Текст песни:

Todd: Out I say out!!

Lovett: All this running and shouting about what′s
happened?

Todd: No I had him!
His throat was there beneath my hand.
I had swear I had him!
His throat was there and now he′ll never come again.

Mrs. Lovett: Easy now, hush love hush
I keep telling you -

Todd: When? Mrs. Lovett: What′s your rush?
Todd: 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 are 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.

No, 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 Joanna
No I′ll never hug my girl to me - finished!
(shouted) All right! You sir, how about 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.
(shouted) 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 don′t be shy!

Not one man, no, nor 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 honorable 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!


@ Sweeney Todd

Текст песни:

Johanna:
Green finch, and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
sitting in cages
never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
beckoning!
Beckoning!
Just beyond the bars...
How can you remain
staring at the rain
maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
anything?
How is it you sing?

My cage has many rooms
damask and dark...
Nothing there sings,
not even my lark.
Larks never will, you know,
when they′re captive.
Teach me to be more
adaptive.
Ah...
Green Finch, and Linnet Bird,
nightingale, blackbird,
teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly...
Let me sing.


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Текст песни:

ANTHONY
I feel you Johanna
I feel you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now I′m at you window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
Johanna

TODD
And are you beautiful and pale,
With yellow hair,
Like her?
I′d want you beautiful and pale
The way I′ve dreamed you were
Johanna

ANTHONY
Johanna

TODD
And if you′re beautiful, what then,
With yellow hair,
Like wheat?
I think we shall not meet again
My little dove
My sweet
Johanna

ANTHONY
I′ll steal you
Johanna

TODD
Good-bye Johanna
You′re gone and yet you′re mine
I′m fine Johanna
I′m fine

ANTHONY
Johanna

BEGGAR WOMAN
Smoke!
Smoke!
Sign of the Devil!
Sign of the Devil!
C′iy on fire!
Witch!
A witch!
Smell that Sir?
An evil smell!
Ev�ry night at the Vesper�s Bell!
Smoke that comes from the mouth of Hell!
C′iy on fire!
C′iy on fire!
Mischief!
Mischief!
Mischief!

TODD
And if I never hear your voice,
My turtledove,
My dear
I still have reason to rejoice,
The way ahead is clear
Johanna

ANTHONY (with Todd)
I feel you
Johanna

TODD
And in the darkness
When I′m blind with what I can′t forget
It′s always morning in my mind
My little lamb
My pet
Johanna
You stay Johanna
(Anthony: Johanna)
The way I′ve dreamed you are
Oh look Johanna
A star
(ANTHONY
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair)
A shooting star

BEGGAR WOMAN
There!
There!
Somebody!
Somebody!
Look up there!
Didn′t I tell you?
Smell that air!
C′iy on fire!
Quick! Sir!
Run and tell!
More and more like a witch′s spell!
There it is!
There it is!
The unholy smell!
Tell it to the Beadle, and police as well!
Tell ′em!
Tell ′em!
Help!
Please!(wrong)
Fiend! (right)
C′iy on fire!
C′it on fire!
Mischief!
Mischief!

TODD
And though I′ll think of you, I guess
Until the day I die
I think I miss you less and less
As everyday goes by
Johanna

ANTHONY
Johanna

TODD
And you′d be beautiful and pale
And look too much like her
If only angels could prevail
We′d be the way we were
Johanna

ANTHONY
I feel you
Johanna

TODD
Wake up,
Johanna
Another bright red day
We learn Johanna
To say
Good-bye

ANTHONY
I′ll steal you


@ Sweeney Todd

Текст песни:

Antony

I have sailed the world
beheld its wonders
from the dardinells,
to the mountains of Peru,
But there′s no place like London!
I feel home again...
I could hear the city bells ring...
Whatever would I do?
No there′s...

Sweeney Todd

No place like London...

Antony (spoken)

Mr. Todd, sir

Sweeney Todd

You are young...
Life has been kind to you...
You will learn.
(Spoken) ′Tis here we go our seperate ways.
Farewell Antony.
I will not soon forget the good ship bountiful, nor the
young man who saved my life.

Antony

(Spoken) There′s no cause to thank me for that, sir.
It would have been a poor Christian indeed who would have
spotted you
pinching and tossing on that raft and not given the alarm.

Sweeney Todd

(Spoken)
There′s many a Christian would′ve done just that and not
lost a winks sleep over it either.

Beggar Woman

(Sung) Alms, alms for a miserable woman, on a miserable
chilly mornin′!
Thank ya, sir, thank ya...
How would ya like a little muff,
dear a little jig-jig,
a little bounce around the bush!
Wouldn′t ya like to push me parsley?
It looks to me, dear, that you′ve got plenty there to push!
Alms, alms for a pitiful woman...
what′s got wandering wits?
Hey! DOn′t I know you, mister?

Sweeney Todd

Must you glare at me, woman?
Off with you!
Off I say!

Beggar Woman

Then how would ya like to split me muff?
Mister, we′ll go jig-jig!
A little...

Sweeney Todd

Off I said!
To the devil with you!

Beggar Woman

Alms, alms for a pitiful woman!

Antony (Spoken)

Pardon me, sir, but there′s no need to fear the likes of
her,
she′s only a half-crazed beggar woman...
London′s full of them.

Sweeney Todd (spoken)

I beg your indulgance, boy, my mind is far from easy.
For in the once familiar streets I feel a chill of ghostly
shadows everywhere.
Forgive me.

Antony (spoken)

There is nothing to forgive.

Sweeney Todd (spoken)

Farewell, Antony.

Antony (spoken)

Mr. Todd, before we part...

Sweeney Todd (spoken)

What is it?

Antony (spoken)

I have honored my promise never to question you.
Whatever brought you to that sorry shipwreck is your affair
and yet, over
many weeks of our voyage home,
I′ve come to think of you as a friend,
and if trouble lies ahead for you in London, if you
need any help...or money.

Sweeney Todd (spoken)

No!
(sung)
There′s a whole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren′t worth what a pin can spit
and it goes by the name of London.
At the top of the hole sit the previlaged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
turning beauty to filth and greed...
I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
for the cruelty of men is as wonderous as Peru
but there′s no place like London!
--
There was a barber and his wife
and she was beautiful...
a foolish barber and his wife.
She was his reason for his life...
and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous.
And he was nieve.
There was another man who saw
that she was beautiful...
A pias vulture of the law
who, with a gesture of his claw
removed the barber from his plate!
And there was nothing but to wait!
And she would fall!
So soft!
So young!
So lost and oh so beautiful!

Antony (spoken)

The lady, sir, did she, sir, come?

Sweeney Todd (sung)

Ah, that was many years ago...
I doubt if anyone would know.
(spoken)
Now leave me, Antony.
There is somewhere I must go,
something i must find out.
Now, and alone.

Antony (spoken)

But surely we will meet again before I am off to Plymouth?

Sweeney Todd (spoken)

If you want you may well find me around Fleet Street. I
wouldn′t wander.
(sung)
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!


@ Sweeney Todd

Текст песни:

Mrs. Lovett:
There was a barber and his wife,
And he was beautiful,
A proper artist with a knife,
But they transported him for life.
And he was beautiful...

[Spoken]
Barker his name was-- Benjamin Barker.

Todd: [Spoken]
Transported? What was his crime?

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
Foolishness.

He had this wife, you see,
Pretty little thing.
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string--
Poor thing, poor thing.

There were these two, you see,
Wanted her like mad,
One of ′em a judge,
T′other one his beadle.
Every day they′d nudge
And they′d wheedle.
Still she wouldn′t budge
From her needle.
Too bad. Pure thing.

So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they
did,
Leaving her with nothing but grief and a year-old kid.
Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid!
Poor fool.
Ah, but there was worse yet to come--
Poor thing.

[Spoken]
Johanna, that was the baby′s name.
Pretty little Johanna...

Todd: [Spoke]
Go on.

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
My, but you do like a good story, don′t you?

Well, Beadle calls on her, all polite,
Poor thing, poor thing.
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite,
He blames himself for her dreadful plight,
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing, poor thing.

Of course, when she goes there,
Poor thing, poor thing,
They′re havin′ this ball all in masks.
There′s no one she knows there,
Poor dear, poor thing,
She wanders tormented, and drinks,
Poor thing.
The judge has repented, she thinks,
Poor thing.
"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks.

He was there, all right--
Only not so contrite!
She wasn′t no match for such craft, you see,
And everone thought it so droll.
They figured she had to be daft, you see,
So all of ′em stood there and laughed, you see.
Poor soul!
Poor thing!

Todd: [Spoken]
Would no one have mercy on her?!

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
So it is you-- Benjamin Barker.

Todd: [Spoken]
Not Barker! Not Barker! Todd now! Sweeney Todd!

Mrs. Lovett: [Spoken]
Oh, you poor thing. You poor thing. Wait!
See! When they come for the little girl, I hid ′em. I
thought,
who knows? Maybe the poor silly blighter′ll be back again
someday and need ′em. Cracked in the head, wasn′t I?
Times as bad as they are, I could have got five, maybe ten
quid for ′em, any day. See? You can be a barber again.


@ Sweeney Todd

Текст песни:

Mrs. Lovett:
A customer!
Wait! What′s yer rush? What′s yer hurry?
You gave me such a--
Fright. I thought you was a ghost.

Half a minute, can′tcher?
Sit! Sit ye down!
Sit!
All I meant is that I
Haven′t seen a customer for weeks.
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if my head′s a little vague--
Ugh!
What is that?
But you′d think we had the plague--
From the way that people--
keep avoiding--
No you don′t!
Heaven knows I try, sir!
But there′s no one comes in even to inhale--
Right you are, sir. would you like a drop of ale?

Mind you, I can′t hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London,
I know why nobody cares to take them--
I should know,
I make them.
But good? No,
The worst pies in London--
Even that′s polite.
The worst pies in London--
If you doubt it take a bite.

Todd:
Ugh!

Mrs. Lovett:
Is that just, disgusting?
You have to concede it.
It′s nothing but crusting--
Here drink this, you′ll need it--
The worst pies in London--

And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is
when you get it.
Never thought I′d live to see the day men′d think it was a
treat
Finding poor
Animals
Wot are dying in the street.

Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop,
Does a business, but I notice something weird--
Lately, all her neighbors′ cats have disappeared.
Have to hand it to her--
Wot I calls
Enterprise,
Popping pussies into pies.
Wouldn′t do in my shop--
Just the thought of it′s enough to make you sick.
And I′m telling you them pussy cats is quick.

No denying times is hard, sir--
Even harder than
The worst pies in London.
Only lard and nothing more--
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty,
It looks like it′s molting,
And tastes like--
Well, pity
A woman alone
With limited wind
And the worst pies in London!

Ah sir,
Times is hard. Times is hard.

Todd:
Isn′t that a room up there over the shop? If times are
so hard, why don′t you rent it out? That should bring
in something.

Mrs. Lovett:
Up there? Oh, no one will go near it. People think
it′s haunted. You see, years ago, something happened
up there. Something not very nice.


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