Evita
- PG
- Year:
- 1996
- 135 min
- 1,821 Views
It is my sad duty to inform you
that Eva Pern, spiritual leader
of the nation, entered immortality
at 8:
25this evening.
- You are not welcome here.
- He was the father of my children too.
They have a right to see him,
to pay their last respects.
You are not his wife.
Your children are bastards.
No, no! He's my papa!
Oh, what a circus!
Oh, what a show!
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress
Called Eva Pern.
We've all gone crazy
Mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all
Of the misery right
Oh, what an exit
That's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried
Like Eva Pern.
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country
In a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all
The world's papers today.
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without her?
She had her moments,
she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada
Crying, "Eva Pern"
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke
from the funeral clears
We're all gonna see, and how
She did nothing for years
You let down your people, Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted
Not much to ask for
But in the end you
Could not deliver
Sing, you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers
because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead,
your king is through.
She's not coming back to you
Show business kept us all alive
Since 17 October 1945.
But the star has gone,
the glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state
for a state to be in
Instead of government, we had a stage
Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage
Instead of help, we were given a crowd
She didn't say much, but she said it loud
Sing, you fools, but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers
because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead,
your king is through
She's not coming back to you!
Don't cry for me, Argentina
For I am ordinary,
Unimportant,
And undeserving
Of such attention
Unless we all are
I think we all are
So share my glory,
So share my coffin.
So share my glory,
So share
...my coffin.
It's our funeral too.
Senor Magaldi?
It's seven o'clock. You'll be late.
Now, Eva Pern
Had every disadvantage
You need if you're going to succeed
No money, no cash
No father, no bright lights
There was nowhere she'd been
At the age of 15
As this tango singer found out
Agustin Magaldi
Who has the distinction
of being the first
Man to be of use
To Eva Duarte
On this night of 1000 stars
Let me take you to heaven's door
Where the music of love's guitars
Plays for evermore
In the glow of those twinkling lights
We shall love through eternity
On this night in a million nights
Fly away with me
could be as sweet as this
Now I know that it can
I used to wander alone
without a love of my own
I was a desperate man
But all my grief disappeared
And all the sorrow I'd feared
wasn't there any more
On that magical day
when you first came my way,
mi amor.
On this night...
On this night...
On this night of 1000 stars
Let me take you to heaven's door
Where the music of love's guitars
Plays for evermore.
To think that a man
as famous as you are
Could love a poor little nothing like me
I want to be a part of B.A.,
Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
She wants to be a part of B.A.,
Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
Just listen to that
They're onto you, Magaldi
I'd get out while you can
It's happened at last
I'm starting to get started
I'm moving out with my man
Now, Eva, don't get carried away
Monotony passed, suburbia departed
Who could ever be fond
of the back of beyond
Don't hear words that I didn't say
What's that?
You desert the girl you love?
The girl I love?
What are you talking about?
She really brightened up
your out of town engagement
She gave you all she had.
She wasn't in your contract
You must be quite relieved
That no one's told the papers
So far.
I want to be a part of B.A.,
Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
Would I have done
What I did
If I hadn't thought
If I hadn't known
We would stay together?
Seems to me there's no point in resisting
She's made up her mind,
you've no choice
Why don't you be the man
who discovered her?
You'll never be remembered for your voice.
The city can be paradise
For those who have the cash
The class and the connections.
What you need to make a splash
In the morning with the trash
If you were rich or middle class...
Screw the middle classes!
My father's other family were middle class
And we were kept out of sight
Hidden from view at his funeral
Do all your one night stands
Give you this trouble?
Eva, beware of the city
It's hungry and cold
Can't be controlled
It is mad
Those who are fools
are swallowed up whole
And those who are not become
What they should not become
Changed, in short they go bad
Bad is good for me
I'm bored, so clean and so ignored
I've only been predictable, respectable
Birds fly out of here.
So why, oh why, oh why the hell can't I?
I only want variety of society
I want to be a part of B.A.,
Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
She wants to be a part of B.A.,
Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
Five years from now I shall come back
And finally say
You have your way
Come to town
But you'll look at me
with a foreigner's eyes
The magical city
A younger girl's city
All you've done to me
Was that a young girl's fantasy?
I played your city games all right, didn't I?
I already know what cooks
How the dirty city feels and looks
I tasted it last night, didn't I?
I'm gonna be a part of B.A.,
Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
She's gonna be a part of B.A.,
Buenos Aires, Big Apple.
Eva, beware your ambition
It's hungry and cold
Can't be controlled, will run wild
This in a man is danger enough
But you are a woman
Not even a woman
Not very much more than a child
And whatever you say
I'll not steal you away
What's new, Buenos Aires?
I'm new,
I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you
You'll be on me too
I get out here, Buenos Aires
Stand back
You oughta know
What you're gonna get in me
Just a little touch of star quality
Fill me up with your heat
With your noise, with your dirt, overdo me
Let me dance to your beat
Make it loud, let it hurt, run it through me
Don't hold back
You are certain to impress
Tell the driver this is where I'm staying.
Hello, Buenos Aires.
Get this! Just look at me
Dressed up somewhere to go
We'll put on a show
Take me in at your flood, give me speed
Give me lights, set me humming
Shoot me up with your blood
Wine me up with your nights
Watch me coming
All I want is a whole lot of excess
Tell the singer this is where I'm playing
Stand back, Buenos Aires
Because you oughta know
What you're gonna get in me
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