MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
the phantom of the opera - prima donna
FIRMIN/ANDRE:
O povo pede!
Pedimos nós!
CARLOTTA:
Mas não preferem vossa gata tão ingênua?
FIRMIN/ANDRE:
Signora, não!
Pra nós só tu!
FIRMIN/ANDRE:
Prima donna
Percebe a multidão
Aos pés de ti
Em frenesi
Que te implora...
ANDRE:
Por um olhar
Uma vênia qualquer
FIRMIN:
Eis que o povo então te adora
FIRMIN/ANDRE:
Prima donna
Encanta uma outra vez
ANDRE:
No quarteirão...
FIRMIN:
As filas vão
Só crescendo
AMBOS:
Todos no afã da paixão de escutar...
A prima donna
a cantar!
RAOUL:
Christine fala de um anjo
CARLOTTA:
Prima donna
Retorna ao teu lugar.
Ao pedestal
Aos pés do qual
Te idolatram...
PIANGI/FIRMIN/ANDRE:
O povo pede
CARLOTTA:
Ouve o clamor do teu povo a pedir
Loucos como
Cães que ladram
FIRMIN/ANDRE:
Quem te ouviu cantar acha que es um anjo
PIANGI:
E ladram outra vez quando ela passa
RAOUL:
Será que é mesmo um anjo ou é um louco?
GIRY:
Ela ouviu a voz do seu anjo da música
ANDRE:
Temos o teatro
FIRMIN:
Por ela ladram
MEG:
Ele é mesmo o anjo da música ou um louco? Voz do céu ou do inferno?
FIRMIN/ANDRE:
Primas Donnas dão trabalho
Uis!
Ais!
Tantas invenções, fricotes e exigências!
CARLOTTA:
Prima donna
Eterna na canção
E no final
Fenomenal
Teu aplauso
Todos de pé pra melhor desfrutar...
Da prima donna
a cantar!
No chão
Pisada,
mas no fim glorificada
PIANGI:
Canta e ao povo encanta
Mas ai de quem tentar
Ã? preciso parar esse insano
Honra, cuidemos dela.
Ã? fim do jogo
RAOUL:
Ordens! Juras!
Tantas invenções, hei de proteger...
Ã? preciso parar este insano
Christine, cuidemos dela.
Ã? fim de jogo
Ã? um outro jogo já vai começar
GIRY:
Pois ai de quem duvidar
Não cumprir vai provocar desgraça
MEG:
Paz ou desgraça? Qual o certo?
Christine... Cuidemos...
Ã? preciso parar este insano
GIRY
Oh tolos!
Que não escutastes
Ã? preciso parar este insano
MEG:
Christine, cuidemos dela...
GIRY:
Honra, cuidemos dela
Este é um jogo sem um vencedor
MEG
Se a maldição é no teatro
GIRY
Pois se a maldição é no teatro
MEG/GIRY
Eis o que acontece
MEG
Quando acontecer
GIRY
Se na hora...
CARLOTTA/PIANGI
Que triste maratona
Vive a prima donna
E basta um resfriado
E tudo está acabado.
Tudo é sempre só
Pra conseguir um dó
Pois só importa a
ópera!
FIRMIN/ANDRE:
Mas será que a diva enfim perdoará
A corista que
deitou com o patrocinador
a artista e o patrão
arderam de paixão,
mas ele vai negar e ela vai chorar,
parece um dramalhão
Com tanta enrolação,
Mas se alguém cantar
Em língua de além mar
Ã? o tipo da idéia que atrai platéia,
Eis então a ópera! Eis então a opera! A ópera
Prima donna
o mundo aos vossos pés
Toda nação
de coração
vos aguarda!
TODOS:
Luz sobre o
palco que a voz vai brilhar.
A prima donna...
a cantar!
VOZ DO FANTASMA
Então agora é guerra entre nós.
Se minhas exigências não forem atendidas, um desastre além da imaginação irá acontecer!
TODOS
A cantar!
the phantom of the opera - i remember/ stranger than you dreamt it
I remember there was mist ...
swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake ...
There were candles all around,
and on the lake there was a boat,
and in the boat there was a man ...
Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?
Damn you!
You little prying
Pandora!
You little demon - is this what you wanted to see?
Curse you!
You little lying Delilah!
You little viper - now you cannot ever be free!
Damn you ...
Curse you ...
Stranger than you dreamt it -
can you even dare to look or bear to
think of me:
this loathsome gargoyle, who
burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven,
secretly ...
secretly ...
But, Christine ...
Fear can
Turn to love - you'll learn to see,
to find the man behind the monster: this ...
repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty,
secretly ...
secretly ...
Oh, Christine ...
Come we must return -
those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.
the phantom of the opera - poor fool he makes me laugh
Confidante:
They say that this youth has set my lady's heart aflame!
1st fop:
His lordship sure would die of shock!
2nd fop:
His lordship is a laughing-stock!
Confidante:
Should he suspect her, god protect her!
All three:
Shame! shame! shame!
This faithless lady's bound for hades!
Shame! shame! shame!
Countess:
Serafimo, your disguise is perfect. why, who can this be?
Don attilio:
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband.
My love, I am called to england on affairs of state,
And must leave you with your new maid.
Though I'd gladly take the maid with me.
Countess:
The old fool's leaving!
Serafimo! away with this pretense!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Time I tried to get a better better half!
Countess and chorus:
Poor fool, he doesn't know!
If he knew the truth hed never ever go!
Phantom:
Did I not instruct that box five was to be kept empty?
Meg:
He's here, the phantom of the opera
Christine:
It's him!
Carlotta:
Your part is silent, little toad!
Phantom:
A toad, madame? perhaps it is you who are the toad!
Carlotta:
Serafimo! away with this pretense!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my... croak!
Poor fool, he makes me laugh!... croak! croak!
Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize,
the performance will continue in ten minutes' time ...
... when the role of the Countess will be played by
Miss Christine Daae.
Meanwhile, we'd like to give you the ballet from
Act Three of tonight's opera.
Are you alright?
Raoul, we're not safe here
Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats.
Do not panic.
It was an accident ... simply an accident
the phantom of the opera - don juan
CHORUS:
Here the sire may serve the dam,
Here the master takes his meat!
Here the sacrificial lamb butters one despairing bleat!
CARLOTTA AND CHORUS:
Poor young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill, tangled in the winding sheets!
Serve the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that,
When tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again!
DON JUAN:
Passarino, faithful friend, once again recite the plan.
PASSARINO:
Your young guest believes I'm you. I, the master, you, the man.
DON JUAN:
When you met you wore my cloak, she could not have seen your face.
She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place!
Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine.
When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine
PASSARINO:
You come home! I use your voice, slam the door like crack of doom!
DON JUAN:
I shall say, "come hide with me! Where, oh, where? Of course, my room!"
PASSARINO:
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
DON JUAN:
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh
AMINTA:
No thoughts within her head, but thoughts of joy!
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!
PASSARINO:
Master?
PHANTOM:
Passarino, go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey!
the phantom of the opera - the music of the night
Night-time sharpens,
Heightens each sensation...
Darkness stirs,
And awakes the imagination
Silently the senses
Abandon their defenses...
Slowly, gently
Night unfurls its splendour...
Grasp it, sense it -
Tremulous and tender...
Turn your face away
From the garish light of day,
Turn your thoughts away
From cold, unfeeling light -
And listen to
The music of the night...
Close your eyes
And surrender to your
Darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
Of the life
You knew before!
Close your eyes,
Let your spirit
Start to soar!
And you'll live
As you've never
Lived before...
Softly, deftly,
Music shall caress you...
Hear it, feel it,
Secretly possess you...
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness that
You know you cannot fight -
The darkness of
The music of the night
Let your mind
Start a journey through a
Strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts
Of the life
You knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
Long to be!
Only then
Can you belong
To me...
Floating, falling,
Sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me,
Savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin
Let your darker side give in
To the power of
The music that I write -
The power of
The music of the night...
You alone
Can make my song take flight -
Help me make
The music of the night...
the phantom of the opera - till i hear you sing
The day starts, the day ends
Time crawls by
Night steals in, pacing the floor
The moments creep,
Yet I cant bear to sleep
Till I hear you sing
And weeks pass, and months pass
Seasons fly
Still you dont walk through the door
And in a haze
I count the silent days
Till I hear you sing once more.
And sometimes at night time
I dream that you are there
But wake holding nothing but the empty air
And years come, and years go
Time runs dry
Still I ache down to the core
My broken soul
Cant be alive and whole
Till I hear you sing once more
And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn and it fades away and you're not her
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass
Let them die
Without you, what are they for?
Ill always feel
No more than halfway real
Till I hear you sing once more
the phantom of the opera - magical lasso
BUQUET:
Like yellow parchment is his skin
A great black hole serves as the nose that never grew
You must be always on your guard
Or he will catch you with his magical lasso!
GIRY:
Those who speak of what they know, find too late that prudent silence is wise
Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue! Keep your hand at the level of your eye!
the phantom of the opera - prologue
Madame Giry: Phantasma, city of wonders. Mr. Y presents marvelous astonishments, human prodigies. Ha. The Oolala Girl, five performances daily. Christine Daae, the soprano of the century. Gone, all gone
Fleck: Yes, ther's nothing left, nothing but ghosts, but I knew you'd come back, Madame Giry.
Madame Giry: You, you're still here.
Fleck: Of course we're still here, the freaks, the monsters, the bizarre. Where else could we exist but here? And after the tragedy, after the master disappeared with the child, after the fire that consumed everything.
Madame Giry: His dream. Our dream.
Fleck: Remember how it was? Remember?
Coney Isle.
Glistening and glimmering
Rising bright
Drenched with light
See it smile
Beckoning and shimmering
All agleam
Like a dream
Fleck and Madame Giry: Every fantasy set free
Sun rising by the sea
Madame Giry: Coney isle
Miracle and miracle
Lead and sound
All around
Mile by mile
Loud and lured and lyrical
Thrill and thrill
Never still
All America was there
Bigger next to billionaire
In they came
Chasing sensation and romance
Eyes aflame
Desperate for pleasure yet unknown
Night and day
Pouring in by a hundreds and thousands
Swept away
As if every desire was made real
the phantom of the opera - overture/hannibal
This trophy from our saviours,
From our saviours
From the enslaving force of Rome!
With feasting and dancing and singing,
tonight in celebration,
we greet the victorious throng,
returned to bring salvation!
The trumpets of Carthage resound!
Hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to our step on the ground!
Hear the drums -
Hannibal comes!
Sad to return to find the land we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp.
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of Chalumeau's 'Hannibal'.
M. Lefevre, I am rehearsing.
M. Reyer, Mme. Giry, ladies and gentlemen, please, if I can have your attention, thank you
As you know, for some weeks there have been rumours of my imminent retirement.
I can now tell you that these were all true, and it is my pleasure to introduce to you
the two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populaire, M. Richard Firmin and M. Gilles Andre.
And we're deeply honored to introduce our new patron, the Vicomte de Chagny
My parents and I are honored to support all the arts
Especially the world-renowned Opera Populaire
Gentlemen, Signora Carlitta Guidicelli, our leading soprano for five seasons now.
Signor Ubaldo Piangi.
An honour, Signor. I believe I'm keeping you for your rehearsal
I will be here this evening to share your great triumph
My apologies, monsieur
Thank you, M. Le Vicomte, once more, if you please, Signor
He love me
We take a particular pride here in the excellence of our ballets, monsieur
I see why, especially the little blonde angel
My daughter, Meg Giry
And that exceptional beauty, no relation I trust
Christine Daae, promising talent, M. Firmin, very promising
Daae, you say? No relation to the famous Swedish violinist?
His only child, an orphan at seven when she came to live and train in the Ballet Dormitory.
An orphan, you said?
Bid welcome to Hannibal's guests -
the elephants of Carthage!
As guides on our conquering quests,
Dido sends
Hannibals friends!
The trumpeting elephants sound -
hear, Romans, now and tremble!
Hark to their step on the ground -
hear the drums!
Hannibal comes!
the phantom of the opera - think of me
Christine:
Think of me
Think of me fondly, when
We've said goodbye
Remember me
Once in a while, please
Promise me you'll try
When you find,
That once again you long
To take your heart back,
And be free
If you ever find a moment,
Spare a thought for me
We never said
Our love was evergreen
Or as unchanging as the sea...
But if you can still remember,
Stop and think of me
Think of all the things
We've shared and seen,
Don't think about the way things
Might have been
Think of me
Think of me waking, silent
And resigned...
Imagine me, trying too hard to
Put you from my mind...
Recall those days,
Look back on all those times,
Think of the things
We'll never do...
There will never be a day when
I won't think of you
Raoul:
Can it be,
Can it be christine...
Bravo!
What a change!
You're really not a bit
The gawkish girl
That once you were...
She may not remember me
But I remember her...
Christine:
We never said
Our love was evergreen,
Or as unchanging as the sea...
But please promise me,
That sometimes
You will think of me!
(long ago,
It seems so long ago
How young and inocent we were
She may not remember me
But I remember her...
Christine:
Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade
They have their seasons, so do we
But, please, promise me
That sometimes
You will think of me..)
the phantom of the opera - notes
FIRMIN: "Mystery after gala night"
It says "Mystery of soprano's flight"
"Mystified," all the papers say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad news on soprano's scene
First, Carlotta; now, Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold
Gossip's worth its weight in gold...
What a way to run a business
Spare me these unending trials
Half your cast disappears
But the croud still cheers
Opera... To hell with Gluck and Hendel
Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit!
ANDRE: Damnable! Will they all walk out?
This is damnable!
FIRMIN: Andre, please, don't shout!
It's publicity and the take is vast'
Free publicity!
ANDRE: But we have no cast!
FIRMIN: Andre, have you seen the queue?
Ah, it seems you've got one too (indicates the envelope he is holding)
ANDRE: "Dear Andre, what a charming gala!
Christine was, in a word, sublime
We were hardly bereaft when Carlotta left
On that note, the diva is a disaster
Must you cast her when she's seasons past her prime?"
FIRMIN: "Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the Ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: No one likes a debtor so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
BOTH: Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain...
FIRMIN: These are both signed "O.G."
ANDRE: Who the hell is he?
BOTH: Opera Ghost!
FIRMIN: It's nothing short of shocking
ANDRE: He is mocking our position
FIRMIN: In addition he wants money
FIRMIN: What a funny aberration
BOTH: To expect a large retainer
Nothing plainer - he is clearly quite insane!
RAOUL: Where is she?
ANDRE: You mean Carlotta?
RAOUL: I mean Miss Daae
Where is she?
FIRMIN: Well, how should we know?
RAOUL: I want an answer!
I take it that you sent me this note
FIRMIN: What's all this nonsense?
ANDRE: Of course not!
FIRMIN: Don't look at us!
RAOUL: She's not with you, then?
FIRMIN: Of course not!
ANDRE: We're in the dark
RAOUL: Monsieur, don't argue!
Isn't this the letter you wrote?
FIRMIN: And what is it that we're meant to have wrote... written?
ANDRE: "Do not fear for Miss Daae
The Angel of Music has her under his wings
Make no attempt to see her again"
RAOUL: If you didn't write it, then who did?
CARLOTTA: Where is he?
ANDRE: Oh, welcome back!
CARLOTTA: Your precious patron
Where is he?
RAOUL: What is it now?
CARLOTTA: I have your letter
A letter which I rather resent
FIRMIN: And did you send it?
RAOUL: Of course not!
ANDRE: As if he would!
CARLOTTA: You didn't send it?
RAOUL: Of course not!
FIRMIN: What's going on?
CARLOTTA: You dare to tell me that this is not the letter you sent?
RAOUL: And what is it that I meant to have sent?
"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered
Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight
Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to take her place"
FIRMIN AND ANDRE: Far too many notes for my taste
And most of them about Christine
All we've heard since we came is Miss Daae's name...
MADAME GIRY: Miss Daae has returned
FIRMIN: I hope no worse for wear as far as we're concerned
ANDRE: Where precisely is she now?
MADAME GIRY: I thought it best she was alone
MEG: She needed rest
RAOUL: May I see her?
MADAME GIRY: No, monsieur, she will see no one
CARLOTTA AND UBALDO: Will she sing? Will she sing?
MADAME GIRY: Here, I have a note.
EVERYBODY: Let me see it!
FIRMIN: Please...
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature detailing how my theatre is to be run.
You have not followed my instructions; I shall give you one last chance
Christine Daae has returned to you and I am anxious her career should progress
In the new production of Il Muto you will, therefore, cast Carlotta as the pageboy and put Miss Daae in the role of Countess
The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal
The role of the pageboy is silent which makes my casting, in a word, ideal
I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in box five
Which will be kept empty for me
Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur.
I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant...
O.G."
CARLOTTA: Christine!
FIRMIN AND ANDRE: Whatever next...?
CARLOTTA: It's all a plot to help Christine!
FIRMIN: This is insane!
CARLOTTA: I know who sent this!
The Vicomte, her lover!
RAOUL: Indeed? Can you believe this?
FIRMIN: Signora! Signora!
ANDRE: You are our star
FIRMIN: And always will be!
ANDRE: Signora!
FIRMIN: The man is mad!
ANDRE: We don't take orders
FIRMIN: Miss Daae will be playing the pageboy, the silent role
FIRMIN AND ANDRE: Carlotta will be playing the lead!
the phantom of the opera - wishing you were somehow here again
You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seen, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.
the phantom of the opera - learn to be lonely
Child of the wilderness
Born into emptiness
Learn to be lonely
Learn to find your way in darkness
Who will be there for you?
Comfort and care for you?
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dream
That out in the world
There are arms to hold you
Youâ??ve always known
Your heart was on itâ??s own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to be lonely
Learn how to love
Life that is lived
Alone
Learn to be lonely
Learn to be your one companion
Never dream
That out in the world
There are arms to hold you
Youâ??ve always known
Your heart was on itâ??s own
So laugh in your loneliness
Child of the wilderness
Learn to be lonely
Learn how to love
Life that is lived
Alone
the phantom of the opera - all i ask of you
Raoul
No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you
My words will warm and calm you.
Let me be your freedom,
Let daylight dry your tears.
I'm here, with you, beside you,
To guard you and to guide you
Christine
Say you love me
Every waking moment
Turn my head with talk of summertime
Say you need me with you, now and always
Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I ask of you
Raoul
Let me be your shelter
Let me be your light.
You're safe: no one will find you
Your fears are far behind you
Christine
All I want is freedom
A World with no more night
And you always beside me
To hold me and to hide me
Raoul
Then say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Let me lead you from your solitude
Say you need me with you here, beside you
Anywhere you go, let me go too
That's all I ask of you
Christine
Say you'll share with me
One love, one lifetime
Both
Say the word and I will follow you
Share each day with me, each night, each morning
Christine
Say you love me
Raoul
you know I do
Both
Love me
That's all I ask of you
Both
Anywhere you go let me go too
Love me
That's all I ask of you
the phantom of the opera - masquerade
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade . . .
Masquerade!
Hide your face,
so the world will
never find you!
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade . . .
Masquerade!
Look around -
there's another
mask behind you!
Flash of mauve . . .
Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . .
Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . .
Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . .
Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride
on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . .
Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . .
Who is who . . . ?
Curl of lip . . .
Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . .
Face of clown . . .
Faces . . .
Drink it in, drink it up,
till you've drowned
in the light . . .
in the sound . . .
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows,
spinning reds . . .
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!
Masquerade!
Burning glances,
turning heads . . .
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!
Masquerade!
Seething shadows
breathing lies . . .
Masquerade!
You can fool
any friend who
ever knew you!
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs,
peering eyes . . .
Masquerade!
Run and hide -
but a face will
still pursue you!
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