Текст песни Back at the House on Sunset - Andrew Lloyd Webber , Glenn Close , George Hearn

Where have you been

Out. I assume I can go out when I feel like it

Madame is quite agitated
Earlier this evening
She wanted you for something and you could not be found

Well, that's tough

I don't think you understand, Mr. Gillis
Madame is extremely fragile
She has moments of melancholy
There have been suicide attempts

Why? Because of her career? She's done well enough
Look at all the fan mail she gets every day

I wouldn't look too closely at the postmarks if I were you

You mean you write them

Will you be requiring some supper this evening, sir

No. And Max

Yes, sir
Who the hell do you think you are, bringing my stuff up from my apartment without consulting me
I have a life of my own
Now you're telling me I'm supposed to be a prisoner here

I think, perhaps, sir, you will have to make up your mind to abide by the rules of this house
That is, if you want the job

I started work on the script
I hacked my way through the thicket
A maze of fragmented ramblings
By a soul in limbo
She hovered there like a hawk
Afraid I'd damage her baby

What's that

I thought we might cut away from the slave market

Cut away from me

Norma, they don't want you in every scene

Of course they do. What else would they have come for
Put it back

I'd made my first big mistake
I'd put my foot in the quicksand
It wouldn't be a few days
Paste and scissors
This would take weeks

The house was always so quiet
Just me and Max and that organ
No one phoned and nobody ever came
And there was only one kind
Of entertainment on hand

Max, what's on this evening
I hope it's not one of her weepy melodramas

We'll be showing
One of Madam's enduring classics
The Ordeal of Joan of Arc

Oh, God
We saw that last week

A masterpiece can never pall
She is the greatest star of all