Sparks - The Studio Commissary lyrics
[Sparks - The Studio Commissary lyrics]
Well, Mr bergman
Have you made your decision?
But before you answer
Perhaps you are hungry let’s
Go into the commissary
Ah, Ingmar Bergman, look around
And hear the happy happy sound
Directors of all size and shapes are
Eating steak and munching cake
Directors of a foreign stripe
Who’ve done quite well, see if they gripe
Their vision made it here unscathed
None felt a whore, none felt he caved
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ah, Billy Wilder, sure you say
He had to come, no other way
But Sunset Boulevard and such
I’d say we let him keep his touch
And there, Fritz Lang, an émigré
Who managed to do films his way
Perhaps less stylized, so true
But then Fritz Lang, he isn’t you
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
And Alfred Hitchcock, bless his soul
There chomping on a dinner roll
The Man Who Knew Too Much
Done twice, in Hollywood, done twice as nice
And Jacques Tourneur, Cat People, great
Simone Simon, right here, so great
And Murnau, genius just like
You, made Sunrise, top ten in my view
Of all the films made anywhere and yet
He made it here not there
And Elgar Ulmer made Detour
A classic if you love film noir
Von Sternberg’s eating all alone, let’s
Say hello, hey Josef, phone!
The point I guess is all had
Fears, the fears you have, these noble peers
And one could quibble which was best their
Old World work or work out west
The differences are subtle, though
The language, sure, but still you know
That English is the common tongue of cinema
When said or sung
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
So please, dear Ingmar, think tonight
Be sure the choice you make is right
But there’s a table, have a
Seat, and here’s a menu, bon appétit
Have you made your decision?
But before you answer
Perhaps you are hungry let’s
Go into the commissary
Ah, Ingmar Bergman, look around
And hear the happy happy sound
Directors of all size and shapes are
Eating steak and munching cake
Directors of a foreign stripe
Who’ve done quite well, see if they gripe
Their vision made it here unscathed
None felt a whore, none felt he caved
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ah, Billy Wilder, sure you say
He had to come, no other way
But Sunset Boulevard and such
I’d say we let him keep his touch
And there, Fritz Lang, an émigré
Who managed to do films his way
Perhaps less stylized, so true
But then Fritz Lang, he isn’t you
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
And Alfred Hitchcock, bless his soul
There chomping on a dinner roll
The Man Who Knew Too Much
Done twice, in Hollywood, done twice as nice
And Jacques Tourneur, Cat People, great
Simone Simon, right here, so great
And Murnau, genius just like
You, made Sunrise, top ten in my view
Of all the films made anywhere and yet
He made it here not there
And Elgar Ulmer made Detour
A classic if you love film noir
Von Sternberg’s eating all alone, let’s
Say hello, hey Josef, phone!
The point I guess is all had
Fears, the fears you have, these noble peers
And one could quibble which was best their
Old World work or work out west
The differences are subtle, though
The language, sure, but still you know
That English is the common tongue of cinema
When said or sung
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
So please, dear Ingmar, think tonight
Be sure the choice you make is right
But there’s a table, have a
Seat, and here’s a menu, bon appétit