What in your opinion is the cleverst lyric out there? I've always though that this one, "Playing with matches a girl can get burned..." from MatchMaker, Matchmaker (Fiddler on the Roof) is one of the smartest lyrics I've heard.
the urge to merge can rob us of our senses, the need to breed can make a man a drone. we must be on alert with or defenses.....for every skirt will test - testosterone. (The Producers) The fuhrer is causing a furor (the producers)
The more you ruv someone, the more you wanna kir dem (ave q)
theres been some confusion for you see my roommate is - occasionally and excetingly peculiar and all around (something) to decribe.......blonde (wicked)
Hand's down, "Into the Woods" has some of the best ...
Everyone tells tiny lies What's important, really, is the size. Only three more tries and we'll have our prize when the end's in sight you'll realize, if the end is right it justifies the beans.
- Maybe They're Magic
He's a very smart Prince, He's a Prince who prepares. Knowing this time I'd run from him, He spread pitch on the stairs. I was caught unawares. And I thought: well, he cares- This is more than just malice. Better stop and take stock While you're standing here stuck On the steps of the palace
To begin, if I may, my Lord, I've no wish to remind you But you'll notice just behind you There are ships in the bay, They've been sitting there all day With a letter to convey And they haven't gone away And there's every indication That they're planning to stay, my Lord …
Have some tea, my Lord, Some chrysthanthemum tea. It's an herb that's superb For disturbances at sea.
Is the Shogun feeling better? Good! Now what about this letter? Is it wise to delay, my Lord? With the days disappearing, Might we benefit from hearing, What the soothsayers say, my Lord?
_Pacific Overtures_
One of the most perfect lyrics I have ever heard...
I've found a casket entirely of glass No, it's unbreakable Inside, don't ask it, a maiden alas Just as unwakeable What unmistakable Agony, is the way always hard She has skin white as snow Did you learn her name, no There's a dwarf standing guard Agony such that princes must weep Always in thrall 'most to anything almost Or something asleep
I sing for myself. I sing when I want, whenever I want to, just for me. I sing for my own pleasure. Do you understand that?
Well, Into the Woods has been mentioned, and I'm sure something from Sweeney Todd is going to make an appearance here eventually, so I'll pick some other stuff:
My body's all right-- But not in perspective and not in the light. I'm bound to be chilly and feel a buffoon, But nightshirts are silly in mid-afternoon. Which leaves the suggestive, but how to proceed? Although she gets restive, perhaps I could read. In view of her penchant for something romantic, De Sade is to trenchant and Dickens too frantic, And Stendhal would ruin the plan of attack, As there isn't much blue in "The Red and the Black."' De Maupassant's candor would cause her dismay, The Brontes are grander but not very gay, Her taste is much blander, I'm sorry to say, But is Hans Christian Andersen ever risque?
- Stephen Sondheim, "Now"
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She can be white She can be brown She's always easy Goin' down, goin' down
She don't care - What I look like Or how I dress She never says, "no" Always says, "yes"
Sugar, she's refined For a small price She blows my mind
- Jonathan Larson, "Sugar"
Updated On: 8/31/04 at 10:15 AM
There's nothing that I Wouldn't And I couldn't And I haven't gone through... ahh, aah, aah, aah!
(With tremendous conviction and grit!)
I sprained my little toe, but la-la-la-la-la! I hobbled like so la-la-la-la! For you. La-la-la-la-la-la-la! ooh ... Ooh ... Ooh Then came the hit and run la-la-la-la-la!
But I staggered on one la-la-la-la! For you. La-la-la-la-la-la-la! Now, here I am, ahh-ah! The worse for wear And here you are ahh-ah! I'm here! You're there! And maybe now ah! You'll know I care ahh-ah! For you! Ooh! ooh ...
GERTRUDE Oh, yes. And Horton, one more thing...
It took me seven weeks... But I found your clover, Too!
(SEUSSICAL)
"The Spectacle has, indeed, an emotional attraction of its own, but, of all the parts, it is the least artistic, and connected least with the art of poetry. For the power of Tragedy, we may be sure, is felt even apart from representation and actors. Besides, the production of spectacular effects depends more on the art of the stage machinist than on that of the poet."
--Aristotle
I always thought in wicked-- the foreshadowing in The Wizard and I ( I'd be so happy i could melt) and ( a celebration throughout Oz that's all to do with me) Followed in Wonderful when the wizard sings (there'll be such a hoop de doo a celebration throughout Oz thats all to do with you) BTW the Glinda part goes: unusually and excedingly peculiar and all together quite impossible to describe...
"Now when they see him they'll make a fuss. We gotta smile like we just don't care. They put their pants on the same as us. So just imagine them in their underwear."
And if you wish official pardoning you'd better do a little gardening I mean you shouldn't be so generous with your seed Your fertile lies Don't Fertilize It needs work! (City of Angels)
Updated On: 8/31/04 at 11:24 AM
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HEDWIG: "The road is my home. In reflecting upon the people whom I have come upon in my travels, I cannot help but think of the people who have come upon me."
Love "Where in the World Is My Prince" (Herman?) "Little Priest/ Worst Pies" and everything from "Into the Woods". Sondheim is amazing.
Rosencrantz: "Be happy - if you're not even HAPPY what's so good about surviving? We'll be all right. I suppose we just go on."
- from Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead