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Every Story

from the musical:
Aida
written by: Elton John, Tim Rice
from original album: Aida, Broadway Cast, 2000


Every story, tale or memoir
Every saga or romance
Whether true or fabricated
Whether planned or happenstance

Whether sweeping through the ages
Casting centuries aside
Or a hurried brief recital
Just a thirty-minute ride

Whether bright or melancholy
Rough and ready, finely spun
Whether with a thousand players
Or a lonely cast of one

Every story, new or ancient
Bagatelle or work of art
All are tales of human failing
All are tales of love at heart

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

from the musical:
Sweeney Todd
written by:
Stephen Sondheim
from original album:
Sweeney Todd, 1979


Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No sir, not while I'm around

Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care
I got ways

No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not a worry histle I'll be there

Demons'll charm you with a smile For awhile but in time
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around

Being close and being clever
Act like being true
I don't neet to
I won't ever hide a thing from you like some

Demons are prowling everywhere nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care
I got ways

No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not a worry
Whistle I'll be there

Demons'll charm you with a smile for awhile
But in time
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
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.


Last updated: 01/09/2005 13:01

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