歌手:Andrew Lloyd Webber
专辑:《The Phantom Of The Opera At The Royal Albert Hall》


"Mystery after gala night,"
it says, "mystery of sopranos flight".
"Mystified," all the papers say,
"We are mystified. We suspect foul play!"
Bad news on soprano scene
First Carlotta, now Christine.
Still at least the seats get sold,
Gossip's worth its weight in gold.
Diva tenders resignation!
Cover does a moonlight flit!
Half your cast disappears
But the crowd still cheers
Opera!
To hell with Gluck and Handel
Have a scandal and you're sure to have a hit!
Damnable!
Will they all walk out?
This is damnable!
Andre please don't shout
It's publicity and the take is vast
Free publicity
But we have no cast!
Andre have you seen the queue
Ah, it seems you've got one too

"Dear Andre what a charming gala,
Christine enjoyed a great success!
We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left
otherwise, the chorus was entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
"Dear Firmin just a brief reminder;
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost
By return of post
P.T.O No one likes a debter
so it's better if my orders are obeyed!"
Who would have the gall to send this?
Someone with a puerile brain
These are both signed O.G
Who the hell is he?
Opera Ghost!
It's really not amusing!
He's abusing our position!
In addition he wants money
He's a funny sort of spectre ...
To expect a large retainer
Nothing plainer
He is clearly quite insane
Where is she?
You mean Carlotta?
I mean Miss Daae.
Where is she?
Well how should we know?
I want an answer
I take it that you sent me this note
What all this nonsense?
Of course not
Don't look at us
She's not with you then?
Of course not
We're in the dark
Monsieur don't argue
Isn't this the letter you wrote
And what is is that we're meant to have wrote?
...Written!

Do not fear for Miss Daae
The Angel of Music has her under his wing
Make no attempt to see her again."
If you didn't write it then who did?
Where is he?
Ah, welcome back!
Your precious patron
Where is he?
What is it now?
I have your letter
A letter that which I rather resent
And did you send it?
Of course not!
As if he would
You didn't send it?
Of course not!
What going on?
You dare to tell me
That this is not the letter you sent
And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?
"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered.
Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight.
Be prepared for a great misfortune
should you attempt to take her place."
Far too many notes for my taste
And most of them about Christine
All we've heard since we came
Is Miss Daae's name
Miss Daae has returned
In which case, I think our meeting is adjourned.
Where precisely is she now?
I thought it best that she went home ...
She needed rest
May I see her?
No monsieur she will see no one
Will she sing?
Will she sing?
Here I have a note
Let me see it
Please
"Gentlemen, I have now sent you
several notes of the most aimnable nature
detailing how my theatre is to be run
You have not followed my instructions.
...I shall give you one last chance
Christine Daae has returned to you
And I am anxious her career should progress
In the new production of Il Muto
You will therefore cast Carlotta as the page boy
And put Miss Daae in the role of Countess
The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal
The role of the page boy is silent
which makes my casting in a word, ideal
I shall watch the performance
from my normal seat in box 5 which will be kept empty for me
Should these commands be ignored a disaster
beyond your imagination will occur
I remain, gentlemen, your obedient servant
O.G
Christine ... Christine.

Christine!
What ever next?
It's all a ploy to help Christine
This is insane
I know who sent this
The Viscount, her lover
Indeed, can you believe this?
Signora
How can you do this?
I am unwanted!
This is a joke
This changes nothing
O mentitori
Signora!

You are our star
And always will be
Signora
The man is mad
We don't take orders
Miss Daae will be playing the page boy
The silent role
Carlotta will be playing the lead
You don't deserve her!
It's useless trying to appease me
Appease her!
You're only saying this to please me
Please her!
Lasciatemi morire!

O padre mio!

Dio!
Who scorn his word beware to those
You have reviled me!
The angel sees, the angel knows
Why did Christine fly from my arms?
You have rebuked me!
Sinora, pardon us
You have replaced me
Please Signora we beseech you
This hour shall see your darkest fears
I must see her
Abbandonata!
Deseredata!
O, sventurata!
The angel sees, the angel hears
Where did she go?
Abbandonata!

Senora sing for us
Disgraziata!
Don't be a matyr
What new suprises lie in store


Your public needs you
We need you too
Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?

Signora no! The World wants you
Prima Donna first lady of the stage
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you
Prima donna enchant us once again
Think of your muse
And all your queues 'round the theatre!
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing Prima Donna once more
Christine spoke of an angel
Prima Donna your song shall live again
Think of your public
You took a snub but there's a public who needs you
She has heard the voice of the Angel of Music
Those who hear you liken you to an angel
Think of the cry of undying support

We get her Opera
She gets her limelight
Follow where the lime light leads you
Leading ladies are a trial
Prima Donna your song shall never die
You'll sing again and to unending ovation
Order, warnings lunatic!

This misacating will invite damnation
Lunatic demands are regular occurences
Think how you'll sing in that final encore
Sing Prima Donna once more
I must see these demands are rejected
Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve
A chorus girl whose gone and slept with the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in love's duet!
Although he may demur, he must have been with her!
Fortunata!
Non ancor abbandonata!
You'd never get away with all this in a play,
but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
It's just the sort of story audiences adore,
in fact a perfect opera!
For if his curse is on this Opera
Prima Donna the world is at your feet
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!

Light Up the stage with that age-old rapport,
Sing Prima Donna
Once more!

Once more!