Notes / Twisted Every Way - Original London Cast

Written by：Andrew Lloyd Webber

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

"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

Angel of music

Fear my fury

Here is where you fall

Hear my warning

Fear his fury

What glory can

She hope to gain

It's clear to all

The girl's insane

Christine sings

We'll get our man

She is crazy

She is raving

If Christine helps

Us in this plan

Say your prayers

Black angel of death

Please don't

If Christine won't

Then no-one can

Monsieur I beg you

Do not do this

Gran Dio

Che imbroglio

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 for ever

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

Till 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

What does it matter

What notes we sing

Have patience Signora

No-one will know if it is right

Or if it is wrong

No-one will care if it is right

Or if it is wrong

Those who tangle

With Don Juan

Those who tan tan

Is right

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