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AUCTIONEER
Sold. Your number, sir? Thank you. 665, ladies and gentlemen: a papier-mache musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian robes playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order. PORTER (holding it up) Showing here. (He sets it in motion) AUCTIONEER My I start at twenty francs? Fifteen, then? Fifteen I am bid. (the bidding continues. RAOUL. eventually buys the box for thirty francs) Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Chagny. Thank you, sir. (The box is handed across to RAOUL. He studies it, as attention focuses on him for a moment) RAOUL (quietly, half to himself, half to the box) A collector's piece indeed . . . every detail exactly as she said . . . She often spoke of you, my friend .... Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead... Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead? (Attention returns to the AUCTIONEER, as he resumes) AUCTIONEER Lot 666, then: a chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera: a mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re- assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen? |
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| 2. |
| 7:26 |
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This is Control, this is Control
All trains hear this, all trains hear this All trains to racing mode, all trains to racing mode Tonight is race night, tonight is race night All change All change All change |
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| 3. |
| 6:34 |
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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 things which 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 Can it be Can it be Christine Bravo Long ago it seems so long ago How young and innocent we were She may not remember me but I remember Flowers fade the fruit of summer fade They have the season so do we But please promise me that sometimes you will think of me |
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| 4. |
| 3:00 |
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PHANTOM
Brava, brava, bravissima... MEG: Christine, Christine... (Phantom: Christine...) Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect! I only wish I knew your secret! Who is your great tutor? CHRISTINE: Father once spoke of an angel I used to dream he'd appear Now as I sing, I can sense him And I know he's here Here in this room he calls me softly somewhere inside, hiding Somehow I know he's always with me he - the unseen genius MEG: Christine, you must have been dreaming, stories like this can't come true Christine, you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you! CHRISTINE: Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory! MEG(to herself): Who is this angel? This... BOTH: Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Secret and strange angel CHRISTINE: He's with me, even now... MEG: Your hands are cold... CHRISTINE: All around me... MEG: Your face, Christine, it's white... CHRISTINE: It frightens me... MEG: Don't be frightened... |
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Insolent boy !
This slave of fashion basking in your glory Ignorant fool ! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph Angel I hear you Speak - I listen ... stay by my side, guide me Angel, my soul was weak - forgive me ... enter at last Master Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide Look at your face in the mirror - I am there inside Angel of Music Guide and guardian Grant to me your Glory Angel of Music Hide no looger Come to me, strange Angel ... I am your Angel of Music Come to me Angel of Music ... |
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| 4:23 |
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[Christine] In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again? For now I find The phantom of the opera is there Inside my mind [Phantom] Sing once again with me Our strange duet My power over you Grows stronger yet And though you turn from me To glance behind The phantom of the opera is there Inside your mind [Christine] Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear [Phantom] It's me they hear [Both] My/Your spirit and my/your voice In one combined The phantom of the opera is there Inside my/your mind [Chorus] Beware The phantom of the opera [Christine] He's there The phantom of the opera [Phantom] Sing, my angel of music Sing, my angel ! Sing for me ! |
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| 7. |
| 5:38 |
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Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation . . . Darkness stirs and wakes imagination . . . Silently the senses abandon their defences . . . 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 surround you . . . Feel it, hear it, closing in around you . . . Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which 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 world 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 . . . 0. |
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| 8. |
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BACKSTAGE
(BUQUET mysteriously appears, a length of fabric serving as a cloak, and a piece of rope as the Punjab lasso. He is showing off to the BALLET GIRLS) BUQUET Like yellow parchment is his skin . . . a great black hole served as the nose that never grew . . . (Demonstrating his method of self-defence against the Punjab lasso, he inserts his hand between his neck and the noose, and then pulls the rope taut. With a mixture of horror and delight, the BALLET GIRLS applaud this demonstration) (explaining to them) You must be always on your guard, or he will catch you with his magical lasso! (A trap opens up centre stage casting a shadow of the PHANTOM as he emerges. The GIRLS, linking hands, run off terrified. The PHANTOM, leading CHRISTINE, fixes his stare on BUQUET. Sweeping his cape around CHRISTINE, he exits with her But before they go GIRY has entered, observing. She turns on BUQUET) GIRY Those who speak of what they know find, too late, that prudent silence is wise. Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue he will burn you with the heat of his eyes . . |
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| 10:04 |
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"Mystery after gala night," if says, "Mystery
of soprano's flight!" "Mystified baffled Surete say, we are mystified - we suspect foul play!" (He lowers the paper) Bad news on soprano 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 crowd still cheers! Opera! To hell with Gluck and Handel - It's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles! (ANDRE bursts in, in a temper) Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable! Andre, please don't shout . . .It's publicity! And the take is vast! Free publicity! But we have no cast . . . But Andre, have you seen the queue? (He has been sorting mail on his desk. Finding the two letters from the PHANTOM): Oh, it seems you've got one too . . . (He hands the letter to ANDRE, who opens it and reads) "Dear Andre what a charming gala! Christine enjoyed a great success! We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left - otherwise the chorus was entrancing, but the dancing was a lamentable mess!" "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!" Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain! These are both signed "O.G." . . . Who the hell is he? BOTH (immediately realizing) Opera ghost! It's really not amusing! He's abusing our position! In addition he wants money! He's a funny sort of spectre . . . . . . to expect a large retainer! Nothing plainer - he is clearly quite insane! (They are interrupted by the arrival of RAOUL, who brandishes another of the PHANTOM'S notes) Where is she? You mean Carlotta? I mean Miss Daae - where is she? Well, how should we know? I want an answer - I take it that you sent me this note? What's all this nonsense? Of course not! Don't look at us! She's not with you, then? Of course not! We're in the dark . . . Monsieur, don't argue - Isn't this the letter you wrote? And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote? (Realizing his mistake) Written ! (RAOUL hands the note to ANDRE, who reads it) "Do not fear for Miss Daae. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again." (The MANAGERS look mystified) If you didn't write it, who did? (CARLOTTA bursts in. She too has a letter, which has cheered her no more than the others) Where is he? Ah, welcome back! Your precious patron - where is he? What is it now? I have your letter - a letter which I rather resent! And did you send it? Of course not! As if he would! You didn't send it? Of course not! What's going on . . .? You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent ? ! And what is it that I'm meant to have sent? (RAOUL takes the letter and reads it) "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." (The MANAGERS are beginning lo tire of the intrigue) 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 . . . (GIRY suddenly appears, accompanied by MEG) GIRY Miss Daae has returned. FIRMIN (drily) I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned. ANDRE Where precisely is she now? GIRY I thought it best that she went home . . . MEG She needed rest. RAOUL May I see her? GIRY No, monsieur, she will see no-one. CARLOTTA Will she sing? Will she sing? GIRY Here, I have a note . . . RAOUL/CARLOTTA/ANDRE Let me see it! FIRMIN (snatching it) Please! (Opens the letter and reads. The PHANTOM'S voice gradually lakes over) "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 . . ." PHANTOM'S VOICE (taking over) 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. FIRMIN (taking over) "I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G." CARLOTTA Christine! ANDRE Whatever next . . .? CARLOTTA It's all a ploy to help Christine! FIRMIN This is insane . . . CARLOTTA I know who sent this: (pointing an accusing finger) The Vicomte - her lover! RAOUL (ironical) Indeed? (to the OTHERS) Can you believe this? ANDRE (to CARLOTTA, in protest) Signora! CARLOTTA (half to the MANAGERS, half to herself) O traditori! FIRMIN (to CARLOTTA) This is a joke! ANDRE This changes nothing! CARLOTTA O mentitori! FIRMIN 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 (announcing it to EVERYONE) Miss Daae will be playing the Pageboy - the silent role . . . ANDRE/FIRMIN Carlotta will be playing the lead! CARLOTTA (waxing melodramatic) It's useless trying to appease me! You're only saying this to please me! Signori, e vero? Non, non, non voglio udire ! Lasciatemi morire! O padre mio! Dio! GIRY Who scorn his word, beware to those . . . CARLOTTA (to MANAGERS) You have reviled me! GIRY The angel sees, the angel knows . . . RAOUL Why did Christine fly from my arms . . .? CARLOTTA You have rebuked me! ANDRE/FIRMIN Signora, pardon us . . . CARLOTTA You have replaced me! ANDRE/FIRMIN Please, Signora, we beseech you . . . GIRY This hour shall see your darkest fears . . . MEG/RAOUL I must see her . . . CARLOTTA Abbandonata! Deseredata! O, sventurata! GIRY The angel knows, the angel hears . . . RAOUL Where did she go . . .? CARLOTTA Abbandonata! Disgraziata! ANDRE/FIRMIN Signora, sing for us! Don't be a martyr . . . RAOUL/GIRY/MEG What new surprises lie in store . . .? ANDRE/FIRMIN Our star . . .! CARLOTTA Non vo' cantar! (ALL look at CARLOTTA, as the MANAGERS approach her lovingly ----------------------------------------------- ANDR' Your public needs you! FIRMIN We need you, too! CARLOTTA Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue? ANDR'/FIRMIN Signora, no! The world wants you! ANDR'/FIRMIN Prima donna, first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you! ANDR' Can you bow out when they're shouting your name? FIRMIN Think of how they all adore you! BOTH Prima donna, enchant us once again! ANDR' Think of your muse... FIRMIN And of the queues round the theatre! BOTH Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more! RAOUL Christine spoke of an angel... CARLOTTA Prima donna, your song shall live again! ANDR'/FIRMIN Think of your public! CARLOTTA You took a snub, but there's a public who needs you! GIRY She has heard the voice of the angel of music... ANDR'/FIRMIN Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel! CARLOTTA Think of their cry of undying support! RAOUL Is this her angel of music...? ANDR' We get our opera... FIRMIN She gets her limelight! CARLOTTA Follow where the limelight leads you! MEG Is this ghost an angel or madman...? RAOUL *Angel or madman...? ANDR'/FIRMIN Leading ladies are a trial! CARLOTTA Prima donna, your song shall never die! MEG Voice of hell, or of heaven...? GIRY Heaven help you, those who doubt... CARLOTTA You'll sing again, and to an unending ovation! RAOUL Orders! Warnings! Lunatic demands! GIRY This miscasting will invite damnation... ANDR'/FIRMIN Tears...oaths... lunatic demands are regular occurrences! MEG Bliss or damnation? Which has claimed her...? CARLOTTA Think how you'll shine in that final encore! Sing, prima donna, once more! GIRY Oh fools, to have flouted his warnings! RAOUL Surely, for her sake... MEG Surely, he'll strike back... ANDR'/FIRMIN Surely, there'll be further scenes - worse than this! GIRY Think, before these demands are rejected! RAOUL ...I must see these demands are rejected! MEG ...if his threats and demands are rejected! ANDR'/FIRMIN Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl, who's gone and slept with the patron? Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in love's duet! Although he may demur, he must have been with her! MEG/RAOUL Christine must be protected! CARLOTTA O, fortunata! Non ancor abbandonata! ANDR'/FIRMIN You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue, it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera! RAOUL His game is over! GIRY This is a game you cannot hope to win! RAOUL And in Box Five a new game will begin... GIRY For, if his curse is on this opera... MEG But if his curse is on this opera... ANDR'/FIRMIN Prima donna, the world is at your feet! A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated! CARLOTTA The stress that falls upon a famous prima donna! Terrible diseases, coughs and colds and sneezes! Still, the driest throat will reach the highest note, in search of perfect opera! MEG/GIRY ...then I fear the outcome... RAOUL Christine plays the Pageboy, Carlotta plays the Countess... GIRY ...should you dare to... MEG ...when you once again... ALL Light up the stage with that age-old rapport! Sing, prima donna, once more! PHANTOM (spoken) So, it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur! ALL Once more! |
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| 6:13 |
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Gentlemen, if you would care to take your seats?
I shall be sitting in Box Five Do you really think that's wise, monsieur? My dear Andre, there would apeear to be no seats available, other than Box Five... Serafimo - away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence! Poor fool, he makes me laugh! Haha, Haha! etc Time I tried to get a better better half! Poor fool, he doesn't know! Hoho, Hoho! etc If he knew the truth, he'd never, ever go! Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty? It's him... I know it... it's him... Your part is silent, little toad! A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad... Serafimo, away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my croak! Poor fool, he makes me laugh - Hahahahaha! Croak, croak, croak Croak, croak, croak, etc Behold! She is singing to bring down the chandelier! Ladies and gentlemen The performance will continue in ten minutes' time... When the role of the Countess will be sung by Miss Christine Daae In the meantime, ladies and gentlemen We shall be giving you the ballet from Act Three of tonight's opera Maestro - the ballet - now! |
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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, deside you, to guard you and to guide you. 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. Let me be your shelter, let me be your light you're safe, no one will find you, your fears are far behind you. All I want in freedom, a world with no more night, and you, always beside me, to hold me and to hide me. 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, Christine, that's all I ask of you Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Say the word and I will follow you. Share each day with me, each night, each morning. Say you love me! You know I do. Love me, that's all I ask of you. Anywhere you go, let me go too, Love me, that's all I ask of you. |
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PHANTOM I gave you my music . . . made your song take wing . . . and now, how you've repaid me: denied me and betrayed me . . . He was bound to love you when he heard you sing . . . Christine ... Christine ... RAOUL/CHRISTINE (offstage) Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . . say the word and I will follow you . . . Share each day with me, each night, each morning . . . PHANTOM You will curse the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you . . .! (As the roof of the opera house disappears, the opera curtain closes and the PRINCIPALS in 'Il Muto' appear through it for their bows, CHRISTINE conspicuously dressed in CARLOTTA'S costume. simultaneously, we hear the maniacal laughter of the PHANTOM and see him high above the stage, perilously rocking the chandelier. The lights of the chandelier begin flickering and, at a great cry from him, it descends, swinging more and more madly over the orchestra pit) PHANTOM Go! ! |
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| 8:38 |
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<P>[Firmin]
Dear Andre, what a splendid party! [Andre] The prologue to a bright new year! [Firmin] Quite a night! I'm impressed! Well, one does one's best . . . [Andre/Firmin] (making a toast) Here's to us! [Firmin] I must say, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom' fellow isn't here! (The guests are arriving to join the party. </P><P>Some of them bring some musical instruments - </P><P>a monkey music box, a triangle, a drum, etc.) [Chorus] 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 [Raoul/Christine] But who can name the face [All] 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 (Andre, Firmin, Meg Giry, Piangi, and Carlotta come to the fore) [Giry] What a night [Meg] What a crowd! [Andre] Makes you glad! [Firmin] Makes you proud! All the creme de la creme! [Carlotta] Watching us watching them! [Meg/Giry] And all our fears are in the past! [Andre] Six months [Piangi] Of relief! [Carlotta] Of delight! [Andre/Firmin] Of Elysian peace! [Meg/Giry] And we can breathe at last! [Carlotta] No more notes! [Piangi] No more ghost! [Giry] Here's a health! [Andre] Here's a toast: to a prosperous year! [Firmin] To the new chandelier! [Piangi/Carlotta] And may its splendour never fade! [Firmin] Six months! [Giry] What a joy! [Meg] What a change! [Firmin/Andre] What a blessed release! [Andre] And what a masquerade! (Christine and Raoul join them. </P><P>Christine is proud of her engagement ring from </P><P>Raoul that is attached on her necklace) [Christine] Think of it! A secret engagement! Look - your future bride! Just think of it! [Raoul] But why is it secret? What have we to hide? [Christine] Please, let's not fight [Raoul] Christine, you're free! [Christine] Wait till the time is right [Raoul] When will that be? It's an engagement, not a crime! Christine, What are you afraid of? [Christine] Let's not argue [Raoul] Let's not argue [Christine] Please pretend [Raoul] I can only hope I'll . . . [Christine] You will . . . [Both] . . . understand in time (It is dance time now. In her panicky situation, </P><P>Christine sees Phantom's face in every male she dances with. </P><P>Raoul at last catches her.) [All] 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! Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you! Masquerade! Grinning yellows, spinning reds Masquerade! Take your fill - let the spectacle astound you! </P> |
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CHRISTINE:
To my father's grave, please. In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name... Little Lotte thought of everything and nothing Her Father promised her that he would send her the Angel of Music Her father promised her… Her father promised her... |
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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, seem, 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. |
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Phantom:
Wandering child, So lost, so helpless Yearning for my guidance Christine: Angel or father? Friend or phantom? Who is it there, staring? Phantom: Have you forgotten your Angel? Christine: Angel, oh, speak What endless longings Echo in this whisper! Phantom: Too long you've wandered in winter Far from my fathering gaze... Christine: Wildly my mind beats against you... Phantom: You resist.... Phantom/Christine: Yet your/the soul obeys... Phantom/Christine: Angel of Music, You/I denied me/you! Turning from true beauty! Angel of Music! Do not shun me/My protecter! Come to your/me strange Angel... Phantom: I am your Angel of Music... Come to me; Angel of Music.... Raoul(spoken): No, Christine, wait! Wait! Christine(spoken): Raoul! Raoul(spoken): Whatever you may(Draws sword) believe, this man - this thing - is not your father! (The Phantom Jumps out and swings his sword. Raoul and Erik the Phantom sword fight. Erik the Phantom stabs Raoul in the arm. Raoul happens to pin Erik the Phantom down. Before Raoul can stab him, Christine stops him) Christine: No, Raoul! No. Not like this. (They look at Erik the Phantom for a minute. Raoul puts away his sword, they get on his horse and ride off) Phantom(Spoken, angrily) Now, let it be war upon you both. |
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(The whole thing is spoken)
(The Phantom Jumps out with a sword. He kicks Raoul over. Raoul Jumps up with his sword) Phantom: (Still fighting) Bravo, Monsieur! You've figured out my secret! Such spirited words! (Swings sword at Raoul) Raoul: (Grunts) Phantom: Let's see, Monsieur, how fare you dare go! (Another swing) (They sword fight) (Raoul Jumps away and falls over) (The Phantom Jumps at Raoul as he's still down) (Raoul Jumps up and begins to sword fight) (They fight all around the graveyard) Raoul: Stay back! Phantom: That's right, that's right, Monsieur! Keep fighting this way! (Two more swings) Raoul: You can't win her love by making her your prisoner! Leave her alone! Phantom: I'm here, I'm here, Monsieur: The Angel of Death! C'mon, c'mon, Monsieur, don't stop! Don't stop! Keep fighting! Swing at me, Monsieur! (They get their swords caught together in something. Erik the Phantom pushes Raoul away to break them) (The Phantom happens to stab Raoul in the arm) (Raoul falls to the ground) (The Phantom Jumps on Raoul and tries to Jamb his sword into Raoul. Roul holds the sword up. The Phantom happens to cut down RAOUL's chest a bit) Raoul: (Groans in pain) CHRISTINE: Raoul! PHANTOM: And now, Monsieur! You shall die. (Raoul continues to hold the sword up with one hand. He reaches his arm out for his sword and finally grabs hold of it and swipes the Phantom off him) RAOUL: Now we end this! (They continue to sword fight) (Raoul knocks the Phantom back to the ground, kicks his sword away and is about to stab him) CHRISTINE No, Raoul...(Raoul looks at Christine) no! Not like this. (Raoul looks at the Phantom one last time) (Raoul puts his sword away then Raoul lifts Christine onto his horse. The Phantom gets up) Phantom: DON'T GO! (Raoul and Christine exit. As they are exiting, the PHANTOM declaims in fury) (He has been foiled again): PHANTOM: Now let it be war upon you both! (At a gesture from the PHANTOM, there is a flash of lighting and the stage erupts into flame) |
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| 3:55 |
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Raoul:
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 Andre: We're listening... Firmin: Go on. Raoul: We shall play his game Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace For if Miss Daae sings He is certain to attend Andre: We are certain the doors are barred Firmin: We are certain the police are there Raoul: We are certain they're armed Raoul/Andre/Firmin: The curtain falls His reign will end! Christine(spoken): Raoul, I'm frightened... Don't make me do this 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. (sung)And he'll always be there, singing songs in my head... He'll always be there, singing songs in my head... Raoul: You said yourself, He was nothing but a man... Yet while he lives, He will haunt us 'til we're dead. Christine: 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 Raoul: Christine, Christine Don't think that I don't care But every hope, and every prayer rests on you now Phantom: Seal my fate tonight I hate to have to cut the fun short But the joke's wearing thin Let the audience in Let my opera begin! |
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| 4:00 |
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Here the sire may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! here the sacrifical lamb utters one dispairing 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 (PIANGI) Passarino faithful friend, once again recite the plan PASSARINO your young guest believes I'm you- I, the master, you the man, DON JUAN(PIANGI) 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 (PIANGI) i shall say, "come hide with me! where oh where? of course my room" PASSARINO poor thing hasn't got a chance DON JUAN(PIANGI) here's my hat, my cloak and sword. comquest is assured, if i do not forget myself and laugh *laughs* AMINTA(CHRISTINE) "...no thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy. no dreams within her heart, but dreams of love." PASSARINO master? DON JUAN(PHANTOM) (spoken-ish)passarino- go away! for the trap is set and waits for his prey You have come here In pursuit of your deepest urge In pursuit of that wish which till now Has been (suddenly gets soft)silent Silent. (suddenly loud)I have brought you That our passions may fuse and merge In your mind you've already succumbed to me, dropped all defenses Completely succumbed to me Now you are here with me No second thoughts (softer)You've decided Decided. |
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| 6:44 |
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DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . . I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defences completely succumbed to me - now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no backward glances: our games of make believe are at an end . . . Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us . . .? Past the point of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return . . . AMINTA (CHRISTINE) You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . . I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . . In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .? BOTH Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . . We've passed the point of no return . . . |
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| 14:32 |
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| 2:27 |
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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. You've always known: Your heart was on it's own. So laugh in your lonelyness, Child of the wilderness. Learn to be lonely, Learn how to love life that is lived alone, Learn to be lonely. Life can be lived, life can be loved alone |
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