Pinwheel of Death

Stephen Sondheim


SONGS

Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1970

Lyrics ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND CAME UP THROUGH THE GROUND
WHILE ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE BUS
AND ARE LOOKING AROUND
AT ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
WHO GOT OFF OF THE PLANE
AND ARE LOOKING AT US
WHO GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND THE PLANE AND THE BUS
MAYBE YESTERDAY.

IT'S A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO WORK,
SOME TO PLAY.
A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO STARE,
SOME TO STAY,
AND EV'RY DAY
THE ONES WHO STAY

CAN FIND EACH OTHER
IN THE CROWDED STREETS
AND THE GUARDED PARKS,
BY THE RUSTY FOUNTAINS
AND THE DUSTY TREES
WITH THE BATTERED BARKS,
AND THEY WALK TOGETHER
PAST THE POSTERED WALLS
WITH THE CRUDE REMARKS.

AND THEY MEET AT PARTIES
THROUGH THE FRIENDS
OF FRIENDS
WHO THEY HARDLY KNOW.
WILL YOU PICK ME UP
OR DO I MEET YOU THERE
OR SHALL WE LET IT GO?
DID YOU GET MY MESSAGE
'CAUSE I LOOKED IN VAIN?
CAN WE SEE EACH OTHER
TUESDAY,
IF IT DOESN'T RAIN?
LOOK, I'LL CALL YOU
IN THE MORNING
OR MY SERVICE
WILL EXPLAIN.

AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN.

ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND CAME UP
THROUGH THE GROUND
WHILE ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE BUS
AND ARE LOOKING AROUND
AT ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
WHO GOT OFF OF THE PLANE
AND ARE LOOKING AT US
WHO GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND THE PLANE AND THE BUS
MAYBE YESTERDAY.

IT'S A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO WORK,
SOME TO PLAY.
A CITY OF STRANGERS,
SOME COME TO STARE,
SOME TO STAY,
AND EV'RY DAY
SOME GO AWAY.

OR THEY FIND EACH OTHER
IN THE CROWDED STREETS
AND THE GUARDED PARKS,
BY THE RUSTY FOUNTAINS
AND THE DUSTY TREES
WITH THE BATTERED BARKS,
AND THEY WALK TOGETHER
PAST THE POSTERED WALLS
WITH THE CRUDE REMARKS.

AND THEY MEET AT PARTIES
THROUGH THE FRIENDS
OF FRIENDS
WHO THEY HARDLY KNOW.
WILL YOU PICK ME UP
OR DO I MEET YOU THERE
OR SHALL WE LET IT GO?
DID YOU GET MY MESSAGE
'CAUSE I LOOKED IN VAIN?
CAN WE SEE EACH OTHER
TUESDAY,
IF IT DOESN'T RAIN?
LOOK, I'LL CALL YOU
IN THE MORNING
OR MY SERVICE WILL EXPLAIN.

AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN.

AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN
AND ANOTHER HUNDRED PEOPLE
JUST GOT OFF OF THE TRAIN!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1987

Lyrics HATS OFF,
HERE THEY COME,
THOSE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS.
THAT'S WHAT
YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR.
NATURE NEVER FASHIONED
A FLOWER SO FAIR.
NO ROSE CAN COMPARE,
NOTHING RESPECTABLE
HALF SO DELECTABLE.
CHEER THEM
IN THEIR GLORY,
DIAMONDS AND PEARLS,
DAZZLING JEWELS
BY THE SCORE.
THIS IS WHAT BEAUTY
CAN BE,
BEAUTY CELESTIAL,
THE BEST,
YOU'LL AGREE:
ALL FOR YOU,
THOSE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!

CAREFUL,
HERE'S THE HOME OF
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS,
WHERE YOUR
REASON IS UNDONE.
BEAUTY CAN'T BE HINDERED
FROM TAKING ITS TOLL.
YOU MAY LOSE CONTROL.
FACED WITH THESE LORELEIS,
WHAT MAN CAN MORALIZE?
CAUTION,
ON YOUR GUARD WITH
BEAUTIFUL GIRLS,
FLAWLESS CHARMERS
EV'RY ONE.
THIS IS HOW
SAMSON WAS SHORN:
EACH IN HER STYLE
A DELILAH REBORN.
EACH A GEM,
A BEAUTIFUL DIADEM
OF BEAUTIFUL -
WELCOME THEM -
THESE BEAUTIFUL GIRLS!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1985

Lyrics SOMEONE
TO HOLD YOU TOO CLOSE,
SOMEONE
TO HURT YOU TOO DEEP,
SOMEONE
TO SIT IN YOUR CHAIR,
TO RUIN YOUR SLEEP,
TO MAKE YOU AWARE
OF BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEONE
TO NEED YOU TOO MUCH,
SOMEONE
TO KNOW YOU TOO WELL,
SOMEONE
TO PULL YOU UP SHORT,
TO PUT YOU THROUGH HELL,
AND GIVE YOU SUPPORT
IS BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEONE
YOU HAVE TO LET IN,
SOMEONE WHOSE FEELINGS YOU SPARE,
SOMEONE WHO,
LIKE IT OR NOT,
WILL WANT YOU TO SHARE,
A LITTLE A LOT,
IS BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEONE
TO CROWD YOU WITH LOVE,
SOMEONE
TO FORCE YOU TO CARE,
SOMEONE
TO MAKE YOU COME THROUGH,
WHO'LL ALWAYS BE THERE,
AS FRIGHTENED AS YOU
OF BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.

SOMEBODY
HOLD ME TOO CLOSE,
SOMEBODY
HURT ME TOO DEEP,
SOMEBODY
SIT IN MY CHAIR
AND RUIN MY SLEEP
AND MAKE ME AWARE
OF BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE.
SOMEBODY
NEED ME TOO MUCH,
SOMEBODY
KNOW ME TOO WELL
SOMEBODY
PULL ME UP SHORT
AND PUT ME THROUGH HELL
AND GIVE ME SUPPORT
FOR BEING ALIVE,

MAKE ME ALIVE,
MAKE ME ALIVE.
MAKE ME CONFUSED,
MOCK ME WITH PRAISE,
LET ME BE USED,
VARY MY DAYS.
BUT ALONE IS ALONE,
NOT ALIVE.

SOMEBODY
CROWD ME WITH LOVE,
SOMEBODY
FORCE ME TO CARE.
SOMEBODY
LET ME COME THROUGH,
AS FRIGHTENED AS YOU,
TO HELP US SURVIVE
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE,
BEING ALIVE!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard

Recorded 1971

Lyrics I'M JUST A BROADWAY BABY,
WALKING OFF MY TIRED FEET,
POUNDING FORTY-SECOND STREET
TO BE IN A SHOW.
BROADWAY BABY,
LEARNING HOW
TO SING AND DANCE,
WAITING FOR
THAT ONE BIG CHANCE
TO BE IN A SHOW.

GEE,
I'D LIKE TO BE
ON SOME MARQUEE,
ALL TWINKLING LIGHTS,
A SPARK
TO PIERCE THE DARK
FROM BATTERY PARK
TO WASHINGTON HEIGHTS.

SOMEDAY, MAYBE,
ALL MY DREAMS
WILL BE REPAID.
HECK, I'D EVEN PLAY
THE MAID
TO BE IN A SHOW.

SAY, MISTER PRODUCER,
I'M TALKING TO YOU,
SIR:
I DON'T NEED A LOT,
ONLY WHAT I GOT,
PLUS A TUBE
OF GREASEPAINT
AND A FOLLOW SPOT!

I'M A BROADWAY BABY,
SLAVING AT
THE FIVE AND TEN,
DREAMING OF
THE GREAT DAY WHEN
I'LL BE IN A SHOW.
BROADWAY BABY,
MAKING ROUNDS
ALL AFTERNOON,
EATING AT A
GREASY SPOON
TO SAVE
ON MY DOUGH.

AT MY TINY FLAT
THERE'S JUST MY CAT,
A BED AND A CHAIR.
STILL
I'LL STICK IT TILL
I'M ON A BILL
ALL OVER TIMES SQUARE.

SOMEDAY, MAYBE,
IF I STICK IT
LONG ENOUGH,
I CAN GET
TO STRUT MY STUFF,
WORKING FOR A NICE MAN
LIKE A ZIEGFELD
OR A WEISSMAN
IN A GREAT BIG
BROADWAY SHOW!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1998

Lyrics I KNOW THIS GROCERY CLERK,
UNPREPOSSESSING.
SOME THINK THE BOY IS A JERK,
THEY HAVE MY BLESSING.
BUT WHEN HE STARTS TO MOVE,
HE AIMS TO PLEASE,
WHICH ONLY GOES TO PROVE
THAT SOMETIMES IN A CLERK
YOU FIND A HERCULES.
HE HASN'T MUCH
THAT IS PLUS.
YOU MIGHT DESCRIBE HIM THUS:

A FALSE ALARM,
A BROKEN ARM
AN IMITATION HITLER
AND WITH LITTLER CHARM,
BUT OH,
CAN THAT BOY FOXTROT!
HIS MOUTH IS MEAN,
HE IS NOT TOO CLEAN,
WHAT MAKES HIM
LOOK REPTILIAN
IS THE BRILLIANTINE,
BUT OH,
CAN THAT BOY FOX TROT!

WHO KNOWS
WHAT I SAW IN HIM?
I TOOK A CHANCE.
OH YES,
ONE MORE FLAW IN HIM:
HE CANT DANCE.

AS DUMBBELLS GO,
HE IS RATHER SLOW,
AND AS FOR BEING SAINTLY,
EVEN FAINTLY,
NO.
BUT WHO NEEDS ALBERT SCHWEITZER
WHEN THE LIGHTS ARE LOW?
AND OH BOY,
OH BOY,
CAN THAT BOY FOXTROT!

RIGHT NOW,
AS I SPEAK OF HIM,
I HEAR THOSE DRUMS!
AND OH,
THE TECHNIQUE OF HIM -
HE IS ALL THUMBS.

HIS JOKES ARE QUAINT,
AND FAIRLY FAINT,
HE MAY BE FULL OF HOKUM,
BUT I HAVE NO COMPLAINT.
HE OFTEN IS A BORE,
BUT ON THE FLOOR
HE AIN'T.
AND OH BOY,
OH BOY,
CAN THAT BOY FOXTROT!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune

Recorded 1970

Lyrics PHONE RINGS,
DOOR CHIMES,
IN COMES COMPANY!
NO STRINGS,
GOOD TIMES,
ROOM HUMS,
JUST CHUMS,
COMPANY!
LATE NIGHTS,
QUICK BITES,
PARTY GAMES,
DEEP TALKS,
LONG WALKS,
TELEPHONE CALLS,
THOUGHTS SHARED,
SOULS BARED,
PRIVATE NAMES,
ALL THOSE PHOTOS
UP ON THE WALLS
WITH LOVE,
WITH LOVE
FILLING THE DAYS,
WITH LOVE
SEVENTY WAYS,
TO BOBBY,
WITH LOVE
FROM ALL THOSE
GOOD AND CRAZY PEOPLE,
MY FRIENDS,
THESE GOOD
AND CRAZY PEOPLE,
MY MARRIED FRIENDS!
AND THAT'S WHAT
IT'S ALL ABOUT,
ISN'T IT?
THAT'S WHAT
IT'S REALLY ABOUT,
ISN'T IT?
THAT'S WHAT
IT'S REALLY ABOUT.
ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?
ISN'T IT?
COMPANY!
COMPANY!
COMPANY!
LOTS OF COMPANY!
LIFE IS COMPANY!
LOVE IS COMPANY!
COMPANY!
COMPANY!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Marriage, Food

Recorded 1970

Lyrics BLESS THIS DAY,
PINNACLE OF LIFE,
HUSBAND JOINED TO WIFE.
THE HEART LEAPS UP
TO BEHOLD
THIS GOLDEN DAY.

TODAY IS FOR AMY,
AMY, I GIVE YOU
THE REST OF MY LIFE.
TO CHERISH
AND TO KEEP YOU,
TO HONOR YOU
FOREVER,
TODAY IS FOR AMY,
MY HAPPILY
SOON-TO-BE WIFE.

PARDON ME,
IS EV'RYBODY THERE?
BECAUSE
IF EV'RYBODY'S THERE,
I WANT TO THANK YOU ALL
FOR COMING TO THE WEDDING.
I'D APPRECIATE YOUR GOING
EVEN MORE,
I MEAN,
YOU MUST HAVE LOTS
OF BETTER THINGS TO DO
AND NOT A WORD OF IT
TO PAUL.
REMEMBER PAUL?
YOU KNOW,
THE MAN
I'M GONNA MARRY,
BUT I'M NOT
BECAUSE I WOULDN'T
RUIN ANYONE AS WONDERFUL
AS HE IS
BUT I THANK YOU ALL
FOR THE GIFTS A
AND THE FLOWERS.
THANK YOU ALL,
NOW IT'S BACK
TO THE SHOWERS.
DON'T TELL PAUL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED TODAY.

BLESS THIS DAY,
TRAGEDY OF LIFE,
HUSBAND YOKED TO WIFE.
THE HEART SINKS DOWN
AND FEELS DEAD
THIS DREADFUL DAY.

LISTEN EV'RYBODY,
LOOK,
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU'RE WAITING FOR.
A WEDDING?
WHAT'S A WEDDING?
IT'S A PREHISTORIC RITUAL
WHERE EV'RYBODY PROMISES
FIDELITY FOREVER
WHICH IS MAYBE
THE MOST HORRIFYING WORD
I EVER HEARD,
AND WHICH IS FOLLOWED
BY A HONEYMOON
WHERE SUDDENLY
HE'LL REALIZE
HE'S SADDLED
WITH A NUT
AND WANNA KILL ME
WHICH HE SHOULD,
SO LISTEN,
THANKS A BUNCH,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
GO HAVE LUNCH
'CAUSE I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
YOU'VE BEEN GRAND,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
DON'T JUST STAND THERE,
I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED,
AND DON'T TELL PAUL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED TODAY!

GO!
CAN'T YOU GO?
WHY IS NOBODY LISTENING?
GOOD BYE!
GO AND CRY
AT ANOTHER PERSON'S WAKE.
IF YOU'RE QUICK,
FOR A KICK,
YOU COULD PICK UP
A CHRISTENING,
BUT PLEASE,
ON MY KNEES,
THERE'S A HUMAN LIFE
AT STAKE.

LISTEN, EV'RYBODY,
I'M AFRAID
YOU DIDN'T HEAR,
OR DO YOU WANT TO SEE
A CRAZY LADY
FALL APART
IN FRONT OF YOU?
IT ISN'T ONLY PAUL
WHO WILL BE
RUINING HIS LIFE,
YOU KNOW,
WE'LL BOTH OF US
BE LOSING OUR IDENTITIES.
I TELEPHONED MY ANALYST
ABOUT IT
AND HE SAID
TO SEE HIM MONDAY,
BUT BY MONDAY
I'LL BE FLOATING
IN THE HUDSON
WITH THE OTHER GARBAGE.
I'M NOT WELL,
SO I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED.
YOU'VE BEEN SWELL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED.
CLEAR THE HALL
'CAUSE I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED.
THANK YOU ALL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED,
AND DON'T TELL PAUL,
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED TODAY.

BLESS THIS BRIDE,
TOTALLY INSANE,
SLIPPING DOWN THE DRAIN,
AND BLESS THIS DAY
IN OUR HEARTS,
AS IT STARTS TO RAIN.

GO!
CAN'T YOU GO?
LOOK,
YOU KNOW
I ADORE YOU ALL,
BUT WHY WATCH ME DIE
LIKE ELIZA ON THE ICE?
LOOK,
PERHAPS I'LL COLLAPSE
IN THE APSE
RIGHT BEFORE YOU ALL,
SO TAKE BACK THE CAKE,
BURN THE SHOES
AND BOIL THE RICE.

LOOK,
I DIDN'T WANT
TO HAVE TO TELL YOU,
BUT I MAY BE COMING DOWN
WITH HEPATITIS
AND I THINK
I'M GONNA FAINT,
SO IF YOU WANNA
SEE ME FAINT,
I'LL DO IT HAPPILY,
BUT WOULDN'T IT
BE FUNNIER
TO GO
AND WATCH A FUNERAL?
SO THANK YOU
FOR THE TWENTY SEVEN
DINNER PLATES
AND THIRTY SEVEN
BUTTER KNIVES
AND FORTY SEVEN
PAPER WEIGHTS
AND FIFTY SEVEN
CANDLE HOLDERS...
I AM NOT
GETTING MARRIED...
SOFTLY SAID:
BUT I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED...
WITH THIS RING
STILL I'M NOT
GETTING MARRIED...
I THEE WED.
SEE,
I'M NOT GETTING MARRIED.
LET US PRAY,
AND WE'RE NOTWE ARE
GETTING MARRIED TODAY!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1987

Lyrics GOOD TIMES
AND BUM TIMES,
I'VE SEEN 'EM ALL
AND, MY DEAR,
I'M STILL HERE.
PLUSH VELVET SOMETIMES,
SOMETIMES
JUST PRETZELS AND BEER,
BUT I'M STILL HERE.
I'VE STUFFED THE DAILIES
IN MY SHOES,
STRUMMED UKULELES,
SUNG THE BLUES,
SEEN ALL OF MY DREAMS
DISAPPEAR,
BUT I'M HERE.

I'VE SLEPT IN SHANTIES,
GUEST OF THE W.P.A.,
BUT I'M HERE.
DANCED IN MY SCANTIES,
THREE BUCKS A DAY
WAS THE PAY,
BUT I'M HERE.
I'VE STOOD ON BREADLINES
WITH THE BEST,
WATCHED WHILE THE HEADLINES
DID THE REST.
IN THE DEPRESSION
WAS I DEPRESSED?
NOWHERE NEAR.
I MET A BIG FINANCIER
AND I'M HERE.

I'VE BEEN THROUGH GANDHI,
WALLY AND GEORGE'S AFFAIR,
AND I'M HERE.
AMOS 'N ANDY,
MAH JONGG
AND PLATINUM HAIR,
AND I'M HERE.
I GOT THROUGH
ABIE'S IRISH ROSE,
FIVE DIONNE BABIES,
MAJOR BOWES,
HAD THE HEEBIE JEEBIES
FOR BEEBE'S BATHYSPHERE.
I LIVED THROUGH
BRENDA FRAZIER
AND I'M HERE.

I'VE GOTTEN THROUGH
HERBERT AND J. EDGAR HOOVER,
GEE THAT WAS FUN AND A HALF.
WHEN YOU'VE BEEN THROUGH
HERBERT AND J. EDGAR HOOVER,
ANYTHING ELSE IS A LAUGH.

I'VE BEEN THROUGH
RENO,
I'VE BEEN THROUGH
BEVERLY HILLS,
AND I'M HERE.
REEFERS AND VINO,
REST CURES,
RELIGION AND PILLS,
AND I'M HERE.
BEEN CALLED A PINKO
COMMIE TOOL,
GOT THROUGH IT STINKO
BY MY POOL.
I SHOULD HAVE GONE
TO AN ACTING SCHOOL,
THAT SEEMS CLEAR.
STILL SOMEONE SAID,
SHE'S SINCERE,
SO I'M HERE.

BLACK SABLE
ONE DAY,
NEXT DAY
IT GOES INTO HOCK,
BUT I'M HERE.
TOP BILLING
MONDAY,
TUESDAY
YOU'RE TOURING IN STOCK,
BUT I'M HERE.
FIRST YOU'RE ANOTHER
SLOE-EYED VAMP,
THEN SOMEONE'S MOTHER,
THEN YOU'RE CAMP.
THEN YOU CAREER
FROM CAREER
TO CAREER.
I'M ALMOST THROUGH
MY MEMOIRS
AND I'M HERE.

I'VE GOTTEN THROUGH
HEY, LADY,
AREN'T YOU WHOOZIS?
WOW! WHAT A LOOKER
YOU WERE.
OR, BETTER YET,
SORRY,
I THOUGHT
YOU WERE WHOOZIS.
WHAT EVER HAPPENED
TO HER?

GOOD TIMES
AND BUM TIMES,
I'VE SEEN 'EM ALL
AND, MY DEAR,
I'M STILL HERE.
PLUSH VELVET
SOMETIMES,
SOMETIMES
JUST PRETZELS AND BEER,
BUT I'M HERE.
I'VE RUN THE GAMUT,
FROM A TO Z.
THREE CHEERS
AND DAMMIT,
C'EST LA VIE.
I GOT THROUGH
ALL OF LAST YEAR
AND I'M HERE.

LORD KNOWS
AT LEAST I WAS THERE
AND I'M HERE,
LOOK WHO'S HERE!
I'M STILL HERE!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard, Ballad

Recorded 1987

Lyrics LIFE IS SLOW,
BUT IT SEEMS EXCITING
'CAUSE BUDDY'S THERE.
GOURMET COOKING
AND LETTER WRITING
AND KNOWING
BUDDY'S THERE.
EV'RY MORNING-
DON'T FAINT-
I TEND THE FLOWERS.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?
EV'RY WEEKEND
I PAINT
FOR UMPTEEN HOURS.
AND, YES,
I MISS A LOT
LIVING LIKE A SHUT-IN.
NO, I HAVEN'T GOT
COOKS
AND CARS
AND DIAMONDS.
YES,
MY CLOTHES ARE NOT
PARIS FASHIONS,
BUT IN BUDDY'S EYES
I'M YOUNG,
I'M BEAUTIFUL.
IN BUDDY'S EYES
I DON'T GET OLDER.

SO LIFE IS DUCKY
AND TIME GOES FLYING
AND I'M SO LUCKY
I FEEL LIKE CRYING.
AND...
IN BUDDY'S EYES
I'M YOUNG,
I'M BEAUTIFUL.
IN BUDDY'S EYES
I CAN'T GET OLDER.
I'M STILL THE PRINCESS,
STILL THE PRIZE.
IN BUDDY'S EYES
I'M YOUNG,
I'M BEAUTIFUL.
IN BUDDY'S ARMS,
ON BUDDY'S SHOULDER,
I WON'T GET OLDER.
NOTHING DIES.
AND ALL
I EVER DREAMED
I'D BE.
THE BEST
I EVER THOUGHT
OF ME,
IS EV'RY MINUTE
THERE TO SEE
IN BUDDY'S EYES.
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard, Ballad, Food

Recorded 1970

Lyrics HERE'S TO
THE LADIES WHO LUNCH...
EV'RYBODY LAUGH.
LOUNGING
IN THEIR CAFTANS
AND PLANNING
A BRUNCH
ON THEIR OWN
BEHALF.
OFF TO THE GYM,
THEN TO A FITTING,
CLAIMING THEY'RE FAT,
AND LOOKING GRIM
'CAUSE THEY'VE BEEN
SITTING
CHOOSING A HAT.
spoken: DOES ANYONE
STILL WEAR A HAT?
sung: I'LL DRINK
TO THAT.

HERE'S TO THE GIRLS
WHO STAY SMART.
AREN'T THEY A GAS?
RUSHING
TO THEIR CLASSES
IN OPTICAL ART,
WISHING IT WOULD PASS.
ANOTHER LONG,
EXHAUSTING DAY,
ANOTHER THOUSAND DOLLARS.
A MATINEE:
A PINTER PLAY,
PERHAPS
A PIECE OF MAHLER'S.
I'LL DRINK TO THAT...
spokensung:
AND ONE FOR MAHLER.

sung: HERE'S TO THE GIRLS
WHO PLAY WIFE.
AREN'T THEY TOO MUCH?
KEEPING HOUSE,
BUT CLUTCHING
A COPY OF LIFE
JUST TO KEEP
IN TOUCH.
THE ONES
WHO FOLLOW THE RULES
AND MEET THEMSELVES
AT THE SCHOOLS...
TOO BUSY TO KNOW
THAT THEY'RE FOOLS.
AREN'T THEY A GEM?
I'LL DRINK TO THEM!
LET'S ALL DRINK
TO THEM!

AND HERE'S TO THE GIRLS
WHO JUST WATCH,
AREN'T THEY THE BEST?
WHEN THEY GET DEPRESSED,
IT'S A BOTTLE OF SCOTCH,
PLUS A LITTLE JEST.
ANOTHER CHANCE
TO DISAPPROVE,
ANOTHER BRILLIANT ZINGER.
ANOTHER REASON
NOT TO MOVE,
ANOTHER VODKA STINGER,
AAAAHHHH -
I'LL DRINK TO THAT.

SO HERE'S TO THE GIRLS
ON THE GO,
EV'RYBODY TRIES.
LOOK INTO THEIR EYES
AND YOU'LL SEE WHAT THEY KNOW:
EV'RYBODY DIES.
A TOAST
TO THAT INVINCIBLE BUNCH,
THE DINOSAURS
SURVIVING THE CRUNCH,
LET'S HEAR IT
FOR THE LADIES WHO LUNCH:
EV'RYBODY RISE!
RISE!
RISE!
RISE!
RISE!
RISE!
RISE!
RISE!
RISE!
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Marriage, Family

Recorded 1970

Lyrics IT'S THE
LITTLE THINGS YOU DO TOGETHER,
DO TOGETHER,
DO TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE
PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS,
THE HOBBIES
YOU PURSUE TOGETHER,
SAVINGS
YOU ACRUE TOGETHER,
LOOKS
YOU MISCONSTRUE TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE MARRIAGE A JOY.
MM-HM...
IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS
YOU SHARE TOGETHER,
SWEAR TOGETHER,
WEAR TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE
PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS,
IT'S THE CONCERTS
YOU ENJOY TOGETHER,
NEIGHBORS
YOU ANNOY TOGETHER,
CHILDREN
YOU DESTROY TOGETHER,
THAT KEEP MARRIAGE
IN TACT.

IT'S NOT SO HARD
TO BE MARRIED
WHEN TWO MANEUVER
AS ONE.
IT'S NOT SO HARD
TO BE MARRIED
AND JESUS CHRIST,
IS IT FUN!

IT'S SHARING
LITTLE WINKS TOGETHER,
DRINKS TOGETHER,
KINKS TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE MARRIAGE A JOY
IT'S BARGAINS
THAT YOU SHOP TOGETHER,
CIGARETTES
YOU STOP TOGETHER,
CLOTHING
THAT YOU SWAP TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE
PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS.
UH-HUH...
MM-HM...

IT'S NOT TALK OF GOD
AND THE DECADE AHEAD
THAT ALLOWS YOU
TO GET THROUGH THE WORST.
IT'S I DO
AND YOU DON'T
AND NOBODY SAID THAT
AND WHO BROUGHT THE SUBJECT
UP FIRST?
IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS,
THE LITTLE THINGS,
THE LITTLE THINGS,
THE LITTLE THINGS.

THE LITTLE WAYS
YOU TRY TOGETHER,
CRY TOGETHER,
LIE TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE
PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS
BECOMING A CLICHE
TOGETHER,
GROWING OLD AND GRAY
TOGETHER,
WITHERING AWAY
TOGETHER.
THAT MAKES MARRIAGE
A JOY.

IT'S NOT SO HARD
TO BE MARRIED.
IT'S MUCH
THE CLEANEST OF CRIMES.
IT'S NOT SO HARD
TO BE MARRIED.
I'VE DONE IT
THREE OR FOUR TIMES.

IT'S PEOPLE
THAT YOU HATE TOGETHER,
BAIT TOGETHER,
DATE TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE MARRIAGE
A JOY.
IT'S THINGS
LIKE USING FORCE
TOGETHER,
SHOUTING
TILL YOU'RE HOARSE
TOGETHER,
GETTING A DIVORCE
TOGETHER,
THAT MAKE
PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS.
UH-HUH...
KISS KISS...
MM-HM.
Writers Stephen Sondheim

Genres Showtune, Standard, Ballad

Recorded 2005

Lyrics THE SUN COMES UP,
I THINK ABOUT YOU.
THE COFFEE CUP,
I THINK ABOUT YOU.
I WANT YOU SO,
IT'S LIKE
I'M LOSING MY MIND.
THE MORNING ENDS,
I THINK ABOUT YOU.
I TALK TO FRIENDS,
I THINK ABOUT YOU.
AND DO THEY KNOW?
IT'S LIKE
I'M LOSING MY MIND.
ALL AFTERNOON,
DOING EV'RY LITTLE CHORE,
THE THOUGHT OF YOU
STAYS BRIGHT.
SOMETIMES I STAND
IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE FLOOR,
NOT GOING LEFT,
NOT GOING RIGHT.
I DIM THE LIGHTS
AND THINK ABOUT YOU,
SPEND SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
TO THINK ABOUT YOU.
YOU SAID YOU LOVED ME,
OR WERE YOU JUST
BEING KIND?
OR AM I
LOSING MY MIND?
I WANT YOU SO,
IT'S LIKE
I'M LOSING MY MIND.

DOES NO ONE KNOW?
IT'S LIKE
I'M LOSING MY MIND.
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