Notes - Twisted In Every Way

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 callthis 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'strue 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
Herteacher,her teacher...

Your obedient friend
"... And Angel ..."
We have all been blind - and yet theanswer 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
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!

Hide our sword now wounded knight
Your vainglorious gasconnade
Brought you to your final fight
For your pride, high price you've paid!

CHRISTINE
Silken couch and hay-filled barn
Both have been his battlefield
Those who tangle with Don Juan
No, no, no! Chorusqrest, please
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
Not quite, Signor
Those who tan... Tan... Ladies... Signor Piangi
If you please...

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.

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...