domingo, 17 de julho de 2011

SWEETHEART ON PARADE


Everybody loves to love
The local girl made good
Surely I'd find peace of mind
If anybody could

Still at times I find myself
Wishing they were right
If everybody loves me
Where are they tonight?

Everybody loves to love
The sweetheart on parade
Out there on the stage tonight
The girl who's got it made

But after the applause is gone
I sometimes wish I knew
Why everybody loves me
And I love only you

Haven't I got all the things success alone can give?
Wouldn't everybody love to lead the life I live?
All I need is someone I can share it with

But how they love to love
The golden girl next door
Up there with her name in lights
Now who could ask for more?

Still I can't help wondering
Why it should be true
That everybody loves me
Everyone but you

Haven't I got all the things success alone can give?
Wouldn't everybody love to lead the life I live?
All I need is someone I can share it with

Everybody loves me, everyone but you

quinta-feira, 30 de junho de 2011

Alone Again (Naturally)

In a little while from now
If I'm not feeling any less sour
I promise myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower
And climbing to the top will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it's like when you're shattered
Left standing in the lurch at a church
Where people saying: "My God, that's tough
She's stood him up"
No point in us remaining
We may as well go home
As I did on my own
Alone again, naturally
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to well it wouldn't do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed Alone again, naturally
It seems to me that there are more hearts
Broken in the world that can't be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn't understand why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally

domingo, 2 de janeiro de 2011

The Phantom of the Opera


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 here
Inside my mind.
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.

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear.
I am the mask you wear,

It's me they hear.

Your spirit and my voice in one combined;
The Phantom of the Opera is (Christine)here (Phantom)there
Inside (Christine)my (Phantom)your mind.

He's there the Phantom of the Opera.
Beware the phantom of the opera.

In all your fantasies, you always knew
That man and mystery

Were both in you.
(Christine & Phantom)
And in this labyrinth where night is blind,
The Phantom of the opera is (Christine)here (Phantom)there
Inside (Christine)my (Phantom)your mind.

Sing, my angel...
Sing, my angel of music!

He's there,the Phantom of the Opera

Sing, to me!