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Notes / Twisted Every Way
Original London Cast & Michael Reed
Ludicrous have you seen the score? Simply ludicrous, it's the final straw This is lunacy! Well you know my views Utter lunacy! But we daren't refuse Not another chandelier Look, my friend, what we have here Dear Andre re my orchestrations We need another first first basoon. Get a player with tone and that third trombone Has to go The man could not be deafer so please preferably on who plays in tune! Dear Firmin vis a via my opera Some members must be sacked If you could find out which has a sense of pitch Wisely though I've managed to assign a rather minor role to those who cannot act! Outrage What is it now? This whole affair is an outrage! Now what's the matter? Have you seen the size of my part? Signora, listen It's an insult Not you as well! Just look at this it's an insult please understand The things I have to do for my art! If you can call this gibberish art. Ah! Here's our little flower Ah Miss Daae quite the lady of the hour! You have secured the largest role in this 'Don Juan' Christine Daae? She doesn't have the voice Signora, please! Then I take it you agree She's behind this It appears we have no choice She's the one behind this! Christine Daae! How dare you! (I'm not a fool) You evil woman, how dare you! You think I'm blind? This isn't my fault I don't want any part in this plot! Miss Daae, surely But why not? What does she say? It's your decision but why not? She's backing out! You have a duty! I cannot sing it duty or not Christine Christine You don't have to They can't make you Please monsieur, another note (sigh) Fondest greetings to you all A few instructions just before rehearsal starts Our Don Juan must lose some weight It's not healthly in a man of Piangi's age And my managers must learn Their place is in an office not the arts As for Miss Christine Daae No doubt she'll do her best It's true her voice is good, she knows Though should she wish to excel She has much yet to learn If pride will let her return to me Her teacher, her teacher Your obedient friend and Angel. We have been blind And yet the answer is staring us in the face This could be the chance to ensare our clever friend We're listening go on We shall play his game Preform his work but remember we hold the ace For if Miss Daae sings, He is certain to attend We make certain the doors are barred We make certain our men are there We make certain they're armed The curtain falls, His reign will end! Madness! Not if it works! This is madness! The tide will turn Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Monsieur, believe me. There is no way of turning the tide You stick to ballet! Then help us! Monsiuer I can't Instead of warning us, help us! I wish I could Don't make excuses Or could be that you're on his side? Monsieur, believe me I intend no ill But Monsieur be careful we have seen him kill! We say he'll fall and fall he will! She's the one behind this Christine Daae This is all a ploy to help Christine! Angel of music, fear my fury (fear his fury) What glory can you hope to gain? It's clear to all this girl is insane! Christine sings, we'll get our man Say your prayers black angel of death If you don't stop, I'll go mad! Raoul, I'm frightened don't make me do this Raoul is scares me don't put me through this ordeal by fire He'll take me I know we'll be parted forever he wont let me go What I once dreamed I now dread If he finds me, it won't ever end And he'll always be there singing songs in my head He'll always be there singing songs in my head She's mad... You said yourself he was nothing but a man Yet while he lives He will haunt us til we're dead Twisted every way What answer can give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought He murders all that's good I know I can't refuse and yet I wish I could Oh God, if I agree what horrors wait for me In this the Phantom's opera... Christine, Christine Don't think, that I don't care But every hope And every prayer Rests on you now
So it is to be war between us But this time, clever friend, the disaster Will be yours!
Don Juan, Signor Piangi here is the phrase 'Those who tangle with Don Juan' If you please Those who tangle with Don Juan No, no, nearly but no Those who tan tan tan Those who tangle with Don Juan His way is better at least he make it sound like music Signora, would you speak that way in the presence of the composer? The composer is not here! Are you certain of that, Signora? And if he were here, I will say to him- Once again! After seven Five, six, seven Those who tangle with Don Juan Ah piu non posso! What does it matter what notes he sings? No one will care! Those who tangle with Don Juan Those who tan- tan- is right? Not quite, Signor If you please! Those who tangle with Don Juan
Poor young maiden! The thrill on your tounge of stolen sweets You'll have to pay the bill Tangled in the winding sheets
In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice calls to me And speaks my name
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