时间：2011-11-15
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Notes... / Twisted Every Way (Live at the Royal Albert Hall, 2011) - Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composed by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Charles Hart/Richard Stilgoe
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 bassoon
Every note's overblown
And that third trombone
Has to go
The man could not be deafer
So please preferably one who plays in tune"
"Dear Firmin vis a vis my opera:
Some chorus-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
Signora please
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
Oh please understand
Signor Signora
The things I have to do for my art
If you can call this sh- gibberish"art"
Ah
Here's our little flower
Ah Miss Daaé
Quite the lady of the hour
You have secured the largest role in this"Don Juan"
Christine Daaé?
She doesn't have the voice
Signora please
Then I take it you're agreeing
She's behind this
It appears we have no choice
She's the one behind this Christine Daaé
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 did 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
"Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions just before rehearsal starts:
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick of strutting round the stage
Our Don Juan must lose some weight
It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age
And my managers must learn
That their place is in an office not the arts
As for Miss Christine Daaé
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 still to learn
If pride will let her
Return to me her teacher her teacher
Your obedient friend
And Angel"
I can't I won't do it
We have all been blind
And yet the answer is staring us in the face
This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend
We're listening
Go on
We shall play his game
Perform his work but remember we hold the ace
For if Miss Daaé 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
I'm not so sure
Not if it works
This is madness
The tide will turn
Monsieur believe me-
There is no way of turning the tide
You stick to ballet
Then help us
Monsieur I can't
Instead of warning us
Help us
I wish I could
Don't make excuses
Or could it be that you're on his side?
She's his accomplice
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
This is all a ploy
This is the truth
Christine Daae
This is his undoing
If you succeed you free us all
This so called"angel" has to fall
Angel of music
Fear my fury
Here is where you fall
Hear my warning
Hear his fury
What glory can she hope to gain?
It's clear to all the girl's insane
Christine sings
We'll get our man
Please don't-
If Christine won't then no one can
She is crazy
She is raving
Say your prayers
Black angel of death
Monsieur I beg you
Do not do this
Gran Dio
Che imbroglio
This will seal his fate
If you don't stop I'll go mad
Raoul I'm frightened-
Don't make me do this
Raoul it scares me-
Don't put me through this ordeal by fire
He'll take me I know
We'll be parted forever
He won't let me go
What I once used to dream 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
Till we're dead
Twisted every way
What answer can I 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
I can't
Christine
So it is to be war between us
But this time my clever friend the disaster will be yours
Hide our sword now wounded knight
Your vainglorious gasconnade
Brought you to your final fight
For your pride high price you've paid
Silken couch and hay-filled barn
Both have been his battlefield
Those who tangle with Don Juan-
No no no
Chorus rest please
Don Juan- Signor Piangi-
Sí
This is the phrase
"Those who tangle with Don Juan"
If you please?
Those who tangle with Don Juan
Nearly- but no
"Those who tan tan tan"
Those who tan tan tan
Oh his way is better
At least he makes it sound like music
Signora would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?
The composer is not here
And if he were here I would-
Can you be certain of that Signora?
Once again if you please Signor Piangi
After seven
Five six seven
Those who have been tangling with Don Juan
Ah piu non posso
What does it matter what notes we sing?
No one will know if it is right or wrong
No one will care
Those who tangle with Don Juan
Poor young maiden
For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill
Tangled in the winding sheets
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
