Some people say that today is the day
when the wind will rise and blow the world away.
And it may be so,
I just don't know.
All I know is up until we have to go,I want to celebrate,
I want to make a celebration
I want to celebrate
I want to savor each sensation!See the sunlight rise: Feel it touch the sky:
I want to stay alive until the day I die.
I want to celebrate every day!Some people say that tonight is the night
when the bird will fly and eat away the light.
And it may be so,
I just don't know.
All I know is up until we have to go,I want to celebrate,
I want to make a celebration
I want to celebrate
I want to savor each sensation!Feel the blazing fire! Drain the cup of wine.
I want to light the torch and teach the sun to shine.
I want to celebrate every day!Some people say that today is the day
when the bird will fly, the wind will blow.
But something deep inside me says it can't be so,I want to celebrate,
I want to make a celebration
I want to celebrate
I want to savor each sensation!Something deep inside says: Beneath the snow
There's a tiny seed and it's gonna grow.
I want to celebrate every day!
Celebration!
Agnes: Well... Michael: Well. Agnes: Goodnight. Michael: Goodnight. Agnes: I hope you sleep allright. Michael: I hope so, too. Agnes: Pleasant dreams. Michael: The same to you. Agnes: Michael?. Michael: Yes, dear? Agnes: I have never seen a man... Michael: A man? Agnes: ...undressed. Michael: I see. Agnes: I'm afraid I'm as innocent as I can be. I have never seen a single man, I mean, with clothes removed and such... Michael: Well you haven't really missed very much. Agnes: Goodnight... Michael: Goodnight. Agnes: I hope you sleep allright. Michael: I hope so, too. Agnes: Pleasant dreams. Michael: The same to you. Agnes: Michael? Michael: Yes, dear? Agnes: Have you ever seen a girl... Michael: A girl? Agnes: ...undressed? Michael: I see. Agnes: Could it be - you're inexperienced the same as me? Have you ever seen a single girl, I mean, without a stitch of clothes? Michael: Well, I must have seen one once, I suppose. Agnes: Goodnight, Goodnight Michael: Goodnight. Goodnight. Agnes: I hope you sleep alright. I hope so, too Michael: I hope you sleep alright, I hope you sleep well, too.. Agnes: Pleasant dreams Michael: The same to you. Agnes: Pleasant dreams Michael: The same to you. Agnes and Michael: Pleasant dreams. The same to you.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and angels,
and have not love, and have not love.
Though I'm blessed with the special gift of prophecy,
and have not love, and have not love.Though my faith is strong enough to move a mountain.
Though I bestow my worldly goods to feed the poor.
Though my body may be tortured,
if I have not lived with love,
I am nothing but a sounding brass, a tinkling cymbal,
nothing, nothingBut with love,
I can bear it all rejoicing,
because of love, because of love.
For love suffers ev'rything!
Love beareth ev'rything
Love hopeth ev'rything!
Love believeth ev'rything!There abideth three things:
Faith, hope, and love.
But the greatest of these
is love.
To know is joy.
To feel is joy.
To experience it all is joy.
The good and bad,
The living and the dying,
To hear each melody is joy.
There is such wonder here on earth,
Such beauty and such pain.
So many thoughts...
So many songs...
Such images...
Such melodies...
And I want to sing them all!
And I want to sing them all!
All of them are joy!
All of them are joy!
Love is Not a Sentiment
Worthy of Respectfrom Colette Collage, sung by "Sido"
Love is not a sentiment
Worthy of respect.
Love can make you feed upon
Those you would protect.
Love can make you suffocate
Those you're fondest of.
Love is not a sentiment I love.
Love is not a sentiment
Worthy of esteem.
Love is like an opiate,
Some enchanted dream.
But while you are lying there,
Life can pass you by.
Love can leave the garden parched and dry.
Love can let the little kittens cry.
Love can kill and self-respect can die
Of love... of love... of love
When your father married me,
He had every chance
To pursue a useful life
But he chose romance.
Threw away his noble mind
Moaning after me
But I needed something else, you see.
Every day he came my way,
Love light in his eyes
Love had only blinded him
To how I despised
Everything he had become
All because of me.
Love had made our life a mockery
Causing me to pity him, you see.
And his weakness came from giving me
His love... his love... his love
Life is not a fairy tale
Or a game we play.
Life is a reality we face every day.
What's the use of holding on
When the past is through?
There's a brand new world ahead of you.
There's a chance to start it all anew.
But it's something each of us must do
Alone... alone... alone
Alone
Old Maid
from 110 in the Shade, sung by "Lizzie Curry"
Always being one.
Never being two.
Re-arrange the furniture,
There's nothing else to do.Keep an empty house.
Watch your brothers wed.
Dream an empty dream at night
Upon an empty bed.Old maid! Old maid!
Growing old alone.
Lonelier with age.
Buy a tiny mockingbird
And lock him in a cage.Visiting your kin
Yearly family tours
Mustn't love the kids too much.
They're never really yours.Old maid! Old maid!
Be kind to your poor Aunt Lizzie,
Her nerves are none too good.
She brings you a present when she comes.
Kiss her like you should.Be thoughtful and sweet and proper,
Until she goes away.
She's been here a week and a half today.
When will she ever go?Go where? Go where?
My dress is too tight. My skin is alive all over.
It's turning tonight, and yet not a sign of breeze.
I'm all tied up! My clothes seem to be on fire!
They're tying me up and burning me to the bone!Why won't it rain? Please let it rain!
Oh, God,
Don't let me live and die alone
Try To Remember
from The Fantasticks, sung by "El Gallo"
Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow...Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow...Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Altho' you know that snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember
The fire of September that made us mellow.Deep in December our hearts should remember,
And follow...