Notes/Twisted Every Way Lyrics
| Song | Notes/Twisted Every Way |
| Artist | Original London Cast |
| Album | The Phantom of the Opera (Original 1986 London Cast) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Notes II | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Ludicrous! Have you seen the score? | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Simply ludicrous! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| It's the final straw! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| This is lunacy! Well, you know my views | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Utter lunacy! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| But we daren't refuse... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Not another chandelier... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Look, my friend, what we have here | |
| ANDRE: | |
| "Dear Andre, Re my orchestrations: We need another first bassoon. | |
| Every note 抯 overblown- and that third trombone has to go! T | |
| he man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| "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!" | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Outrage! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| What is it now? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| This whole affair is an outrage! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Signora, please | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Now what's the matter? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Have you seen the size of my part? | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Signora, listen... | |
| PIANGI: | |
| It's an insult! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Not you as well! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Just look at this -it's an insult! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Please, understand... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Signor! Signora! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| The things I have to do for my art! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| If you can call this gibberish "art" ! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Ah! Here's our little flower! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Ah Miss Daae quite the lady of the hour! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| You have secured the largest role in this "Don Juan". | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Christine Daae? She doesn't have the voice! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Signora, please! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Then I take it you're agreeing. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She's behind this ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| It appears we have no choice. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She's the one behind this!Christine Daae! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| How dare you! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| I'm not a fool! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| You evil woman! How dare you! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| You think I'm blind? | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| This isn't my fault! I don't want any part in this plot! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Miss Daae, surely ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| But why not? | |
| PIANGI: | |
| What does she say? | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| It's your decision - But why not? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She's backing out! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| You have a duty! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| I cannot sing it, duty or not! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Christine, Christine ...You don't have to, they can't make you ... | |
| GIRY: | |
| Please, monsieur: another note. | |
| "Fondest greetings to you all! | |
| A few instructions just before rehearsal starts: Carlotta must be taught to act ..." | |
| PHANTOM'S VOICE: | |
| ...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 Daae . . .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 tea cher... | |
| Your obedient friend... | |
| GIRY: | |
| "... and Angel ..." | |
| RAOUL: | |
| 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 ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| We're listening... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Go on. | |
| RAOUL: | |
| We shall play his game - perform his work - | |
| but remember we hold the ace. | |
| For, if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| We make certain the doors are barred | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| We make certain our men are there | |
| RAOUL: | |
| We make certain they're armed | |
| RAOUL/ANDRE/FIRMIN: | |
| The curtain falls -his reign will end! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Madness! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| I'm not so sure... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Not if it works... | |
| GIRY: | |
| This is madness! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| The tide will turn! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, believe me -there is no way of turning the tide! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| You stick to ballet! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Then help us! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, I can't... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Instead of warning us | |
| RAOUL/ANDRE/FIRMIN: | |
| Help us! | |
| GIRY: | |
| I wish I could... | |
| RAOUL/ANDRE/FIRMIN: | |
| Don't make excuses! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Or could it be that you're on his side? | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill | |
| but messieurs, be careful -we have seen him kill... | |
| ANDRE/FIRMIN: | |
| We say he'll fall and fall he will! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She's the one behind this! Christine! This is all her doing! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| This is the truth! Christine Daae! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| This is his undoing! | |
| ANDRE/FIRMIN: | |
| If you succeed you free us all -this so called "angel" has to fall! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Angel of music, fear my fury -Here is where you fall! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Hear my warning! Fear his fury! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| What glory can she hope to gain? | |
| It's clear to all the girl's insane! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Christine sings, we'll get our man... | |
| PIANGI: | |
| She is crazy! She is raving! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| If Christine helps us in this plan... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Say your prayers, black angel of death! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Please don't... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| If Christine won't, then no -one can | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, I beg you, do not do this | |
| PIANGI/CARLOTTA: | |
| Gran Dio! Che imbroglio! | |
| ANDRE/FIRMIN: | |
| This will seal his fate! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| 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 for ever, he won't let me go | |
| What I once used to dream I now drea...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... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She's mad... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| You said yourself he was nothing but a man. | |
| Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we're dead | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| 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 ...? | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care - | |
| but every hope and every prayer rests on you now | |
| So, it is to be war between us! But this time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours! | |
| Don Juan Rehearsal | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Hide our sword now wounded knight! | |
| Your vain glorious gasconnade brought you to your final fight for your pride, high price | |
| you've paid! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Silken couch and hay-filled barn: both have been his battlefield. | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| REYER: | |
| No, no, no! Chorus, rest, please. Don Juan, Signor Piangi - here is the phrase. | |
| "Those who tangle with Don Juan . . ." If you please? | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| REYER: | |
| No, no. Nearly - but no."Those who tan, tan, tan?/ul> PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Signora - would you speak that way in the presence of the composer? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| The composer is not here. And if he were here, I would... | |
| GIRY: | |
| Are you certain of that, Signora...? | |
| REYER: | |
| So, once again - after seven. Five, six, seven | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Ah, piu non posso! What does it matter what notes we sing? | |
| GIRY: | |
| Have patience, Signora. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| No-one will know if it is right or if it is wrong. No-one will care if it is right, or if it is | |
| wrong. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tan . . . tan . . .Is right? | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Not quite, Signor: Those who tan ... tan ... | |
| REYER: | |
| Ladies ... Signor Piangi ... if you please ... | |
| ALL EXCEPT CHRISTINE: | |
| Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets | |
| you will have to pay the bill -tangled in the winding sheets! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| In sleep he sang to me, | |
| in dreams he came ... | |
| that voice which calls to me and speaks my name ... | |
| Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing | |
| Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music | |
| Her father promised her... | |
| Her father promised her |
| Notes II | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Ludicrous! Have you seen the score? | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Simply ludicrous! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| It' s the final straw! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| This is lunacy! Well, you know my views | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Utter lunacy! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| But we daren' t refuse... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Not another chandelier... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Look, my friend, what we have here | |
| ANDRE: | |
| quot Dear Andre, Re my orchestrations: We need another first bassoon. | |
| Every note zha overblown and that third trombone has to go! T | |
| he man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune! quot | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| quot Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera: some chorusmembers 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! quot | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Outrage! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| What is it now? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| This whole affair is an outrage! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Signora, please | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Now what' s the matter? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Have you seen the size of my part? | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Signora, listen... | |
| PIANGI: | |
| It' s an insult! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Not you as well! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Just look at this it' s an insult! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Please, understand... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Signor! Signora! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| The things I have to do for my art! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| If you can call this gibberish quot art quot ! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Ah! Here' s our little flower! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Ah Miss Daae quite the lady of the hour! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| You have secured the largest role in this quot Don Juan quot. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Christine Daae? She doesn' t have the voice! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Signora, please! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Then I take it you' re agreeing. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s behind this ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| It appears we have no choice. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s the one behind this! Christine Daae! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| How dare you! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| I' m not a fool! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| You evil woman! How dare you! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| You think I' m blind? | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| This isn' t my fault! I don' t want any part in this plot! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Miss Daae, surely ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| But why not? | |
| PIANGI: | |
| What does she say? | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| It' s your decision But why not? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s backing out! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| You have a duty! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| I cannot sing it, duty or not! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Christine, Christine ... You don' t have to, they can' t make you ... | |
| GIRY: | |
| Please, monsieur: another note. | |
| quot Fondest greetings to you all! | |
| A few instructions just before rehearsal starts: Carlotta must be taught to act ... quot | |
| PHANTOM' S VOICE: | |
| ... 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 Daae . . . 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 tea cher... | |
| Your obedient friend... | |
| GIRY: | |
| quot... and Angel ... quot | |
| RAOUL: | |
| 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 ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| We' re listening... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Go on. | |
| RAOUL: | |
| We shall play his game perform his work | |
| but remember we hold the ace. | |
| For, if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| We make certain the doors are barred | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| We make certain our men are there | |
| RAOUL: | |
| We make certain they' re armed | |
| RAOUL ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| The curtain falls his reign will end! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Madness! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| I' m not so sure... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Not if it works... | |
| GIRY: | |
| This is madness! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| The tide will turn! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, believe me there is no way of turning the tide! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| You stick to ballet! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Then help us! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, I can' t... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Instead of warning us | |
| RAOUL ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| Help us! | |
| GIRY: | |
| I wish I could... | |
| RAOUL ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| Don' t make excuses! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Or could it be that you' re on his side? | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill | |
| but messieurs, be careful we have seen him kill... | |
| ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| We say he' ll fall and fall he will! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s the one behind this! Christine! This is all her doing! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| This is the truth! Christine Daae! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| This is his undoing! | |
| ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| If you succeed you free us all this so called quot angel quot has to fall! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Angel of music, fear my fury Here is where you fall! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Hear my warning! Fear his fury! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| What glory can she hope to gain? | |
| It' s clear to all the girl' s insane! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Christine sings, we' ll get our man... | |
| PIANGI: | |
| She is crazy! She is raving! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| If Christine helps us in this plan... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Say your prayers, black angel of death! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Please don' t... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| If Christine won' t, then no one can | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, I beg you, do not do this | |
| PIANGI CARLOTTA: | |
| Gran Dio! Che imbroglio! | |
| ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| This will seal his fate! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| 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 for ever, he won' t let me go | |
| What I once used to dream I now drea... 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... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s mad... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| You said yourself he was nothing but a man. | |
| Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we' re dead | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| 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 ...? | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Christine, Christine, don' t think that I don' t care | |
| but every hope and every prayer rests on you now | |
| So, it is to be war between us! But this time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours! | |
| Don Juan Rehearsal | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Hide our sword now wounded knight! | |
| Your vain glorious gasconnade brought you to your final fight for your pride, high price | |
| you' ve paid! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Silken couch and hayfilled barn: both have been his battlefield. | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| REYER: | |
| No, no, no! Chorus, rest, please. Don Juan, Signor Piangi here is the phrase. | |
| quot Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . quot If you please? | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| REYER: | |
| No, no. Nearly but no. quot Those who tan, tan, tan? ul gt PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Signora would you speak that way in the presence of the composer? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| The composer is not here. And if he were here, I would... | |
| GIRY: | |
| Are you certain of that, Signora...? | |
| REYER: | |
| So, once again after seven. Five, six, seven | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Ah, piu non posso! What does it matter what notes we sing? | |
| GIRY: | |
| Have patience, Signora. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Noone will know if it is right or if it is wrong. Noone will care if it is right, or if it is | |
| wrong. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tan . . . tan . . . Is right? | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Not quite, Signor: Those who tan ... tan ... | |
| REYER: | |
| Ladies ... Signor Piangi ... if you please ... | |
| ALL EXCEPT CHRISTINE: | |
| Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets | |
| you will have to pay the bill tangled in the winding sheets! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| In sleep he sang to me, | |
| in dreams he came ... | |
| that voice which calls to me and speaks my name ... | |
| Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing | |
| Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music | |
| Her father promised her... | |
| Her father promised her |
| Notes II | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Ludicrous! Have you seen the score? | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Simply ludicrous! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| It' s the final straw! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| This is lunacy! Well, you know my views | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Utter lunacy! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| But we daren' t refuse... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Not another chandelier... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Look, my friend, what we have here | |
| ANDRE: | |
| quot Dear Andre, Re my orchestrations: We need another first bassoon. | |
| Every note zhā overblown and that third trombone has to go! T | |
| he man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune! quot | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| quot Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera: some chorusmembers 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! quot | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Outrage! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| What is it now? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| This whole affair is an outrage! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Signora, please | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Now what' s the matter? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Have you seen the size of my part? | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Signora, listen... | |
| PIANGI: | |
| It' s an insult! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Not you as well! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Just look at this it' s an insult! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Please, understand... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Signor! Signora! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| The things I have to do for my art! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| If you can call this gibberish quot art quot ! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Ah! Here' s our little flower! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Ah Miss Daae quite the lady of the hour! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| You have secured the largest role in this quot Don Juan quot. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Christine Daae? She doesn' t have the voice! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Signora, please! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Then I take it you' re agreeing. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s behind this ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| It appears we have no choice. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s the one behind this! Christine Daae! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| How dare you! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| I' m not a fool! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| You evil woman! How dare you! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| You think I' m blind? | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| This isn' t my fault! I don' t want any part in this plot! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Miss Daae, surely ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| But why not? | |
| PIANGI: | |
| What does she say? | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| It' s your decision But why not? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s backing out! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| You have a duty! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| I cannot sing it, duty or not! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Christine, Christine ... You don' t have to, they can' t make you ... | |
| GIRY: | |
| Please, monsieur: another note. | |
| quot Fondest greetings to you all! | |
| A few instructions just before rehearsal starts: Carlotta must be taught to act ... quot | |
| PHANTOM' S VOICE: | |
| ... 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 Daae . . . 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 tea cher... | |
| Your obedient friend... | |
| GIRY: | |
| quot... and Angel ... quot | |
| RAOUL: | |
| 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 ... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| We' re listening... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Go on. | |
| RAOUL: | |
| We shall play his game perform his work | |
| but remember we hold the ace. | |
| For, if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| We make certain the doors are barred | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| We make certain our men are there | |
| RAOUL: | |
| We make certain they' re armed | |
| RAOUL ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| The curtain falls his reign will end! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Madness! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| I' m not so sure... | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| Not if it works... | |
| GIRY: | |
| This is madness! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| The tide will turn! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, believe me there is no way of turning the tide! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| You stick to ballet! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Then help us! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, I can' t... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Instead of warning us | |
| RAOUL ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| Help us! | |
| GIRY: | |
| I wish I could... | |
| RAOUL ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| Don' t make excuses! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Or could it be that you' re on his side? | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill | |
| but messieurs, be careful we have seen him kill... | |
| ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| We say he' ll fall and fall he will! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s the one behind this! Christine! This is all her doing! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| This is the truth! Christine Daae! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| This is his undoing! | |
| ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| If you succeed you free us all this so called quot angel quot has to fall! | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Angel of music, fear my fury Here is where you fall! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Hear my warning! Fear his fury! | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| What glory can she hope to gain? | |
| It' s clear to all the girl' s insane! | |
| ANDRE: | |
| Christine sings, we' ll get our man... | |
| PIANGI: | |
| She is crazy! She is raving! | |
| FIRMIN: | |
| If Christine helps us in this plan... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Say your prayers, black angel of death! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Please don' t... | |
| ANDRE: | |
| If Christine won' t, then no one can | |
| GIRY: | |
| Monsieur, I beg you, do not do this | |
| PIANGI CARLOTTA: | |
| Gran Dio! Che imbroglio! | |
| ANDRE FIRMIN: | |
| This will seal his fate! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| 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 for ever, he won' t let me go | |
| What I once used to dream I now drea... 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... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| She' s mad... | |
| RAOUL: | |
| You said yourself he was nothing but a man. | |
| Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we' re dead | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| 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 ...? | |
| RAOUL: | |
| Christine, Christine, don' t think that I don' t care | |
| but every hope and every prayer rests on you now | |
| So, it is to be war between us! But this time, clever friend, the disaster will be yours! | |
| Don Juan Rehearsal | |
| CHORUS: | |
| Hide our sword now wounded knight! | |
| Your vain glorious gasconnade brought you to your final fight for your pride, high price | |
| you' ve paid! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Silken couch and hayfilled barn: both have been his battlefield. | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| REYER: | |
| No, no, no! Chorus, rest, please. Don Juan, Signor Piangi here is the phrase. | |
| quot Those who tangle with Don Juan . . . quot If you please? | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| REYER: | |
| No, no. Nearly but no. quot Those who tan, tan, tan? ul gt PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| His way is better. At least he make it sound like music! | |
| GIRY: | |
| Signora would you speak that way in the presence of the composer? | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| The composer is not here. And if he were here, I would... | |
| GIRY: | |
| Are you certain of that, Signora...? | |
| REYER: | |
| So, once again after seven. Five, six, seven | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan... | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Ah, piu non posso! What does it matter what notes we sing? | |
| GIRY: | |
| Have patience, Signora. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Noone will know if it is right or if it is wrong. Noone will care if it is right, or if it is | |
| wrong. | |
| CARLOTTA: | |
| Those who tangle with Don Juan! | |
| PIANGI: | |
| Those who tan . . . tan . . . Is right? | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| Not quite, Signor: Those who tan ... tan ... | |
| REYER: | |
| Ladies ... Signor Piangi ... if you please ... | |
| ALL EXCEPT CHRISTINE: | |
| Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets | |
| you will have to pay the bill tangled in the winding sheets! | |
| CHRISTINE: | |
| In sleep he sang to me, | |
| in dreams he came ... | |
| that voice which calls to me and speaks my name ... | |
| Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing | |
| Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music | |
| Her father promised her... | |
| Her father promised her |
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