But i warm up in a jiff
ALAURA:
It's not exciting unless
The competition is stiff
STONE:
I think i understand your racket
I'm not in your league
ALAURA:
But you can hack it
STONE:
This game commences with love
ALAURA:
Well i think love is a bore
STONE:
Let's give the tempo a shove
ALAURA:
And raise the stakes a bit more
BOTH:
One thing i'm positive of
It's time for someone to score
STONE:
Tell me how you like to play
ALAURA:
On grass or clay
And ev'ry day
STONE:
They're both o.k.
ALAURA:
But time is running short
Darling, let's don't dilly dally
STONE:
Ready for a rousing rally
BOTH:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
ALAURA:
Shall we say the ball is in your court
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Ev'rybody's Gotta Be Somewhere
by City of Angels Musical Cast
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Lost And Found
by City of Angels Musical Cast
MALLORY:
Mr. detective, you've been looking too hard
You should've started looking in your own back yard.
(STONE covers her with the sheet and turns on the lights)
Lost and found
Lost and found
You've earned your salary
Searching for mallory
Wanna play lost and found
Well, then, here i am
On the lam
You've been assigned to find out where i've been
And now you've found me in your bed
And though my daddy said to turn me in
Why don't i turn you on instead
Teasing lips
Pleasing thighs
Easy on
Private eyes
If you're not celibate
We could raise hell a bit
Why don't you call my bluff
Don't resist
You won't know what you've missed
You'll never tame me
But you can claim me
At the lost and found
Mr. detective, you've been looking too hard
You should've started looking in your own back yard.
(STONE covers her with the sheet and turns on the lights)
Lost and found
Lost and found
You've earned your salary
Searching for mallory
Wanna play lost and found
Well, then, here i am
On the lam
You've been assigned to find out where i've been
And now you've found me in your bed
And though my daddy said to turn me in
Why don't i turn you on instead
Teasing lips
Pleasing thighs
Easy on
Private eyes
If you're not celibate
We could raise hell a bit
Why don't you call my bluff
Don't resist
You won't know what you've missed
You'll never tame me
But you can claim me
At the lost and found
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All You Have To Do Is Wait
by City of Angels Musical Cast
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You're Nothing Without Me
by City of Angels Musical Cast
STINE:
You are some gumshoe
You just don't think well
Get this, dumb gumshoe,
You come from my inkwell
Is your mouth lonely
With one foot in there
Stone, your brain only
Holds thoughts i put in there
Just what you are i'll spell out
You are a novel pain
One speck of lint that fell out
The last time that i picked my brain
STONE:
You are so jealous
Of my track record
Tolstoy, do tell us
Your feeble hack record
Your weak knees brand you
Soft and unstable
One small threat and you
Fold like a card table
You drool at my adventures
Your broads in bed are bored
Go home and soak your dentures
Your pen is no match for my sword
BOTH:
You're nothing without me
A no-one who'd go undefined
You wouldn't exist
You'd never be missed
STINE:
I tell you you're out of my mind
BOTH:
A show off, a blowhard
You're equal parts hot air and gall
And no one would doubt me
Without me you're nothing at all
STINE:
You're in my plot
I'm still your creator
I call each shot
I'm your private dic-tator
STONE:
You are so thick, you
Eat, breathe, sleep fiction
I'm your meal ticket
Knee-deep in cheap fiction
STINE:
You gloating ignoramus
You haven't any shame
STONE:
Hey, i'm a famous shamus
And most people don't know your name
BOTH:
You're nothing without me
Without me you'd just disappear
Right into thin air
And no one would care
Or notice you were there
A puppet, an upstart
A loser who's destined to fall
I'm everything you always wanted to be
Let's deal with the issue:
You wish you were me
You're nothing without me
Without me you're nothing ...
(To prove his dominance over STONE, STINE resumes typing,
Reactivating MUNOZ, who steps back into the light)
MUNOZ:
(Spoken, to STONE)
Let's go!
STONE:
Manny, wait!
MUNOZ:
I said, keep my name out of your mouth!
(MUNOZ punches STONE hard, in the stomach, sending STONE to his knees.
STONE stares at STINE, a character betrayed)
STONE:
You bastard!
(STINE, ignoring him, types four letters)
STINE:
"Fade..."
(Types three more letters)
"Out."
(And the LIGHTS do just that, on MUNOZ and STONE. Then:)
STINE:
(Sings, triumphantly)
You're nothing without me
Without me you're nothing at all
You are some gumshoe
You just don't think well
Get this, dumb gumshoe,
You come from my inkwell
Is your mouth lonely
With one foot in there
Stone, your brain only
Holds thoughts i put in there
Just what you are i'll spell out
You are a novel pain
One speck of lint that fell out
The last time that i picked my brain
STONE:
You are so jealous
Of my track record
Tolstoy, do tell us
Your feeble hack record
Your weak knees brand you
Soft and unstable
One small threat and you
Fold like a card table
You drool at my adventures
Your broads in bed are bored
Go home and soak your dentures
Your pen is no match for my sword
BOTH:
You're nothing without me
A no-one who'd go undefined
You wouldn't exist
You'd never be missed
STINE:
I tell you you're out of my mind
BOTH:
A show off, a blowhard
You're equal parts hot air and gall
And no one would doubt me
Without me you're nothing at all
STINE:
You're in my plot
I'm still your creator
I call each shot
I'm your private dic-tator
STONE:
You are so thick, you
Eat, breathe, sleep fiction
I'm your meal ticket
Knee-deep in cheap fiction
STINE:
You gloating ignoramus
You haven't any shame
STONE:
Hey, i'm a famous shamus
And most people don't know your name
BOTH:
You're nothing without me
Without me you'd just disappear
Right into thin air
And no one would care
Or notice you were there
A puppet, an upstart
A loser who's destined to fall
I'm everything you always wanted to be
Let's deal with the issue:
You wish you were me
You're nothing without me
Without me you're nothing ...
(To prove his dominance over STONE, STINE resumes typing,
Reactivating MUNOZ, who steps back into the light)
MUNOZ:
(Spoken, to STONE)
Let's go!
STONE:
Manny, wait!
MUNOZ:
I said, keep my name out of your mouth!
(MUNOZ punches STONE hard, in the stomach, sending STONE to his knees.
STONE stares at STINE, a character betrayed)
STONE:
You bastard!
(STINE, ignoring him, types four letters)
STINE:
"Fade..."
(Types three more letters)
"Out."
(And the LIGHTS do just that, on MUNOZ and STONE. Then:)
STINE:
(Sings, triumphantly)
You're nothing without me
Without me you're nothing at all
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Stay With Me
by City of Angels Musical Cast
JIMMY & ANGEL CITY FOUR:
I'm in a sentimental way
So stay with me
I'll ask the orchestra to play
Your fav'rite song
Thoughts that we would blush to say
Come easily in song
So why the rush to say so long
There's no one calling you away
So stay with me
What say we while away the day
And pay the price
For just this once
Let's not think twice
The stolen moments that we spend
Never have to end
Save them in your heart
I'm sure that they will comfort me
Even after we must part
I'm in a sentimental way
So stay with me
I'll ask the orchestra to play
Your fav'rite song
Thoughts that we would blush to say
Come easily in song
So why the rush to say so long
There's no one calling you away
So stay with me
What say we while away the day
And pay the price
For just this once
Let's not think twice
The stolen moments that we spend
Never have to end
Save them in your heart
I'm sure that they will comfort me
Even after we must part
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You Can Always Count On Me
by City of Angels Musical Cast
OOLIE:
I come from a long line of good girls
Who choose the wrong guy to be sweet on
The girl with a face that says welcome
That men can wipe their feet on
I'm there when he calls me
The trusted girl friday alright
But what good does it do me
Alone on a saturday night
If you need a gal
To go without sal'ry and work too hard
You can always count on me
The kind of a pal
Who'd sneak you a file past the prison guard
Loyal to the "nth" degree
The boss is quite the ladies man
And that's my biggest gripe
Till i showed up he's never hired a girl cause she could type
I'm no femme fatale
But faithful and true as a saint bernard
Barkin' up the wrong damn tree
You can always count on me
(dialouge)
Donna:
I don't need a map
I nat'rally head for the dead end street
You can always count on me
I'm caught in a trap
When joy is approaching then i retreat
I'm at home with misery
I've been "the other woman" since my puberty began
I crashed the junior prom
And met the only married man
I'm always on tap
For romance or choc'late that's bitter sweet
You can always count on me
I go for the riff raff
Who's treating me so so
When i can play the second fiddle
I'm a virtuoso
I should be playing for a wedding band
But there're no wedding rings attached
Though you can bet there're strings attached
A matter of fact,
If you want an ill-fated love affair
You can always count on me
Though i've made a pact
To carry out research before i care
Men don't give a warranty
One joe who swore he's single
Got me sorta crocked, the beast
I woke up only slightly shocked that i'd defrocked a priest
Or else i attract
The guys who are longing to do my hair
You can always count on me
Though my kind of dame
No doubt will die out like the dinosaurs
You can always count on me
I'm solely to blame
My head gives advice that my heart ignores
I'm my only enemy
I choose the kind who cannot introduce the girl he's with
There're lots of smirking motel clerks who call me,
"mrs. smith"
But i've made a name
With hotel detectives who break down doors
Guess who they expect to see
You can always count on
Bet a large amount on
You can always count on me
I come from a long line of good girls
Who choose the wrong guy to be sweet on
The girl with a face that says welcome
That men can wipe their feet on
I'm there when he calls me
The trusted girl friday alright
But what good does it do me
Alone on a saturday night
If you need a gal
To go without sal'ry and work too hard
You can always count on me
The kind of a pal
Who'd sneak you a file past the prison guard
Loyal to the "nth" degree
The boss is quite the ladies man
And that's my biggest gripe
Till i showed up he's never hired a girl cause she could type
I'm no femme fatale
But faithful and true as a saint bernard
Barkin' up the wrong damn tree
You can always count on me
(dialouge)
Donna:
I don't need a map
I nat'rally head for the dead end street
You can always count on me
I'm caught in a trap
When joy is approaching then i retreat
I'm at home with misery
I've been "the other woman" since my puberty began
I crashed the junior prom
And met the only married man
I'm always on tap
For romance or choc'late that's bitter sweet
You can always count on me
I go for the riff raff
Who's treating me so so
When i can play the second fiddle
I'm a virtuoso
I should be playing for a wedding band
But there're no wedding rings attached
Though you can bet there're strings attached
A matter of fact,
If you want an ill-fated love affair
You can always count on me
Though i've made a pact
To carry out research before i care
Men don't give a warranty
One joe who swore he's single
Got me sorta crocked, the beast
I woke up only slightly shocked that i'd defrocked a priest
Or else i attract
The guys who are longing to do my hair
You can always count on me
Though my kind of dame
No doubt will die out like the dinosaurs
You can always count on me
I'm solely to blame
My head gives advice that my heart ignores
I'm my only enemy
I choose the kind who cannot introduce the girl he's with
There're lots of smirking motel clerks who call me,
"mrs. smith"
But i've made a name
With hotel detectives who break down doors
Guess who they expect to see
You can always count on
Bet a large amount on
You can always count on me
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Alaura's Theme
by City of Angels Musical Cast
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It Needs Work
by City of Angels Musical Cast
GABBY:
No lack of alibis
Your knack for the spectacular is still intact
I like the tone of it
It rings sincere and pretty near succeeds
It's just the narrative
Is like a sieve and cloudy as a cataract
There's not a trace of honesty so face the fact
It needs ... work
You dodge emotion, dear
Your logic's unconvincing as it strains to please
Unlike the books you write
This plot is quite contrived the way it reads
It's far too obvious
And filled with flaws and gross implausibilities
Excepting for the part about the broken keys
It needs work
Your fiction always had
A little grit in it
A little heart in it
A little wit in it
It used to be so clear
That there was art in it
If you had written it
So must you go and spit in it
And come to think of it
Your writing always mirrors our relationship
With dangers cropping up
And sweet young strangers popping up like weeds
So if you wish official pardoning
You better do a little gardening
Ya know ya needn't be so gen'rous with your seeds
Your fertile lies don't fertilize
It needs work
We used to sit in bed and read each draft out loud
We'd play each part and talk the story through
Remember all we said and how we laughed out loud
Now take a closer look at you
I oughta throw the book at you
You had to ruin it
This plot has got a lot of deja vu in it
Familiarity
And in this case we both know what that breeds
But call me anytime you seem yourself
When you've decided to redeem yourself
When you discover where this self deception leads
I'd rather see you shoot yourself
Than watch you prostitute yourself
Your new routine is too routine
It needs work
No lack of alibis
Your knack for the spectacular is still intact
I like the tone of it
It rings sincere and pretty near succeeds
It's just the narrative
Is like a sieve and cloudy as a cataract
There's not a trace of honesty so face the fact
It needs ... work
You dodge emotion, dear
Your logic's unconvincing as it strains to please
Unlike the books you write
This plot is quite contrived the way it reads
It's far too obvious
And filled with flaws and gross implausibilities
Excepting for the part about the broken keys
It needs work
Your fiction always had
A little grit in it
A little heart in it
A little wit in it
It used to be so clear
That there was art in it
If you had written it
So must you go and spit in it
And come to think of it
Your writing always mirrors our relationship
With dangers cropping up
And sweet young strangers popping up like weeds
So if you wish official pardoning
You better do a little gardening
Ya know ya needn't be so gen'rous with your seeds
Your fertile lies don't fertilize
It needs work
We used to sit in bed and read each draft out loud
We'd play each part and talk the story through
Remember all we said and how we laughed out loud
Now take a closer look at you
I oughta throw the book at you
You had to ruin it
This plot has got a lot of deja vu in it
Familiarity
And in this case we both know what that breeds
But call me anytime you seem yourself
When you've decided to redeem yourself
When you discover where this self deception leads
I'd rather see you shoot yourself
Than watch you prostitute yourself
Your new routine is too routine
It needs work
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L.A. Blues
by City of Angels Musical Cast
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With Every Breath I Take-Duet
by City of Angels Musical Cast
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Funny
by City of Angels Musical Cast
STINE:
Funny,
How'd i fail to see this little bed time tale was funny?
I could cry to think of all the irony i've missed!
What an unusual twist
Right at the end of it
Funny,
Who could see that this pathetic scene would be
So funny
Once you strain to find the grain of humor
Underneath
Life double crosses with style
Forcing you into a smile
So it can kick you in the teeth
Just desserts
We can all laugh till it hurts
At my expense
I'm accustomed to working on "spec"
I always pick up the check
I think it's funny
Who could top or make this comic op'ra more
Compelling
You could weave in some deceit to even up the
Score
You'd have us all on the floor
That would be roaringly funny
Sad enough my life's a joke that suffers in the telling
Just another hoary chestnut from the bottom drawer
I've heard so often before
That i can't laugh anymore
Funny,
How'd i fail to see this little bed time tale was funny?
I could cry to think of all the irony i've missed!
What an unusual twist
Right at the end of it
Funny,
Who could see that this pathetic scene would be
So funny
Once you strain to find the grain of humor
Underneath
Life double crosses with style
Forcing you into a smile
So it can kick you in the teeth
Just desserts
We can all laugh till it hurts
At my expense
I'm accustomed to working on "spec"
I always pick up the check
I think it's funny
Who could top or make this comic op'ra more
Compelling
You could weave in some deceit to even up the
Score
You'd have us all on the floor
That would be roaringly funny
Sad enough my life's a joke that suffers in the telling
Just another hoary chestnut from the bottom drawer
I've heard so often before
That i can't laugh anymore
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I'm Nothing Without You
by City of Angels Musical Cast
STINE & STONE:
I'm nothing without you
Without you I lack what it takes
Unless we're combined
I have half a mind
To blow all my chances and breaks
(STINE hands STONE the gun; STONE hands STINE a pencil)
Without you I'm bupkis
A flop who keeps dropping the ball
It's time to stop quaking
Start taking the lead
And you are the singular buddy I need
I'm nothing without you
Without you I'm nothing...
(STONE gestures "Wait!," X's to the desk, sits at the typewriter)
STONE:
(Spoken, to STINE)
Let's give this a Hollywood ending!
(HE strikes a few keys on the typewriter
And the giant doors at the back of the sound stage open to admit GABBY,
Who joins them, to the delight of the COMPANY, now unfrozen)
STINE, STONE & GABBY:
(Sing)
I'm nothing without you
STONE:
No hero
STINE:
A zero
STINE & STONE:
That's me
GABBY:
With you by my side
STONE:
There's no better guide
ALL THREE:
On how to be all I can be
I'm nowhere without you
To doubt you is where I went wrong
The script calls for fusing and using our smarts
(As STINE, STONE and GABBY get on the crane platform:)
And greatness can come from the sum of our parts
(The ENTIRE COMPANY joins in)
ALL:
From now on I'm with you
And with you is where I belong
I'm nothing without you
Without you I lack what it takes
Unless we're combined
I have half a mind
To blow all my chances and breaks
(STINE hands STONE the gun; STONE hands STINE a pencil)
Without you I'm bupkis
A flop who keeps dropping the ball
It's time to stop quaking
Start taking the lead
And you are the singular buddy I need
I'm nothing without you
Without you I'm nothing...
(STONE gestures "Wait!," X's to the desk, sits at the typewriter)
STONE:
(Spoken, to STINE)
Let's give this a Hollywood ending!
(HE strikes a few keys on the typewriter
And the giant doors at the back of the sound stage open to admit GABBY,
Who joins them, to the delight of the COMPANY, now unfrozen)
STINE, STONE & GABBY:
(Sing)
I'm nothing without you
STONE:
No hero
STINE:
A zero
STINE & STONE:
That's me
GABBY:
With you by my side
STONE:
There's no better guide
ALL THREE:
On how to be all I can be
I'm nowhere without you
To doubt you is where I went wrong
The script calls for fusing and using our smarts
(As STINE, STONE and GABBY get on the crane platform:)
And greatness can come from the sum of our parts
(The ENTIRE COMPANY joins in)
ALL:
From now on I'm with you
And with you is where I belong
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City of Angels is a satirical musical comedy with music by Cy Coleman, lyrics by David Zippel, and a book by Larry Gelbart. The show takes a critical look at Hollywood through the eyes of Stine, a successful writer who is adapting his latest novel into a film.
The musical explores two parallel storylines: one following Stine's struggles to adapt his novel, and the other taking place within the world of the film he's creating. The musical also serves an ode to the classic film noir genre of the 1940s.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Musical The musical explores two parallel storylines: one following Stine's struggles to adapt his novel, and the other taking place within the world of the film he's creating. The musical also serves an ode to the classic film noir genre of the 1940s.
-Wikipedia
Released: December 11th, 1989
Year: 1989