Notes.../Twisted Every Way Letra
Notes.../Twisted Every Way (Letra/Lyrics)
Ludicrous! Have you seen the score?
It's the final straw!
This is lunacy! Well, you know my views
But we daren't refuse ...
Not another chandelier
Look, my friend, what we have here
Re my orchestrations:
We need another first bassoon
Get a player with tone—
And that third trombone
Has to go!
The man could not be deafer
So please preferably one who plays in tune!"
Vis a vis my opera:
Some chorus members must be sacked
If you could, find out which
Has a sense of pitch—
I've managed to assign a
Rather minor role to those who cannot act!"
What is it now?
This whole affair is an outrage!
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!
The things I have to do for my art!
If you can call this 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!
Then I take it you're agreeing
She's behind this...
It appears we have no choice
She's the one behind this!
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 Daaé, surely...
But why not?
What does she say?
It's your decision, but why not?
She's backing out!
You have a duty!
I cannot sing it, duty or not
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
Your obedient friend
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 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!
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
I wish I could
Don't make excuses!
Or could it be that you're on his side?