The Sondheim Lyrics Chain

[Leighton]

Dreams don't die so keep an eye on your dreams.
Or before you know where you are, there you are.
Roads may wind and you may find what you left behind is your dream.

[MartinG]

It's a very short road
From the pinch and the punch

[scenicdesign71]

Most friends fade,
Or they don't make the grade;
New ones are quickly made
And, in a pinch, sure, they'll do.
But us, old friend—
What's to discuss, old friend?

[MartinG]

Why discuss, make ze fuss, 
Since ze West belongs to us?

[scenicdesign71]

My heart belongs to someone else...
I am in love, hopelessly in love,
Hopelessly in love
And am loved hopelessly in turn,
Signora.

[Leighton]

They disappoint 
In turn I fear.
Forgive, though, they won't

[scenicdesign71]

The more he bleeds, the more he lives:
He never forgets and he never forgives.
Perhaps today you gave a nod
To Sweeney Todd...

[MartinG]

Not even a nod.
As if I were trees.
The ground could open.
He would still say "Please".

Never know with you, George,
Who could know with you?

[Leighton]

The girls I'll never know
I'm too tired for 

[MartinG]

Walking off my tired feet.
Pounding Forty-Second Street

[Leighton]

The blood is pounding take aim and ready Bang!
Twenty minutes small talk thirty at the most

[MartinG]

Ninety minutes of Doris Day,
There was nothing to do but pray.

[Leighton]

Stuck all week on a lady's lap
Nothing to do but yawn and nap

[scenicdesign71]

Now, there are two possibilities:
A, I could ravish her; B, I could nap.

Say it's the ravishment. Then we see
The option that follows, of course:
A, the deployment of charm, or B,
The adoption of physical force.

To those who find SJS's lyrics too clever by half, "Now/Soon/Later" responds by grinding the complainers into a fine paste and feeding them to their children with a sprig of rosemary.  Puny mortals.

[Chris L]

To those who find SJS's lyrics too clever by half, "Now/Soon/Later" responds by grinding the complainers into a fine paste and feeding them to their children with a sprig of rosemary.  Puny mortals.

I've always found the lyrics to "Now" so astoundingly clever yet so perfectly natural sounding coming from that character that I would worship Sondheim if it were the only thing he'd ever written.

The current word is "force." Come on, people! Don't let the game stall out!