-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Phantom Music: Maury Yeston Lyrics: Maury Yeston Book: Arthur Kopit Premiere: Thursday, January 31, 1991 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lyrics Melodie de Paris Phantom Entrance Dressing For the Night Where In the World? This Place Is Mine Home The Opera's Been Invaded By a Phantom! You Are Music The Bistro Who Could Ever Have Dreamed Up You? Without Your Music Where In the World?--Reprise My True Love My Mother Bore Me You Are My Own Melodie de Paris Christine: La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la Cafè Owner: "Bonjour, mademoiselle!" Christine: "Bonjour!" La la la la la.... Person #2: "Who is she?" Person #3: "Never seen her before, have you?" Christine: La la la la la la..... Person #4: "What's she selling?" Christine: La la la la la la..... Person #5: "What do you have there for us, mademoiselle?" Christine: "A new song. For sale! Just published! All about Paris!" Crowd: "Ahh...Paris!" Christine: Melody, melody, melody, melody Sung so melodiously Melody, melody My kind of melody Gentle and flowing and free Soaring above ev'ry rooftop Whispering under each tree Melody, melody My melodie de Paris Paris is the rain Paris is the pain of a lover's goodbye It's the stare when your eye meets a stranger Ever dangerous Crowd: Paris is the sun Christine: "That's right!" Paris, if there's one perfect place I must be It can only be here in Paris! Crowd: Melody, melody, melody, melody Sung so melodiously Melody, meldoy My kind of melody Gentle and flowing and free Christine: Soaring above ev'ry rooftop Whispering under each tree Christine: Melody, melody My melodie de Paris Count: "Mademoiselle, forgive this intrusion, but what is your name?" Christine: "Christine Daeè." Count: "Christine Daeè, I am Phillipe de Chandon, a connisseur of music and beauty. You waste your time selling songs." Christine: "What?" Count: "It's true. It's not fair. All Paris should hear your voice. That is how good you are. Have you ever considered a career in the opera?" Christine: "In the opera?" Count: "Yes, well, I can see you have. You'll of course need lessons. A fine, natural voice is not nearly enough, as I'm sure you know. Here is my card. I am one of the opera's principal patrons. Present this to Gerard Carriere, the company manager, and he'll take care of you. I'd take you there myself but, alas, business calls me away. Christine! A tout a l'heure." Person #1: "The Count de Chandon!" Person #3: "The champagne king!" Christine: "Me...at the Paris Opera!" Paris is a fool Paris is the boulangerie on the square It's the air over fields called "Elysian" Ah, Parisian air! Paris is l'amour Paris, comme toujours If there's one place for me It is only ici a Paris! Christine/Crowd: Melody, melody, melody, melody Sung so melodiously Melody, melody My kind of melody Gentle and flowing and free Soaring above ev'ry rooftop Whispering under each tree Melody, melody My melodie de Pa-- Melody, melody My melodie de Paris! De Paris... De Paris... Phantom Entrance Phantom: Paris is a tomb Paris is a room With four walls and no light Paris is the night! Dressing For the Night Actors: Dressing for the night For the ball, for the dance Dressing for the show At the Paris Opera! First Nighters: Dressing for the pride, For the "Gloire de la France" Dressing up to go To the Paris Opera! Actors: Paris Opera! First Nighters: It's a new season And that's the reason We but these clothes by the row... Actors: Dressing for the fun, for the lights, For the glare... First Nighters: Dressing up to preen at the Paris Opera! Actors: Dressing to descend on a cloud on a stair.. First Nighters: Dressing to be seen at the Paris Opera! Paris Opera! Ev'ryone will be there All: Ev'ryone will be there Ev'ryone! The corps de ballet We actors will play Our set so spectacular and grand! First Nighters: Arrive somewhat late Make sure that you ate Expect ev'ryone to understand! Actors: With breathless surprise The curtain will rise Step out with a gesture of the hand First Nighters: Look through the lorgnette And do not forget Jamais! Never listen to the band! All: Dressing for the night For the ball, for the show Dressing up to go to the Paris Opera! Paris Opera! Paris! Paris is a mask Whatever you ask she'll be for you Paris! Carlotta: A night at maxims A glorious dream, a rendezvous! All: A night at the Opera, trip to the ballet Evening of theatre, all in a day... Paris! One view in the mist, And you have been kissed from far away Dressing for the night For the ball, for the show Dressing up to go to the Paris Opera! Paris Opera! Christine: Paris is the rain... First Nighters: Paris is a mask Phantom: Paris is the night--for me... Actors/First Nighters Dressing for the night, For the ball, for the show, For the ball For the night For the show... Paris! Paris! Where In the World Phantom: Where is the path that leads out from this place Now that all has been changed on this day? Where is the sense of the life that I lead Now that music's been taken away? Why was I born to this grave, Languishing deep in this tomb? Oh for an angel of music to come And restore a small glimmer of light to my gloom Where in the world In the vast open world Is a voice that can sing? Ev'ry note building high Letting free, letting fly Like a bird taking wing! Where in the world If it can be, where is she? What little town Hides a girl in a gown With a throat like a lark? With a voice that is strong Who, with effortless song Makes a light in the dark? Where in the world? Where in the world? Not a day I'll rest Till that voice is found... Search on the quays In the streets, the cafès Find the one I desire You will know she is near By a warmth in your ear And your soul catching fire Out in the world somewhere! She who was born to command by singing! She with the tone of a bell the wind is ringing! And she who will hardly suspect What she is bringing To a plan I weave with grand design Go in the world Don't return from the world Till you find me the one... With the stance of a queen And an eye as serene And as bright as the sun can shine! Find in the world This mirage that I see And from the world You will bring her to me And I'll make her mine! This Place is Mine Carlotta: Where does the time fly? Simply too few hours in the day! Oh a diva's work is never done No relief, no time for fun Not if the diva has to run An opera company! Ev'ry small detail to supervise Every pretty face to scru---tinize I plan beneath these eyes This opera company! why take on this arduous chore? Sleepless nights I pace across my bedroom floor Why do I live completely for This opera company? 'Cause it's mine, from the stalls To the portraits on the walls To the balconies and loges far and near It belongs all to me, ev'ry item that you see From the cellar to the crystal chandelier from the fluted marble grand facade To the elevated promenade From ev'ry toilet bowl--to ev'ry leading role This place is mine! I will sing, I will glow I will never let it go I will hold it ever captive in my hand Like a god, like a queen, I will enter any scene And control it like a kingdom I command And I pity any baritone Who attempts to tread the stage I own With no polite request...he's here at my behest 'Cause it's all mine! My curtain and my canopy My song, my key, my chart My grand romantic destiny, From here my life will start I'll be out on the stage Looking great and half my age Ev'ry chance I get, I'll get 'em on their feet! I will burn, I will scheme I will realize my dream 'Cause if I'm not in a light, I'm incomplete And the best part I'm just coming to... How they'll all applaud for you-know-who I can't believe I'm here--and this is my career It must be seen, like a torch We'll engrave it on the porch! Like an edict, like a beacon, like a sign! This place is mine! Home Christine: All my life I've been waiting In my mind, in a rocking For my fancy to take the air I would know the time Tick and tock went my childhood Father said I would know the place Skin would tingle and pulse would race As they do...It's here! I'm... Home, where music fills the air, and I'm Home, where a thousand lovers cry Swoon and sigh, and I'm Home, Where ev'ry violin Plays a treat as sweet as a honeycomb Wherever music plays I know I'm home. Here, where fables come alive, year by year We forget our troubled nights, under lights And each tear becomes a gentle tune or duet Kept straight by a metronome... And if I'm singing, then I know, I'm home. Where ev'ry English horn Makes me feel glad I'm born And any woodwind trill Excites a thrill that's new! The giant contrabass... The great soprano's face Combine to make a perfect world Far better than what's outside. Dreams--I've lived within my dreams Now it sems I've awakened and they're real Pinch and feel! If one day I walk upon this stage from these wings And play underneath this dome And if I sing with all my heart... I'll be home. Phantom: All my life to be waiting For an angel to one day speak Mouth goes dry, and my knees grow weak At each word--each sound-- That voice--that music in the air Ev'ry choice, ev'ry syllable, each note How they float--and her tone! A miracle of silk, spun to gold, unfolded in polychrome... And when I hear it how I know I'm home Who is this prodigy, who sings to only me? She is as innocent and natural as a rose. I'll do her so much good, we two, I know we could Combine to make a perfect world Far better than what's outside Together: Dreams (My dreams) I've lived within my dreams now it seems I've awakened and they're real, if they're real If one day I (she) walk (walks) upon this stage And play (plays) underneath this dome And if I (she) sings with all my (her) heart I'll be...home. The Opera's Been Invaded By a Phantom! Cholet: Phantom! The opera's been invaded by a phantom! Ledoux: The opera's been invaded by a phantom! Cholet: Phantom! The opera's been invaded by a ghost. Ledoux: By a ghost. Cholet: By a ghost! Ledoux: By a ghost! Cholet: By a ghost! If you follow him, you're following a phantom. Ensemble: A phantom The opera's been invaded by a phantom A phantom The opera's been invaded by a phantom A phantom The opera's been invaded by a ghost By a ghost By a ghost By a ghost By a ghost If you hurry and you're scurrying Perhaps you should be worrying That hurrying and scurrying May lead you prematurely To your end You may come across the Phantom. Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost If you follow him You're following a Phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost He's a fiend He's a ghoul He will kill He will rule He will mangle He'll entangle He will strangle anyone He doesn't care Beware... The Phantom Ah! Phantom Ah! Phantom Ah! Phantom He wears a mask, a mask A terrifying mask He wears a mask A terrifying mask! (Scream!) Phantom! Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost If you follow him You're following a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a phantom Search ev'rywhere and find him The opera's been invaded by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost By a ghost, by a ghost He's a fiend He's a ghoul He will kill He will rule He will mangle He'll entangle He will strangle anyone He doesn't care Beware... The... Phantom! You Are Music Phantom: Do re mi fa sol Fa re fa mi Do re mi fa sol Fa re mi do "Now, you." Christine: Do re mi fa sol Fa re fa mi Do re mi fa sol Fa re mi do Phantom: "Move the 'do'" Do re mi fa sol Fa re fa mi Do re mi fa sol Fa re mi do Christine: Do re mi fa sol Fa re fa mi Do re me fa sol Both: Fa re mi do Phantom: Oh, you are music, beautiful music And you are light to me Oh you are music, moonbeams of music And you are life to me Do re mi fa sol Fa re fa mi Take a breath one one And after three Christine: Do re mi fa sol Fa re fa mi Breathing first on one And after three Phantom: Breathing in the air, an ebb and flow Breathing taking care...fa re mi do Christine: Breathing out the air from deep below Both: Ready for the run from 'do' to 'do' Oh, you are music, beautiful music And you are light to me Oh, you are music, sunburst of music And you are light to me. The Bistro Waiters: Sing! Can you sing! Can you sing a little ballad In between the salad And the tete-de-veau If only we could hear a melody Chante! What you want! Make it lyrical and vocal Popular and local Judges, take your places Chorus, you will do the harmony Harmony, ah! Carlotta: "Tonight--only songs about Paris! I will begin the competition." Paris...Paris is a lark, a stroll in the park A bagatelle! Paris...Paris is a chance to find, while in France, La vie plus belle As charming and almost as gorgeous as me Is Paris...is Paris! Waiter: "Who's next?" Count: "Christine!" Carlotta: "Christine?" Count: "Why not?" Carlotta: "She's my costume girl!" Count: "She has a very nice voice! I've heard it! (To Christine) Go on. Dont' be afraid." Christine: Melody, melody, melody, melody Sung so melodiously Melody, melody, my kind of melody Gentle and flowing and free Soaring above ev'ry rooftop Whispering under each tree Melody, melody My melodie de Paris Carlotta: "It's a sweet little voice. Weak, but sweet." Christine: (takes off!) La la la la.... Hold me and love me As you would love Paris Squeeze my knee In the tuileries Take me dans tes bras In the bois de boulogne and Hold me and kiss me As you would kiss Paris-- Montparnasse, je t'embrasse Take me away, Alons-y! Christine/Two Tenors: Along the river Seine Cuddle and amuse me Tell me then How you came to choose me Tell me when, If you ever lose me You will feel you've lost Paris Christine: Itself along with me Christine/Two Tenors: And underneath the stars We'll continue walking Past the bars, Nuzzling and talking Christine: With the stars Staring down and gawking At the lovers such as we... Loving in Paris Loving in Paris Paris! Paris! The fantasie is told me ev'ry time you Christine/Company: Hold me and kiss me As you would kiss Paris, Christine: Go with me, toi, je t'en prie, moi! Take me away there And promise we'll stay there Oh, take me away...Alons-y! Company: Ah, Paris, ah Paris, ah Paris, Paris, Paris Christine: Paris! Company: Melody, melody, melody, melody Sung so melodiously Christine: Paris! Company: Melody, melody, my kind of melody Gentle and flowing and free Christine/Company: Soaring above ev'ry rooftop Whispering under each tree Melody, melody, my melodie de Pa-- Melody, melody, my melodie de Paris! Who Could Ever Have Dreamed Up You? Count de Chandon: You were the best, you win the prize You made the night effervescent The dress, the voice, the lows, the highs It was beyond incandescant! Can it have been I who first found you? Can these be my arms now around you? Such poetry! Can you be real? Or are you someone imagined? Who could ever have dreamed up you? What kind of mind Could ever have made that face? There couldn't be two In heaven and earth like you One of a kind, like holding two pair of aces I was nothing and nowhere till now But from this moment I'll only go where you go! I hope he's taking a bow Whoever knew what to do, That someone wonderful who once Dreamed up you. Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you! Totally gone, defeated and all askew! I'm feeling it start A craziness over you Lead the way on, No matter to where, I'll follow! Love completely adoring and new Can you believe I fell myself soaring It's true--I love you! "And from the very first moment I saw you! It's really true! C'est vroi! Absolutement!" Christine: Tell me once again, tell me once again On a scale of ten, was I maybe six or seven? Count de Chandon: "More!" Christine: Don't exaggerate, seven-and-a-half of eight Any more than that I'd be in heaven... Count: Oh, Christine, I'm in love with you. Christine: Cant it even be? Did I hit the "G"? Count: I'm gone... Christine: Did I learn the trill? Never mind I will... Count: And all askew, a love Christine: Was I really good? Count: Adoring..and new... Christine: Did I move the way I should? Count: Can you believe I fell myself soaring? It's true, I love you! Christine: Phillipe, please wait just a moment... The words you say, the things I feel Are getting a bit confusing. Some things you know, some things you don't It complicates what I'm choosing So much to absorb and ponder my heart, just as yours, growing fonder... I hate to speak--perhaps next week I'll come to an understanding... Who would ever have dreamed of this... That I'd be here With someone I'd love to kiss It's something so pure, it almost approaches bliss! The kind of gift that comes to so very few... Both: Oh someone wonderful...must have Dreamed up you! Without Your Music Phantom: Here you'll be safe From their prying and vicious eyes Far from all venomous words and malicious lies. Sleep gentle creature, my love and my protegè As for myself, I will worship you night and day. All my existence will end if you go away... Life without your music Would not be worth living I'd be useless as a bell that cannot ring Left here all alone I'd be a sad abandoned king Without a land to live for... Life without your sweetness Bleak, dead, incomplete A season silent as a bird that doesn't sing Endless, frozen time That only you can turn to spring. Without your spell, like a musical chord Running deep in my mind Like a swell in a classical symphony. I am undone, out of step, out of tune I'm a man who's gone blind, broken inside Poorly designed...and so you See, with all your music! Me, with all your music We'd be like a race apart And now you're here And we may start. Where In the World?--Reprise Phantom: Where in the world, In this miserable world Is a respite for me? From an age that they keep, Ever tawdry and cheap Will I ever break free? Free from the world up there? How they all gladly destroy her beauty! Heartlessly how they abuse her charm Oh, they must feel they are safe from vengeance One as weak as she could do no harm... There in the world, I will go in the world And I'll seek out the one, Who would stamp on a flow'r With unspearable pow'r And, before I am don this day Those in the world who would kill what is fine Them I will seek, and, by all that's divine, I will make them pay! My True Love Christine: My true love--lost in a shadowplay I will find a way Through fear and doubt I will find you out In the secret places you hide about No, my love--more than a fantasy You must be for me I'll hear your voice, and I'll see your brow And I'll know your face like your music... Can you hear me now? Can we make a vow? Ever to be faithful I will show you how My true love--open and turn to me What no one can see Your deepest dreams of your darkest nights And your eyes like lights Ever burning I will hear your voice And I'll see your brow Let me know your face Let me know it now...now! My true love--lost in a shadowplay I will find a way Through fear and doubt I will find you out Let me know your face Let me know it Now. Now. Now! My Mother Bore Me Phantom: My mother bore me in the southern wild I live in darkness but my soul is light Light as the forehead of an English child But I'm in darkness and bereaved of light My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day She took me in her lap and kissed me And, pointing to the East, began to say: Look upon the rising sun, there God does live And gives his light and heat away And all the trees and flowers and beasts and men receive Their comfort from the morning through the bright noonday And we are put on earth a little space That we may learn to bear the beams of love and these poor bodies, and this wretched face Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove. For when our souls have learned the heat to bear The clouds will vanish, we will hear his voice Saying, come out from the grove my love and care And round my golden tents like lambs rejoice Thus did my mother say, and kissed me And thus I say to little English boy When we are both from light and dark clouds free And round the tent of God we both rejoice I will shade him from the heat till he can bear To lean in joy upon our father's knee And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair And be like him, and he will then love me... Voices in my nights will cry Christine And ev'ry drop of rain that falls Will be Christine You were the only one My only chance at happiness My golden leaf of autumn, my Christine. Look within this heart and see Christine The very constant soul and music of Christine Behind this mortal mask This terror of a face conceals The gesture and the grace of you, Christine. No one else must ever have Christine If not for me, you'll be for no one else, Christine If I am guilty I'll be guilty of That innocence whose name is love And never, no you'll never be For anyone except for me I curse you when I love you And I love you And I curse you My Christine!! You Are My Own Carriere: Erik you are my son Do you know you're my son? You became my whole life When your life was begun Do you know that the man Who protected you always Has been your father? Phantom: Yes, I know I'm your son And I more than surmise I have known for some years That my eyes are your eyes And I've wondered how long It would take you To tell me it's true. Carriere: Now that you know, I must tell you I'm grateful for you. Phantom: No, it is I who am grateful to you, My father. Both: For the music alone, It's been worth all the pain And a life of perpetual Darkness and rain Carriere: For inside you the light of the soul Of your mother has shone Erik you are my son, and my boy, And my life, and my own. Phantom: "And...what did you think of it?" Carriere: "Think of what?" Phantom: "Your infant's face." Carriere: "Ah. It...could have been better." Phantom: "Remember the day I looked down into the water?" Carriere: "Yes." Phantom: "I thought I had seen a sea monster." Carriere: "I remember." Phantom: "I had...that's the irony. And then, for a while, I thought I was only dreaming." Carriere: "I went through that phase, too." Phantom: "Not a good face for a tenor, I remember thinking." Carriere: "Not even for a baritone." Phantom: "No...it is a good voice, isn't it?" Carriere:: "Very good. You would have had a fine career." Phantom: Will you bury me deep I must never be found When at last I find sleep And I'm cold in the ground Carriere: Yes, I promise I'll never allow you To be on display Erik, you are my son. Phantom: I have known all along. Carriere: And the light of my life-- Phantom: I have known all along Carriere: Erik, you are my son, and my boy And my love, and my own!