The Phantom of the Opera Page #5
ace of hearts, face of clown
Faces!
Drink it in, drink it up
Till you've drowned
in the light, in the sound
But who can name the face?
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade
Take your fill
Let the spectacle astound you
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade
Seething shadows, breathing lies
Masquerade
You can fool any friend
who ever knew you
Masquerade!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes
Masquerade
Run and hide
But a face will still pursue you
- What a night
- What a crowd
- Makes you glad
- Makes you proud
- All the creme de la creme
- Watching us watching them...
- ... of delight
- Of Elysian peace
- And we can breathe at last
- No more notes
- No more ghost
- Here's to health
- Here's a toast to a prosperous year
- To our friends who are here
- And may our splendor never fade
What a blessed release
And what a masquerade
Think of it
A secret engagement.
Look, your future bride.
- Just think of it.
- But why is it secret?
What have we to hide?
You promised me.
- No, Raoul. Please don't. They'll see.
- Let them see.
It's an engagement, not a crime.
Christine, what are you afraid of?
- Let's not argue
- Let's not argue
- Please pretend
- I can only hope
- You will understand in time
- I'll understand in time
Masquerade!
Paper faces on parade
Masquerade
Hide your face
so the world will never find you
Masquerade!
Every face a different shade
Masquerade
Look around
There's another mask behind you
Masquerade!
Burning glances, turning heads
Masquerade
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles around you
Masquerade!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds
Masquerade
Take your fill
Why so silent, good messieurs?
Did you think that
I had left you for good?
Have you missed me, good messieurs?
I have written you an opera
Here, I bring the finished score
Don Juan Triumphant
Fondest greetings to you all
A few instructions
just before rehearsal starts
Carlotta must be taught to act
Not her normal trick
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 our star
Miss Christine Daae
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
You belong to me!
- Madame Giry...
- Please, I know no more than anyone else.
- That's not true!
- Monsieur, don't ask.
- There have been too many accidents.
- Accidents?
Please, Madame Giry...
...for all our sakes.
Very well.
It was years ago.
There was a traveling fair in the city.
Gypsies.
I was very young.
Studying to be a ballerina.
One of many.
Living in the dormitories
of the opera house.
See the wonder from the East!
Come.
Come.
Come inside.
Come and see the Devil's Child.
Behold, mesdames and messieurs,
the Devil's Child!
Devil's Child.
Murder!
- Murder!
- Which way?!
That way! That way!
He's getting away!
I hid him from the world
and its cruelties.
of life since then...
...except this opera house.
It was his playground...
...and now his artistic domain.
He's a genius.
He's an architect and designer.
He's a composer and a magician.
- A genius, monsieur.
- But clearly, Madame Giry...
...genius has turned to madness.
- Monsieur.
- Where to?
The cemetery.
To my father's grave, please.
- Where have they gone?
- The cemetery.
In sleep, he sang to me
In dreams, he came
That voice, which calls to me...
... and speaks my name
Little Lotte thought of everything
and nothing.
Her father promised her that he would
send her the Angel of Music.
Her father promised her.
You were once
my one companion
You were all that mattered
You were once
a friend and father
Then my world was shattered...
... wishing you were somehow here again
... wishing you were somehow near
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed...
... somehow you would be here...
... wishing I could hear your voice again
... knowing that I never would
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do...
... all that you dreamed I could
Passing bells and sculpted angels
Cold and monumental...
... seem for you...
... the wrong companions
You were warm and gentle
Too many years
fighting back tears
Why can't the past just die?
Wishing you were somehow here again
Knowing we must say goodbye
Try to forgive
Teach me to live
Give me the strength to try
No more memories
No more silent tears
No more gazing across
The wasted years
Help me say
Goodbye
Help me say
Goodbye
Wandering child
so lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
Angel or father
friend or phantom?
- Who is it there staring?
- Have you forgotten your angel?
Angel, oh, speak
what endless longings
Echo in this whisper
Too long you've wandered in winter...
... far from my fathering gaze
- Wildly, my mind beats against you
- You resist
- Yet your soul obeys
- Yet the soul obeys
- Angel of Music, you denied me
- Angel of Music, I denied you
- Turning from true beauty
- Turning from true beauty
- Angel of Music, do not shun me
- Angel of Music, my protector
- Come to your strange angel
- Come to me, strange angel
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel...
- ... of Music
- No, Christine! Wait!
Wait!
- Raoul!
- Whatever you believe, this man...
...this thing is not your father!
No, Raoul!
No.
Not like this.
Now let it be war upon you both.
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 Daae sings
he is certain to attend
- We are certain the doors are barred
- We are certain the police are there
We are certain they're armed
The curtain falls
His reign will end
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
You said yourself
He was nothing but a man
Yet while he lives
He will haunt us
Till 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...
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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