Every Story

Can you feel the Love tonight

from the musical: The Lion King written by: Elton John, Tim Rice from original album: The Lion King, Broadway Cast, 1997

There's a calm surrender To the rush of day When the heat of the rolling world Can be turned away An enchanted moment And it sees me through It's enough for this restless warrior Just to be with you And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight How it's laid to rest? It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best There's a time for everyone If they only learn That the twisting kaleidoscope Moves us all in turn There's a rhyme and reason To the wild outdoors When the heart of this star-crossed voyager Beats in time with yours And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are It's enough for this wide-eyed wanderer That we got this far And can you feel the love tonight How it's laid to rest? It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best

The Boy from nowhere

from the musical: Matador written by: Mike Leander, Edward Seago

The nights grow cold My search for gold is leading nowhere Whichever lonely road I take it seems to go where It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow How can I display What I know I'm worthy of When they turn me away. The doors are closed to such as I A Boy from Nowhere But not to those who merely buy the right to go where There'll be men with respect not humiliation A man's place on earth I have come to realise is decided by birth. So what's the future? No matter where I go I will still belong In Andalusia Where we don't know where the next penny's coming from - Something's wrong I vow to Spain, I won't remain a Boy from Nowhere There has to be a place for me and I must go where I don't fantasise, like a million others Not a man alive Had to beg or steal or fight for the need to survive So what's the future? No matter where I go, I will still belong In Andalusia The good honest men grow weak and the rich grow strong Something's wrong Another dawn, another morn A Boy from Nowhere My destiny will guarantee that I must go where It's a fight to survive just until tomorrow One more mouth to feed And the way things are round here That's the last thing they need

Lift the Wings

from the musical: Riverdance written by: Bill Whelan from original album: Riverdance, 1997

How can the small flowers grow If the wild winds blow And the cold snow is all around Where will the frail birds fly If their homes on high Have been torn down to the ground Lift the Wings That carry me away from here and Fill the Sail That breaks the time to home But when I'm miles and miles apart from you I'm beside you when I think of you - a Stóirín a Grá How can a tree stand tall If the rain won't fall To wash its branches down How can a heart survive Can it stay alive If its love's denied for long Lift the Wings That carry me away from here and Fill the Sail That breaks the line to home But when I'm miles and miles apart from you I'm beside you when I think of you - a Stóirín Lift the Wings That carry me away from here and Fill the Sail That breaks the line to home But when I'm miles and miles apart from you I'm beside you when I think of you - a Stóirín And I'm with you when I think of you - a Stóirín And a song will bring you near to me - a Stóirín a Grá

Not while I'm Around

The Phantom of the Opera

from the musical: The Phantom of the Opera written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles Hart from original album: The Phantom of the Opera OLC, 1986

In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice that calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again For now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you Grows stronger yet And though you turn from me To glance behind The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your mind Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I undermask you when It´s me they hear My spirit and my voice In one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my/your mind Beware the Phantom of the opera Beware the Phantom of the opera In all your phantasies You always knew That man a mystery Were both in you And in this labyrinth Where night is blind The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my/your mind Sing for me, angel He´s here The Phantom of the Opera Sing for me,angel Oh yes Sing Sing for me Yes

Music of the Night

from the musical: The Phantom of the Opera written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles Hart from original album: The Phantom of the Opera OLC, 1986

Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defences Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendour Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender Turn your face away from the garish light of day Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light And listen to the music of the night Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar And you'll live as you've never lived before Softly, deftly, music will caress you Feel it, hear it, secretly possess you Open up your mind let your fantasies unwind In this darkness which you know you cannot fight The darkness of the music of the night Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before Let your soul take you where you long to be Only then can you belong to me Floating, falling, sweet intoxication Touch me, trust me savour each sensation Let the dream begin let your darker side give in To the power of the music that I write The power of the music of the night You alone can make my song take flight Help me make the music of the night

The Winner takes it all

from the musical: Mamma Mia! written by: Benny Andersson, Björn Ulvaeus from original album: Mamma Mia, 1999

I don't wanna talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too There's nothing more to say No more ace to play The winner takes it all The loser standing small Beside the victory That's her destiny I was in your arms Thinking I belonged there I figured it made sense Building me a fence Building me a home Thinking I'd be strong there But I was a fool Playing by the rules The gods may throw a dice Their minds as cold as ice And someone way down here Loses someone dear The winner takes it all The loser has to fall It's simple and it's plain Why should I complain. But tell me does he kiss Like I used to kiss you? Does it feel the same When he calls your name? Somewhere deep inside You must know I miss you But what can I say Rules must be obeyed The judges will decide The likes of me abide Spectators of the show Always staying low The game is on again A lover or a friend A big thing or a small The winner takes it all I don't wanna talk If it makes you feel sad And I understand You've come to shake my hand I apologize If it makes you feel bad Seeing me so tense No self-confidence But you see The winner takes it all The winner takes it all...

Seasons of Love

from the musical: Rent written by: Jonathan Larson from original album: Rent, 1996

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, In midnights, in cups of coffee, In inches, in miles, In laughter, in strife? Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure a year in the life? How about love? How about love? Talk about love? Measure in love. Seasons of love, seasons of love. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How, how do you measure the life of a woman or man? In truths that she learned Or in times that he cried? In bridges he burned Or the way that she died? It's time now, to sing out Though the story never ends Let's celebrate And remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love Remember the love Remember the love Remember the love Seasons of love Seasons of love Seasons of love Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes How do you measure, measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, In midnights, in cups of coffee, In inches, in miles, In laughter, in strife?

Bring him home

from the musical: Les Misérables written by: Claude-Michel Schönberg, Alain Boublil from original album: Les Misérables OLC, 1985

God on high Hear my prayer In my need You have always been there He is young He's afraid Let him rest Heaven blessed Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home. He's like the son I might have known If God had granted me a son The summers die One by one How soon they fly On and on And I am old And will be gone. Bring him peace Bring him joy He is young He is only a boy You can take You can give Let him be Let him live If I die, let me die Let him live, bring him home Bring him home Bring him home.

Tell me on a Sunday

from the musical: Song and Dance written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber from original album: Song and Dance (OLC, 1982)

Don't write a letter when you want to leave Don't call me at 3 a.m. from a friend's apartment I'd like to choose how I hear the news Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please Let me down easy No big song and dance No long faces, no long looks No deep conversation I know the way we should spend that day Take me to a zoo that's got chimpanzees Tell me on a Sunday please Don't want to know who's to blame It won't help knowing Don't want to fight day and night Bad enough you're going Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get drunk and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Find a circus ring with a flying trapeze Tell me on a Sunday please Don't want to fight day and night Bad enough you're going Don't leave in silence with no word at all Don't get drunk and slam the door That's no way to end this I know how I want you to say goodbye Don't run off in the pouring rain Don't call me as they call your plane Take the hurt out of all the pain Take me to a park that's covered with trees Tell me on a Sunday please

Immortality

from the musical: Saturday Night Fever written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber from original album: Saturday Night Fever (Soundtrack, 1977)

So this is who I am And this is all I know And I must choose to live For all that I can give The spark that makes the power grow And I will stand for my dream if I can Symbol of my faith in who I am I am so lonely And I must follow on the road that lies ahead And I won't let my heart control my head I am so lonely And we don't say goodbye We don't say goodbye And I know what I've got to be Immortality I make my journey through eternity I keep the memory of you and me inside Fulfill your destiny It's there within the child My storm will never end My fate is on the wind The king of hearts, the joker's wild But we don't say goodbye We don't say goodbye I'll make them all remember me Cos I have found a dream that must come true Every ounce of me must see it through But you are my only I'm sorry I don't have a role for love to play Hand over my heart I'll find the way I will make them give to me Immortality There is a vision and a fire in me I keep a memory of you and me, inside And we don't say goodbye We don't say goodbye With all my love for you And what else we may do We don't say, goodbye

Send in the Clowns

from the musical: A little Night Music written by: Stephen Sondheim from original album: A little Night Music (OBC, 1973)

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. There ought to be clowns. What a surprise! Who could forsee I'd come to feel about you What you felt about me? Why only now, when I see that you've drifted away? What a surprise! What a cliché! Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career? And where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here.

Tell me it's not true

from the musical: Blood Brothers written by: Willy Russell from original album: Blood Brothers (OLC, 1988)

Tell me it's not true Say it's just a story Something on the news Tell me it's not true Though it's here before me Say it's just a dream Say it's just a scene From an old movie of years ago From an old movie of Marilyn Monroe Say it's just some clowns Two players in the limelight And bring the curtain down Say it's just two clowns Who couldn't get their lines right Say it's just a show on the radio That we can turn over and start again That we can turn over; it's just a game. Tell me it's not true Say I only dreamed it And morning will come soon Tell me it's not true. Say you didn't mean it Say it's just the tale Say it's just the end Of an old movie from long ago From an old movie with Marilyn Monroe. Tell me it's not true Say you didn't mean it Say it's just pretend Say it's just the end Of an old movie from long ago From an old movie with Marilyn Monroe.