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Melodie de Paris
Christine:
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
Café 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 every rooftop,
Whispering under each tree.
Melody, melody,
My melodie de Paris
Paree is the rain
Paree is the pain of a lover's goodbye
It's the stare when your eye meets a stranger,
ever dangerous.
Crowd:
Paree is the sun
Christine:
That's right!
Paree, if there's one perfect place I must be
It is only ici à Paris.
Crowd:
Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
Christine:
Soaring above every rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Christine:
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris
Count:
Mademoiselle, forgive this intrusion,
but what is your name?
Christine:
Christine Daeé.
Count:
Christine Daeé, I am Phillipe de Chandon,
a connoisseur 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 à 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 à Paris.
Christine/Crowd:
Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
Soaring above every rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody
My melodie de Pa--
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris!
De Paris
De Paris
Christine:
La la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la
Café 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 every rooftop,
Whispering under each tree.
Melody, melody,
My melodie de Paris
Paree is the rain
Paree is the pain of a lover's goodbye
It's the stare when your eye meets a stranger,
ever dangerous.
Crowd:
Paree is the sun
Christine:
That's right!
Paree, if there's one perfect place I must be
It is only ici à Paris.
Crowd:
Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
Christine:
Soaring above every rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Christine:
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris
Count:
Mademoiselle, forgive this intrusion,
but what is your name?
Christine:
Christine Daeé.
Count:
Christine Daeé, I am Phillipe de Chandon,
a connoisseur 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 à 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 à Paris.
Christine/Crowd:
Melody, melody, melody, melody
Sung so melodiously
Melody, melody
My kind of melody
Gentle and flowing and free
Soaring above every rooftop
Whispering under each tree
Melody, melody
My melodie de Pa--
Melody, melody
My melodie de Paris!
De Paris
De Paris
Where In The World
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?
Every 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 cafés
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 toll of a bell
The wind is ringing
And she who will hardly suspect
what she is bringing
To a plan I weave with grand designs
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
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?
Every 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 cafés
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 toll of a bell
The wind is ringing
And she who will hardly suspect
what she is bringing
To a plan I weave with grand designs
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
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!
Every 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, every item that you see
From the cellar to the crystal chandelier
from the fluted marble grand facade
To the elevated promenade
From every toilet bowl--to every 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
Every chance I get, I'll get them 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!
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!
Every 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, every item that you see
From the cellar to the crystal chandelier
from the fluted marble grand facade
To the elevated promenade
From every toilet bowl--to every 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
Every chance I get, I'll get them 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!
