THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA SOUNDTRACK LYRICS
Masquerade/Why So Silent
M'sieur Firmin?
M'sieur Andre?
Dear Andre
what a splendid party!
The prologue
to a bright new year!
Quite a night!
I'm impressed!
Well, one does
one's best ...
Here's to us!
I must say, all the same, that
it's a shame that 'Phantom'
fellow isn't here!
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!
Flash of mauve ...
Splash of puce ...
Fool and king ...
Ghoul and goose ...
Green and black ...
Queen and priest ...
Trace of rouge ...
Face of beast ...
Faces ...
Take your turn, take a ride
on the merry-go-round ...
in an inhuman race ...
Eye of gold ...
Thigh of blue ...
True is false ...
Who is who ...?
Curl of lip ...
Swirl of gown ...
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
And all our fears
are in the past!
Six months...
Of relief!Of delight!
Of Elysian peace!
And we can breathe at last!
No more notes!
No more ghost!
Here's a health!
Here's a toast:
to a prosperous year!
To the new chandelier!
And may its
splendour never fade!
Six months!
What a joy!
What a change!
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?
Please, let's not fight ...
Christine, you're free!
Wait till the time is right ...When will that be?
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 I'll ...
You will ...
... 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 -
let the spectacle
astound you!
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" !
I advise you
to comply -
my instructions
should be clear -
Remember
there are worse things
than a shattered chandelier ...
Your chains are still mine -
you will sing for me!
Madame Giry. Madame Giry ...
Monsieur, don't ask me - I know no more than
anyone else.
That's not true. You've seen something, haven't you ?
I don't know what I've seen ... Please don't ask me,
monsieur ...Madame, for all our sakes ...
Very well. It was years ago. There was a travelling
fair in the city. Tumblers, conjurors, human
oddities ...
Go on ...
And there was ... I shall never forget him: a man ...
Locked in a cage ...
In a cage ... ?
A prodigy, monsieur! Scholar, architect, musician ...
A composer ...
And an inventor too, monsieur. They boasted he had
once built for the Shah of Persia, a maze of
mirrors ...
Who was this man ...?
A freak of nature ...
more monster
than man ...
Deformed ...?
From birth, it seemed ...My God ...And then ... he
went missing. He escaped.
Go on.
They never found him
it was said he
had died ...
But he didn't die, did he?
The world forgot him,
but I never can ...
For in this darkness
I have seen him again ...And so our
Phantom's this man ...I have said too much,
monsieur.
And there have been too many accidents ...
Accidents?!
Too many ...Madame Giry ...!