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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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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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The naming of cats is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games You may think that I'm as mad as a hatter When I tell you a cat must have three different names First of all, there's the name that the family use daily Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo, or James Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Baily - All of them sensible, everyday names There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter - But all of them sensible, everyday names But I tell you a cat needs a name that's particular A name that's peculiar, and more dignified Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo or Coricopat Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum - Names that never belong to more than one cat But above and beyond there's still one name left over And that is the name that you never will guess; The name that no human research can discover But the cat himself knows, and will never confess When you notice a cat in profound meditation The reason, I tell you , is always the same His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name His ineffable, effable, effanineffable Deep and inscrutable singular name Name, name, name, name, name, name |
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Jellicle cats come out tonight
Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle Moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle Moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle Moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats meet once a year At the Jellicle Ball where we all rejoice And the Jellicle leader will soon appear And make what is known as the Jellicle Choice That's when Old Deuteronomy just before dawn Through a silence you feel could cut with a knife Announces the cat who can now be reborn And come back to a different Jellicle life. Because waiting up there is the Heaviside layer With wonders one Jellicle only will see Jellicles ask because Jellicles dare Who will it be? |
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I have a Gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots.
Her coat is of the tabby kind with tiger stripes and leopard spots All day she sits beneath the stairs or on the steps or on the mat She sits and sits and sits and sits and that's what makes a Gumbie cat That's what makes a Gumbie cat But... When the day's hustle and bustle is done Then the Gumbie cat's work is but hardly begun And when all the family's in bed and asleep She tucks up her skirts to the basement to creep She is deeply concerned with the ways of the mice Their behavior's not good and their manners not nice So when she has got them lined up on the matting She teaches them music, crocheting and tatting I have a Gumbie cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots The curtain cord she likes to wind and tie it into sailor knots She sits upon the windowsill, or anything that's smooth and flat She sits and sits and sits and sits, and that's what makes a Gumbie cat That's what makes a Gumbie cat But... When the day's hustle and bustle is done Then the Gumbie cat's work is but hardly begun She thinks that the cockroaches Need employment To prevent them from Idol and wanton destroyment So she's formed from that lot of disorderly louts A troop of well disciplined helpful Boy Scouts With a purpose in life and a good deed to do And she's even created a beetles tattoo! FOR SHE'S A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW! Thank you my dears |
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The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat
If you offer me pheasant I'd rather have grouse If you put me in a house I would much prefer a flat If you put me in a flat then I'd rather have a house If you set me on a mouse then I only want a rat If you set me on a rat then I'd rather chase a mouse The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any need for me to shout it For he will do as he do do And there's no doing anything about it The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore When you let me in, then I want to go out I'm always on the wrong side of every door And as soon as I'm at home, then I'd like to get about I like to lie in the bureau drawer And I make such a fuss if I can't get out The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any need for you to doubt it For he will do as he do do And there's no doing anything about it The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious beast My disobliging ways are a matter of habit If you offer me fish then I always want a feast When there isn't any fish then I won't eat rabbit If you offer me cream then I sniff and sneer For I only like what I find for myself So you'll catch me in it right up to my ears If you put it away on the larder shelf The Rum Tum Tugger is artful and knowing The Rum Tum Tugger Doesn't care for a cuddle But I'll leap upon your lap in the middle of your sewing For there's nothing I enjoy like a horrible muddle The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat The Rum Tum Tugger doesn't care for a cuddle The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat And there isn't any need for me to spout it For he will do as he do do And there's no doing anything about - t it! |
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Grizabella:
Remark the Cat who hesitates towards you In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin All: Grizabella the Glamour Cat Grizabella the Glamour Cat Who would ever suppose that that Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat? |
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Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones
In fact, he's remarkably fat He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs For he's the St. James's Street cat! He's the cat we all greet as he walks down the street In his coat is fastidious black No common - place mousers have such well cut trousers Or such an impeccable black In the whole of St. James the smartest of names is The name of this Brummell of cats And we're all of up proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white spats My visits are occasional to The Senior Educational And it is the against the rules For any one cat to belong both to that And The Joint Superior Schools When I'm seen in a hurry there's probably curry At The Siamese or at The Glutton When I look full of gloom then I've lunched at The Tomb On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton In the whole of St. Jame's the smartest of names is The name of this Brummel of cats And we're all of us proud to be nodded or bowed to By Bustopher Jones in white, Bustopher Jones in white Bustopher Jones in white spats So much in this way passes Bustopher's day At one club or another he's found It can be no surprise that under our eyes He has grown unmistakably round He's a twenty - five pounder Or I am a bounder And he's putting on weight every day But I'm so well preserved because I've observed All my life a routine, and I'd say I am still in my prime, I shall last out my time That's the word from the stoutest of cats It must and it shall be spring in Pall Mall While Bustopher Jones wears white, Bustopher Jones wears white Bustopher Jones wears white spats |
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Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer
We're a notorious couple of cats As knockabout clowns, quick-change comedians Tight-rope walkers and acrobats We have an extensive reputation We make our home in Victoria Grove This is merely our centre of operation For we are incurably given to rove We are very well known in Cornwall Gardens In Launceston Place and in Kensington Square We have really a little more reputation Than a couple of cats can very well bear If the area window is found ajar And the basement looks like a field of war If a tile or two comes loose on the roof (Which presently fails to be waterproof) If the drawers are pulled out from the bedroom chest And you can't find one of your winter vests If after supper one of the girls Suddenly misses her Woolworth pearls The family will say, "It's that horrible cat! It was Mungojerrie or Rumpelteazer!" And most of the time they leave it at that Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer have a very unusual gift of the gab We are highly efficient cat burglars as well And remarkably smart at a smash and grab We make our home in Victoria Grove We have no regular occupation We are plausible fellows who like to engage A friendly policeman in conversation When the family assembles for Sunday dinner With their minds made up that they won't get thinner On Argentine joint, potatoes and greens And the cook will appear from behind the scenes And say in a voice that is broken with sorrow, "I'm afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow! For the joint has gone from the oven like that!" The family will say, "It's that horrible cat! It was Mungojerrie or Rumpelteazer!" And most of the time they leave it at that Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer have a wonderful way of working together And some of the time you would say it was luck And some of the time you would say it was weather We go through the house like a hurricane And no sober person could take his oath Was it Mungojerrie or Rumpelteazer? Or could you have sworn that it mightn't be both? And when you hear a dining room smash Or up from the pantry there comes a loud crash Or down from the library there comes a loud ping From a vase that was commonly said to be Ming The family will say: "Now which was which cat? It was Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer!" And there's nothing at all to be done about that! |
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I believe it is Old Deuteronomy
Well of all things can it be really No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time He's a cat who has lived many lives in succession He was famous in Proverb and famous in rhyme A long while before Queen Victoria's accession Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives And more I am tempted to say ninety - nine And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives And the village is proud of him in his decline At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall The oldest inhabitant croaks Well of all things can it be really No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Well of all things can it be really No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy Well of all things can it be really No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye! My mind may be wandering but I confess I belive it is Old Deuteronomy Well of all things can it be really No, yes, ho, hi, oh my eye! My legs may be tottery I must go slow And be careful of Old Deuteronomy |
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Jellicle cats come out tonight
Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle Moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats are black and white Jellicle cats are rather small Jellicle cats are merry and bright And pleasant to hear when we caterwaul Jellicle cats have cheerful faces Jellicle cats have bright black eyes We like to practice our airs and graces And wait for the Jellicle Moon to rise Jellicle cats develop slowly Jellicle cats are not too big Jellicle cats are roly poly We know how to dance a gavotte and a jig Until the Jellicle Moon appears We make our toilet and take our repose Jellicles wash behind their ears Jellicles dry between their toes Jellicle cats are black and white Jellicle cats are of moderate size Jellicles jump like a jumping jack Jellicle cats have moonlit eyes We're quiet enough in the morning hours We're quiet enough in the afternoon Reserving our Terpsichorean powers To dance by the light of the Jellicle Moon Jellicle cats are black and white Jellicle cats (as we said) are small If it happens to be a stormy night We will practice a caper or two in the hall If it happens the sun is shining bright You would say we have nothing to do at all We are resting and saving ourselves to be bright For the Jellicle Moon and Jellicle Ball Jellicle cats come out tonight Jellicle cats come one come all The Jellicle Moon is shining bright Jellicles come to the Jellicle Ball |
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Remark the Cat who hesitates towards you
In the light of the door which opens on her like a grin You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin Grizabella the Glamour Cat Grizabella the Glamour Cat Who would ever suppose that that Was Grizabella the Glamour Cat? |
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Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory, All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Every streetlamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters And soon It will be morning Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smokey days The stale cold smell of morning The streetlamp dies, another night is over Another day is dawning... Optional verse: Sunlight through the trees in summer, endless masquerading... Like a flower, as the day is breaking, The memory is fading... Touch me, It's so easy to leave me All alone with my memory Of my days in the sun... If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day has begun. |
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Gus is the cat at the theatre door His name, as I ought to have told you before Is really Asparagus, and that's a fuss to pronounce That we usually call him just Gus His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake Yet he was in his youth quite the smartest of cats But no longer a terror to mice or to rats For he isn't the cat that he was in his prime Though his name was quite famous, he says, in his time And whenever he joins his friends at their club (Which takes place at the back of the neighboring pub) He loves to regale them, if someone else pays With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days For he once was a star of the highest degree He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree And he likes to relate his success on the halls Where the gallery once gave him seven cat calls But his greatest creation as he loves to tell Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell I have played in my time every possible part And I used to know seventy speeches by heart I'd extemporize backchat, I knew how to gag And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag I knew how to act with my back and my tail With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts Whether I took the lead, or in character parts I have sat by the bedside of poor little Nell When the curfew was rung then I swung on the bell In the pantomime season, I never fell flat And I once understudied Dick Whittington's cat But my grandest creation, as history will tell was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat When some actor suggested the need for a cat And I say now these kittens, they do not get trained As we did in the days when Victoria reigned They never get drilled in a regular troupe And they think they are smart just to jump through a hoop And he says as he scratches himself with his claws Well the theatre is certainly not what is was These modern productions are all very well But there's nothing to equal from what I hear tell That moment of mystery when I made history As Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell I once crossed the stage on the telegraph wire To rescue a child when a house was on fire And I think that I still can much better than most Produce blood curdling noises to bring on the ghost And I once played Growltiger Could do it again, could do it again Could do it again
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Macavity’s a mystery cat, he’s called the hidden paw
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the law He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair For when they reach the scene of crime Macavity’s not there. Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare But when you reach the scene of crime Macavity’s not there. You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air But I tell you once and once again Macavity’s not there. Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin You would know him if you saw him for his eyes are sunked in His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed He sways his head from side to side with movements like a snake And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square But when a crime’s discovered then Macavity’s not there. He’s outwardly respectable, I know he cheats at cards And his footprints are not found in any files of Scotland Yard’s And when the larder’s looted or the jewel case is rifled Or when the milk is missing or another peke’s been stifled Or the greenhouse glass is broken and the trellis past repair There’s the wonder of the thing Macavity’s not there. Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity There never was a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity He always has an alibi and one or two to spare What ever time the deed took place Macavity’s not there. And they say that all the cats whose wicked deeds are widely known.I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone Are nothing more than agents for the cat who all the time Just controls the operations: the Napolean of crime. Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity He’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square But when a crime’s discovered then Macavity Macavity, Macavity, Macavity When a crime’s discovered then Macavity’s not there. |
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You ought to ask Mr. Mistoffelees!
The origional Conjuring cat The greatest magicians have something to learn From Mister Mistoffelees Conjuring Turn And we all say Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees He is quiet, and small he is black From his ears to the tip of his tail He can creep through the tiniest crack He can walk on the narrowest rail He can pick any card from a pack He is equally cunning with dice He is always decieving you into believing That he's only hunting for mice He can play any trick with a cork Or a spoon and a bit of fish paste If you look for a knife or a fork And you think it merely misplaced You have seen it one moment and then it is gone You'll find it next week lying out on the lawn! And we all say Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees His manner is vague and aloof You would think there is nobody shyer But his voice has been heard on the roof When he was curled up by the fire And he sometimes been heard by the fire When he was about on the roof At least they all heard that somebody purred Which is uncontestable proof of his singular magical powers And I've known the family to call him in from the garden for hours When he was asleep in the hall And not long ago this phenominal cat Produced seven kittens right out of a hat And we all say Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Oh! Well I never was there ever A cat so clever as Magical Mr. Mistoffelees Ladies and Gentleman, I give you the Marvelous, Magical Mr. Mistoffelees PRESTO! |
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Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to moan Memory, All alone in the moonlight I can smile at the old days I was beautiful then I remember the time I knew what happiness was Let the memory live again Every streetlamp seems to beat A fatalistic warning Someone mutters and the street lamp gutters And soon It will be morning Daylight I must wait for the sunrise I must think of a new life And I mustn't give in. When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too And a new day will begin Burnt out ends of smokey days The stale cold smell of morning The streetlamp dies, another night is over Another day is dawning... Optional verse: Sunlight through the trees in summer, endless masquerading... Like a flower, as the day is breaking, The memory is fading... Touch me, It's so easy to leave me All alone with my memory Of my days in the sun... If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is Look, a new day has begun. |
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You've heard of several kinds of cat
And my opinion now is that You should need to interpreter to understand our character You've learned enough to take the view That cats are very much like you You've seen us both at work and games And learnt about our proper names Our habits and our habitat But how would you ad - dress a cat So first, your memory I'll jog And say: A cat is not a dog So first, your memory I'll jog And say: A cat is not a dog With cats, some say, one rule is true Don't speak 'till spoken to Myself I do not hold with that I say, you should ad - dress a cat But always bear in mind that he resents familiarity You bow, and taking off your hat, ad - dress him in this form "O Cat"! Before a cat will condescend To treat you as a trusted friend Some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream And you might now and then supply Some caviar or Strassburg pie Some potted grouse or salmon paste He's sure to have his personal taste And so in time you reach your aim And call him by his name A cat's entitled to expect These evidences of respect So this is this and that is that And there's how you ad - dress a cat A cat's entitled to expect these evidences of respect So this is this, and that is that And there's how you ad - dress a cat |
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