miércoles, 18 de marzo de 2009

Stephen Sondheim - Epiphany

-I had him!
His throat was bare beneath my hand
No! I had him!
His throat was there and he’ll never come again

-Easy not!
Hush, love, hush
I keep telling you --

- When!

- What’s your rush?

- Why did I wait?
You told me to wait
Now he’ll never come again

There’s a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it’s filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
But not for long

They all deserve to die
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett
Tell you why
Because in all of the whole human race, Mrs. Lovett
There two kinds of men
And only two
There’s the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one’s face
Look at me, Mrs. Lovett
Look at you
Though we all deserve to die
Even you, Mrs. Lovett
Even I

Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us, death will be a relief
We all deserve to die

And I’ll never see Johanna
No, I’ll never hug my girl to me

You, sir!
How ’bout a shave?
Come and visit
Your good friend Sweeney

You, sir! Too, sir!
Welcome to the grave
I will have vengeance
I will have salvation

Who, sir? You, sir?
No one’s in the chair
Come on! Come on!
Sweeney’s waiting
I want you bleeders

You sir, anybody!
Gentlemen, now don’t be shy
Not one man
No not ten men
Nor a hundred can assuage me
I will have you

And I will get him back even as he gloats
In the meantime I’ll practice on less honourable throats

And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I’ll never see my girl again
But the work waits
I’m alive at last
And I’m full of joy

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