Andrew Lloyd Webber - Notes.../Twisted Every Way lyrics

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 call this gibberish "art"

Ah! Here's our little flower!

Ah Miss Daaé, quite the lady of the hour!

You have secured the largest role
In this "Don Juan"

Christine Daaé? 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 Daaé!

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 Daaé, 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 Daaé
No doubt she'll do her best
It's true 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
Her teacher her teacher

Your obedient friend

"and Angel"

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

We're listening

Go on

We shall play his game perform his work
But remember we hold the ace
For, if Miss Daaé 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

The curtain falls, his reign will end!

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

This is the truth! Christine Daaé!

We say he'll fall and fall he will!

This is his undoing!

She's the one behind this! Christine!
This is all a ploy!

If you succeed, you free us all
This so-called "angel" has to fall!

Christine sings, we'll get our man

If Christine helps us in this plan

If Christine won't, then no one can

This will seal his fate!

Angel ​of ​music fear

​my ​fury

Here is where you fall!

Say your prayers

Black angel of

Death!

Hear my warning!

Fear his fury!

Monsieur, I beg you

Do not do this

What glory can she

​hope to gain?

It's clear to all the girl's ​insane!

Gran Dio! Che imbroglio

She is crazy!

She is raving!

Please don't!

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 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
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 'til 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!

Don Juan Signor Piangi here is the phrase:

(sung) "Those who tangle with Don Juan"

(spoken) if you please?

Those who tangle with Don Juan

No, no nearly but no

(sung) "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 say to him

Are you certain of that, Signora?

So, once again after seven five, six, seven

Those who tangle with Don Juan

(spoken)

Ah, piu non posso!

No one will care if it is
Right or if it is wrong

Those who tangle with Don Juan!

Is right?

Not quite, Signor
Listen: "Those who tan– tan–" you see?

I do no understand

Have patience, Signora

Settle down now

Settle down!

Senor Piangi, may I suggest

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