The Sondheim Lyrics Chain

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Bobster

Quote from: Leighton on Jul 14, 2017, 10:09 AMAnd ladies, my lord, are weak

Ladies and their sensitivities, my lord!
Have a fragile sensibility
When a girl's emergent

I think this is a bunny.  

Vera Charles

Quote from: Bobster on Jul 17, 2017, 03:48 AMI think this is a bunny. 

Lovely bunny!
Does that mean a non-runner?

AmyG

That is a very cute bunny.

Bobster

Quote from: Vera Charles on Jul 17, 2017, 04:28 AM
Quote from: Bobster on Jul 17, 2017, 03:48 AMI think this is a bunny. 

Lovely bunny!
Does that mean a non-runner?

That's what I think, yep.

Vera Charles

Quote from: Bobster on Jul 17, 2017, 09:26 PM
Quote from: Vera Charles on Jul 17, 2017, 04:28 AMLovely bunny!
Does that mean a non-runner?

That's what I think, yep.

So, in the absence of @Leighton telling us which lyric he was thinking about, should we revert to this?

Quote from: Bobster on Jul 14, 2017, 06:12 AMLove, I hear, makes you blush and turns you ashen
You try to speak with passion, and squeak...
I hear...
Love, they say, makes you pine away
But you pine away with an idiotic grin!
I pine, I blush, I squeak, I squawk
Today I woke too weak to walk



wittyandbright

In the tea, my Lord,
The chrysanthemum tea —
An informal variation
On the normal recipe.
Though I know my plan had merit,
It's been slow in execution.
If there's one thing you inherit,
It's your father's constitution,
And you're taking so long, my Lord ...
Do you think I was wrong, my Lord? ...
No, you must let me speak:
When the Shogun is weak,
Then the tea must be strong, my Lord ...
My Lord — ?

Vera Charles

I'll warm me bones on the esplanade
Have tea and scones with me gay young blade
Then I'll knit a sweater, while you write a letter


wittyandbright

Listen to the stories.
Hear it in the songs.
Angry men
Don't write the rules
And guns don't right the wrongs.


Vera Charles

You would have liked her
Honey, I'm wrong
You would have loved her
Mama enjoyed things
Mama was smart
See how she shimmers?
I mean, from the heart

MartinG

He's a very smart Prince
He's a Prince who prepares
Knowing this time I'd run from him
He spread pitch on the stairs.
Morals tomorrow

wittyandbright

It's a rip in the bustle and a rustle in the hay
And I'll pitch the quick fantastic,
With flings of confetti and my petticoats away up high.
It's a very short way
From the fling that's for fun
To the thigh pressing under the table.
It's a very short day
Till you're stuck with just one
Or it has to be done
On the sly.

KathyB

Look, they won't hold us
A table
At ringside
All night!

Vera Charles

The evening air
Doesn't feel quite right
In the not-quite glare
Of the not-quite night
And it's ...
Wait! Is that a star?

wittyandbright

Wood star ...
Water star ...
All celestial omens are —
Excellent.

Leighton

Oh God I should stop playing games.  I highlighted the wrong bloody word; it was meant to be girl.  Serves me right for playing after having a pint (or two!)

Sorry to have held you all up for so long!  Though fascinating that the word fragile doesn't appear anywhere else in the entire canon!
Self indulgence is better than no indulgence!