Pinwheel of Death

Brent Carver


SONGS

Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1992

Lyrics DRESSING THEM UP,
I LOVE
THE DRESSING THEM UP;
THE SUBTLE TILT
OF A HAT,
TOUCHES LIKE THAT,
MAKE ME
THE BEST OF THE LOT
AT DRESSING THEM UP.
I WAS
THE CREAM OF THE CROP,
THE WAY
I BUCKLED THE BELT,
FOLDED THE BELT,
HELPED ME TO GET
WHERE I GOT
BEFORE I GOT
WHERE I GOT,
I WAS
THE ABSOLUTE TOP!

FOR EXAMPLE...
ONCE,
I ASKED
FOR A BALENCIAGA SCARF
TO STUFF
IN A MANNEQUIN'S PURSE,
THEY TOLD ME,
"NO ONE ON EARTH
WILL SEE,"
I ANSWERED,
"NO ONE ON EARTH
BUT ME!"
I STOOD MY GROUND
AS NO OTHER
DRESSER DOES,
AND DARLING
GUESS WHAT?
BALENCIAGA IT WAS!

DRESSING THEM UP,
I WAS THE CREME
DE LA CREME,
AS I ADJUSTED EACH HEM,
I KEPT ON
DAZZLING THEM.
AT MY PARTICULAR STORE
WHICH WAS THE BEST
IN THE TOWN,
YOU'D NEVER CATCH THEM
WEARING A FROWN
OR CATCH THEM
DRESSING ME DOWN,
FOR MY FINESSE
AT DRESSING THEM UP.

RAISE THAT SKIRT
JUST AN INCH OR TWO,
ADD SOME ROUGE,
JUST A PINCH OR TWO.
START THE FAN,
NO, MUCH GUSTIER,
STUFF THAT GAUZE,
MAKE HER BUSTIER.
OOH, THAT FROCK,
TOO MUCH RED IN IT,
I WOULD NOT
BE CAUGHT
DEAD IN IT!

WELL, THEY START OUT
LIKE HELL,
BUT I MAKE THEM SELL
BY DRESSING THEM UP;
FROM EARRINGS
DOWN TO THEIR BOOTS,
IN EVENING DRESSES
OR SUITS.
UNLIKE SOME
SECOND-RATE FRUITS
AT OTHER
SECOND-RATE STORES
WHICH CAN'T COMPARE
TO MY OWN.

YOU'LL NEVER CATCH THEM
WEARING A FROWN,
OR CATCH THEM
DRESSING ME DOWN
FOR MY FINESSE
AT DRESSING THEM UP!

I HAD THE TOUCH,
THANK YOU
VERY MUCH!
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1995

Lyrics SOONER OR LATER
YOU'RE CERTAIN TO MEET
IN THE BEDROOM,
THE PARLOR
OR EVEN THE STREET.
THERE'S NO PLACE ON EARTH
YOU'RE LIKELY TO MISS
HER KISS.
SOONER OR LATER
IN SUNLIGHT
OR GLOOM
WHEN THE RED CANDLES FLICKER
SHE'LL WALK IN THE ROOM
AND THE CURTAIN WILL SHAKE
AND THE FIRE WILL HISS.
HERE COMES HER KISS.

AND THE MOON GROWS DIMMER
AT THE TIDE'S LOW EBB
AND HER BLACK BEADS SHIMMER
AND YOU'RE ACHING TO MOVE
BUT YOU'RE CAUGHT IN THE WEB
OF THE SPIDER WOMAN
WITH HER VELVET CAPE.
YOU CAN SCREAM
BUT YOU CANNOT ESCAPE.

SOONER OR LATER
YOUR LOVE WILL ARRIVE
AND HE TOUCHES YOUR HEART.
YOU'RE ALERT AND ALIVE.
AND THERE'S ONLY ONE PIN
THAT CAN PUNCTURE SUCH BLISS:
HER KISS.

SOONER OR LATER
YOU BATHE IN SUCCESS
AND YOUR MINIONS SALUTE.
THEY SAY NOTHING BUT YES.
BUT YOUR POWER IS EMPTY.
IT FADES LIKE THE MIST
ONCE YOU'VE BEEN KISSED.

AND THE MOON GROWS DIMMER
AT THE TIDE'S LOW EBB.
AND YOUR BREATH
COMES FASTER
AND YOU'RE ACHING
TO MOVE
BUT YOU'RE CAUGHT
IN THE WEB
OF THE SPIDER WOMAN
IN HER VELVET CAPE.
YOU CAN RUN,
YOU CAN SCREAM,
YOU CAN HIDE,
BUT YOU CANNOT ESCAPE.
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Movie Song

Recorded 1992

Lyrics OPTIMISTIC ENDINGS,
PASSIONATE ROMANCES,
BEAUTIFULLY BEEFY HEROES
TAKING DEATH-DEFYING
CHANCES;
ONLY IN THE MOVIES.
DECOROUS MADONNAS,
TOTALLY COMPLIANT,
CHALLENGING THE VILLAIN
BRAVELY,
BOTH HIGH-BUSTED
AND DEFIANT;
ONLY IN THE MOVIES.

BUT MARBLE FLOORS
TO GLIDE ON
AND LOOP THE LOOPS
TO RIDE ON,
AND SULTRY GIRLS
BEGINNING
SOME BEGUINE;
I FOUND,
AS I GREW OLDER
AND LIFE
BECAME MUCH COLDER,
WERE, TO MY SORROW,
NOWHERE
TO BE SEEN.

AND SO,
I SPRAYED
A LITTLE PERFUME,
DABBED A LITTLE POWDER,
AND SUDDENLY
THE MUTED STRINGS
BEGAN TO PLAY
A LITTLE LOUDER.
AND THOUGH
I KNEW THE DIFFERENCE,
I KEPT ON PRETENDING
I WAS IN THE MOVIES.

BUT EVERYTHING CHANGED
WHEN I MET YOU,
YOU'VE CHANGED MY LIFE
SOMEHOW.
EVERYTHING CHANGED
WHEN I MET YOU,
I FIND
I WALK
IN TECHNICOLOR
NOW!

AND AS THIS PRINCESS
LAY DYING,
SHE RAISED
HER LOVELY HEAD,
AND AS HER LOVER
KNELT BESIDE HER,
THIS IS WHAT
SHE SAID,
LOOKING INTO
THOSE STEELY BLUE EYES
OF HIS,
SHE CRIED,
"VIVA LA GUERRA,
VIVA LA REVOLUCION,
VIVA WHATEVER
IT IS."
Writers Fred Ebb, John Kander

Genres Showtune, Ballad

Recorded 1992

Lyrics SHE WEARS SATIN,
SPANISH LACE,
SHE FEELS WILD CHINCHILLA
BRUSH ACROSS HER FACE,
SHE'S LUCKY SHE'S A WOMAN.
SHE WEARS DIAMONDS
BRIGHT AS STARS,
SHE HAS LOVERS
OPEN DOORS
TO FANCY CARS,
SHE'S LUCKY,
SO LUCKY
SHE'S A WOMAN.

A PERFUME BY LANVIN
TO DAB ACROSS HER WRIST,
A SECRET RIBBONED DIARY
OF ALL THE MEN SHE'S KISSED.
SO MANY MEN SHE'S KISSED.

LILAC WATERS
BATHE HER SKIN,
AT THE OP'RA
USHERS GASP
WHEN SHE SWEEPS IN,
GIFTS OF CHOC'LATE,
ROSES TOO,
HAND DELIVERED NOTES
CONFESSING,
I LOVE YOU.
MILKY LOTIONS,
SCENTED CREAMS,
SHE'S THE CLIMAX
OF YOUR TECHNICOLOR DREAMS.
HOW LUCKY CAN YOU BE?
SO LUCKY YOU'LL AGREE.
AND I WISH
THAT SHE WERE ME -
THAT WOMAN.