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.
"Losing my timing this late/in my career" always chokes me up. Updated On: 3/29/08 at 06:43 PM
From Sweeney: And though I'll think of you, I guess, until the day I die/ I think I'll miss you less and less as every day goes by, Johanna! It always breaks my heart...
also, From SITPWG:Look! I made hat! Where there never was a hat! and And how you're always turning back too late from the grass and the stick and the dog and the light/ How the kind of woman willing to wait is not the kind that you want to find waiting to return you to the night.
Assassins: Damn my soul if you must/ let my body turn to dust/ let it mingle with the ashes of the country/Let them curse me to hell/ leave it for history to tell/ what I did, I did well/ and i did it for the country!/ Let them cry "dirty traitor!"/They will understand it later...
and, of course: Today, the minutes seem like hours, the hours go so slowly, and still the sky is light!/Oh moon, grow bright! and make this endless day, endless night!
"Hold your hats and hallelujah, Momma's gonna show it to ya" and "By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet/By the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you'd love it."
Well, this is a really weird one, It's sung by Clara, right before Fosca makes her first appearance in Passion. It sets up the next scene without ever hinting what's about to develop. It's very cunning...
Yesterday I walked through the park To the place where we met. Afterwards I sat on the bench Where we sat all that sultry afternoon.
I thought about our room, our secret room Where we were happy And where we shall be happy again Some day.
I see us in our room, our secret room, And I don't feel so alone any more... (Against her song, the Chopinesque piano music which we heard before begins to play) I close my eyes, imagining that you are there, Imagining your fingers touching mine, Imagining our room, The bed, the secrecy, the world outside, Your mouth on mine...
Mother cannot guide you. Now you're on your own. Only me beside you. Still, you're not alone. No one is alone. Truly. No one is alone. Sometimes people leave you. Halfway through the wood. Others may decieve you. You decide whats good. You decide alone. But no one is alone.
From the movie version of "Little Night Music", since they cut "Liasons", they had to get Hermiome Gingold into the score somewhere.
So, they brought her character into "A Weekend in the Country". Mme. Armfeldt sings to her staff:
I'll receive them in the red room/And impress them with a feast/Then retire to my bedroom/Where I'm going to be staying until Monday at least...
From "Company":
When a person's personality is personable, he shouldn't oughtta sit like a lump It's harder than a matador coercin' a bull to try to get you offa your rump. (Though with all of the brickbats that Sondheim has tossed at the lyrics of Lorenz Hart, "personable/coercin' a bull" is one that Larry would have been proud of.)
The song "In the Movies" is just a treasure trove of funny lyrics: "You start out with a bagel and end up with Conrad Nagel, on the screen. But in life you wind up right behind the pillar in the mezzanine"
"A coherent existance after so many years of muddle" - Desiree' Armfelt, A Little Night Music
"Life keeps happening everyday, Say Yes" - 70, Girls, 70
"Life is what you do while you're waiting to die" - Zorba
It's the Day of the Rabbit, my Lord. There's but one day remaining, And beside the fact it's raining, There are ships in the bay Which are sitting there today Just exactly where they sat On the Day of the Rat — Oh, and speaking of that, my Lord, When the ships came our way On that first disturbing day And I gave consideration To this letter they convey, I decided if there weren't Any Shogun to receive it, It would act as a deterrant Since they'd have no place to leave it, And they might go away, my Lord … Do you see what i say, my Lord?
In the tea, my Lord, The chrysanthemum tea — An informal variation On the normal recipe. Though I know my plan had merit, It's been slow in execution. If there's one thing you inherit, It's your father's constitution, And you're taking so long, my Lord … Do you think I was wrong, my Lord? … No, you must let me speak: When the Shogun is weak, Then the tea must be strong, my Lord … My Lord — ? (Shogun dies.) The blossom falls on the mountain. The mountain falls on the blossom. All things fall
"I had a dream. I dreamed it for you, June. It wasn't for me Herbie. And if it wasn't for me, then where would you be, Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?!" gosh i get goosebumps every time
"I'm a bagel on a plate full of onion rolls!"-Funny Girl
"TO LOVE ANOTHER PERSON IS TO SEE THE FACE OF GOD"- LES MISERABLES---
"THERE'S A SPECIAL KIND OF PEOPLE KNOWN AS SHOW PEOPLE... WE'RE BORN EVERY NIGHT AT HALF HOUR CALL!"--- CURTAINS
"Have to hand it to her -- Wot I calls Enterprise Poppin' pussies into pies! Wouldn't do in my shop! Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick! And I'm tellin' you, them ****cats is quick!"
That last line has to be one of the funniest ever written.
It's fop. Finest in the shop. And we have some shepherd's pie peppered With actual shepherd on top! And I've just begun -- Here's the politician, so oily It's served with a doily, Have one!
Put it on a bun. Well, you never know if it's going to run!
Try the friar, Fried, it's drier!
No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy!
Then actor, That's compacter!
Yes, and always arrives overdone! I'll come again when you have JUDGE on the menu!
Wait! True, we don't have judge yet, but we've got something you might fancy even better. What's that? Executioner!
Have charity towards the world, my pet!
Yes, yes, I know, my love!
We'll take the customers that we can get!
High-born and low, my love!
We'll not discriminate great from small! No, we'll serve anyone, Meaning anyone, And to anyone At all!