Notes / Twisted Every Way

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
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"

"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!
Please, understand
Signor, Signora

The things I have to do for my art
If you can call this gibberish "art"
Ah, here's our little flower

Ah, Miss Daae, quite the lady of the hour
You have secured the largest role in this "Don Juan"
Christine Daae, 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 Daae!

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 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

Christine, Christine
You don't have to, they can't make you

Please monsieur, another note (oh)
"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 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 teacher
Your obedient friend
"... and angel"

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 Daae 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?
Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill
But messieurs, 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 her doing, this is the truth!
Christine Daae!
This is his undoing!
If you succeed, you free us all
This so called "angel" has to fall

Monsieur, I beg you, do not do this
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 'til 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

So, it is to be war between us
But this time, clever friend
The disaster will be yours

Don Juan, Signor Piangi, here is the phrase
Those who tangle with Don Juan
If you please?

Those who tangle with Don Juan
No, no, nearly but no
"Those who tan, tan, tan"
Those who tangle with Don Juan

His way is better, at least he make 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
Are you certain of that, Signora?

So, once again, after seven
Five, six, seven
Those who tangle with Don Juan

Ah, piu non posso
No one really cares

Those whotangle with...

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