Never could throw away my guitar / vesti la giubba Lyrics

NEVER COULD THROW AWAY MY GUITAR

I

wanted to be

a rock `n roll singer

So I picked up a cheap guitar,

And I practiced real hard when I was a kid

But when the others heard my voice

They said that the obvious choice should be singing the classics

Study hard and give your youth in training for this task

And maybe if you make it you`ll get everything you ask

But I never could throw away my guitar

Now I finally am, a big opera singer

And the people all applaud

But only when the high notes come out right

And if the show appeals to their tastes,

They might even throw you a bone

And give you a BRAVO!

Most of them don`t understand the music or the words

You won`t be accepted till the aria is heard

Glad I never could throw away my guitar

Without it I knew I couldn't get too far

They almost killed my joy for singing

Rock `n roll kept me sane

Never could throw away my guitar

Never could throw away my guitar

Never could throw away my guitar

Never could throw away my guitar

Vesti la giubba

Laugh Clown

Recitar! Mentre preso dal delirio, non so più quel che dico

E quel che faccio!

Eppur è d'uopo, sforzati!Bah! Sei tu forse un uomo?

Tu se' Pagliaccio!

To go on, to go on, when my head is full of madness

Hiding from the audience my pain and my sadness

Just don't know what to say, just don't know what to do

Am I a man? Am I a man? No I'm a clown, I'm a fool!

Put on my makeup, paint up my face

The people pay their money and wanna laugh in this place

And if Harlequin steals your Columbine,

You're gonna laugh clown ja …

While the people are clappin' at you

Vesti la giubba, e la faccia infarina

La gente paga, e rider vuole qua

E se Arlecchin t'invola Colombina

Ridi, Pagliaccio, e ognun applaudirà!

Tears into smiles, grimaces and sighs

Don't show them your pain, don't show them you cry!

Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto

In una smorfia il singhiozzo e 'l dolore, ah!

Ridi, Pagliaccio! Sul tuo amore infranto!

Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!

Yeah laugh clown, laugh … laugh for love that's broken

Laugh for the pain, that is destroying your heart!

Ridi del duol, che t'avvelena il cor!

POLITICAL ART

They're politically sound, they're politically bound to go real far

Rich family and a household name

They know how to play the game

What they lack in their souls, they make up in their goals

For power and greed

They deny they play a part

In corrupting all political art

Political art, and your career starts

When you learn how to keep your big mouth shut

And to compliment the emperor's new clothes

They take the credit for this, they take the credit for that

They take the credit where credit is due

But one thing they'll never confess

They're the reason for the mess

Political art, and the show just goes on and on

Political art

won`t let us be

Just can`t follow the rules, yeah they keep changing all the time

And it`s not what you know but who

In political art

They create the illusion they create the confusion

Till we no longer know the truth

Intellectual marmalade

Surrealistic masquerade

And you know who you are, and you know that I know

And you know that I`ll never become a part

But the show just goes on and on

Political art, just won`t let us be

Can't follow the rules

yeah they keep changing all the time

And it`s not what you know but who

In political art

Political art, but the show just goes on and on

Political art

just won`t let me be

I just can`t follow the rules, yeah they keep changing all the time

And it`s not what you know but who

In political art

And it`s not what you know but who

In political art

And it`s not what you know but who

OPERATUNITY

I hear you lost your job at the factory

I hear you are as low as low can be

I've got some news for you

Before you think you're through

Listen to my idea on career

OPERATUNITY!

In Deutschland pick yourself out a theater

Dress in black and walk on through the door

Don't be afraid if you've no experience to trade

To direct you have experience galore!

Cause

Any jerk can really screw up an opera

As a matter of fact that's really what they expect

Don't worry about the plot

Tradition or the lot

Cares to the wind, just simply begin!

If you fail, then

what the heck!

Imagine yourself in possession of the power

To command respect for things you've never done

And when the problems start

You can scream

THIS IS ART!

As long as it's a scandal man you've won!

Although I can see, your musicality

Lacks a certain sophisticated flare

A Regisseur you see, need only watch TV

and

ZAP

before you know it!

An idea is there!

Yes, any jerk can really screw up an opera

Have you got the stuff to see it through?

If your ego's on the rise, then I wouldn't be surprised

That you can do it too, that you'll do something new!

You will learn that the tide will turn

You're bound for glory! do

Tale your chance to screw up an opera too!

THE FAT LADY SINGS

Pictures on the tube beg for my attention

All over the world they pray for intervention

The bloated bellies, the pain, and the sorrow

At the end of the day what`s the sense for tomorrow?

The sets get built; the auditions go on

The first act warning bell rings

And the planet goes round one more time

Feeding our ego, the cultural freak show, the fat lady sings

The fat lady sings

Children run crying, the cameras preserve it

Bombs falling 'round them, do they deserve it?

So much suffering, yet no one's to blame

All in the name of freedom, or so they claim

The producers plan, the halls are booked up,

The artists collect their things

Or maybe just one more curtain call

The audience grieves for the suffering Diva, the fat lady sings

The fat lady sings

If there`s hope in this crazy world, it`s gotta be you and me

Too late tomorrow let`s do it now

When it`s all said and done,

It`s never really over till the fat lady sings

The fat lady sings

Peace is in demand, but no one is buying

They say they`re all ready, but no one is trying

Words are mixed up with lies and hate

No one will move yet no one can wait

The awards are planned, the artist walks up,

Honored for a twist of fate

And it` comfortable here in my world

Should I really care that somewhere out there the fat lady sings

Should I really care that somewhere out there the fat lady sings

Should I really care that for someone out there the fat lady sang

Nessun dorma

Aria by Giacomo Puccini

Nessun dorma

Nessun dorma

Tu pure, o Principessa

Nella tua fredda stanza

Guardi le stelle

Che tremano d'amore

E di speranza

Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me

Il nome mio nessun saprà, no, no

Sulla tua bocca lo dirò

Quando la luce splenderà

Ed il mio bacio scioglierà

Il silenzio che ti fa mia

(Il nome suo nessun saprà

E noi dovrem, ahimè, morir, morir)

Dilegua, o notte

Tramontate, stelle

Tramontate, stelle

All'alba vincerò

Vincerò

Vincerò

LET NO ONE SLEEP

(Nessun dorma)

Who am I

what is it I feel

what is it that's real?

When did the cracks begin?

Who are you

did we meet last night

did I win the fight?

When did you let me in?

What is it you want from me, what is it I really want from you?

Who is it you're looking for

What is it you`ll do when we are through?

Take my hand, look the other way

Find another day to steal an hour or two

Want me strong, never want my soul, never want me whole

There`s not enough for you

Let the moment burn you deep, let the passion rise

Let no one sleep

Find in me what can't be found, lose control

But never lose your ground

Did I hear I love you? Did I hear at all?

Did I hear I love you? Was it you or I

Let the moment burn you deep, let the passion rise

Let no one sleep

Find in me what can`t be found, lose control

But never lose your ground

Did you hear I love you? Did you hear at all?

Did you hear I love you? Was it you or I

THE AGENT- MEAT MARKET

(The Agent's unfulfilled dream)

I wanted to be an opera singer

I wanted to reach for the stars

I wanted to feel successful

I wanted to be all I could be

But I'm not

(The Agent's reality)

Now I sell breasts for a dollar, and legs at half price

Today my special on thighs looks quite nice

Always a bargain here at my meat market

This one's been used, but this one's quite new

Give me a call if there's less I can do

Come won't you by my wares

I sell till my cupboard is bare

Always a bargain here at the meat market

SELL! SELL! And if you`re hungry for more!

SELL! SELL! They`ll always lined up right outside my door!

Sign in the line and you'll never regret it

The next time you come I'll never forget it

Always fresh voices here at my meat market

If it goes bad you have my permission

To cut it apart, just send the commission

Always a steady supply

I'm waiting for you to come by

Always a rump to fry, at my meat market

THE CRITIC

(The critic speaks)

Who are they to tell me I wasn't good enough

The teachers, the experts, the singers, the musicians, the lot!

A case of unrecognized quality and prejudice stupidity

My talent and ability unquestionable

or not?

Now here I am in the royal opera box,

And it's my turn to judge them!

Gonna show them all that the price of success is high

Cause those who can't do teach, and those who can't join

CRITICIZE!

What's that I hear in your voice, a trace of imperfection?

And what's that conductor trying to do down there

fly?

The tenor's obese gestures disturb me,

But the audience seems to be entertained by it all

WHY?

I just can't sit here and take this; something has to be done!

Someone must objectively put them in their place

Now who can that someone be?

Wait a minute

that someone is me!

Cause I'll

CRITICIZE

Criticize he'll criticize, criticize he'll criticize,

Criticize he'll criti

criti

criti

criti

And if you don't sound like my favorite singer,

Man I'm gonna tear you apart

And if you don't live up to my frustration

of what is art

Who are you to tell me what is good?

In the end it's me who decides!

You'll wait till the morning paper is delivered

To find out if you did well, Cause

I'll CRITICIZE!

I'll write a detailed intellectual assessment of the production

Confirming my superior knowledge

and taste

Perhaps a line or two

about the singers,

More than that you'll agree would be a waste

I'm here to inform you if it was good or bad

Your opinion is not required

Something like this you just can't decide on your own

In the end you'll see, the last word is mine

So excuse me

I gotta go now

and

CRITICIZE!

Criticize he'll criticize, criticize he'll criticize,

Criticize he'll criti

criti

criti

criti

And if you don't act like my favorite actor

Man I'm gonna rip you apart!

And if you don't give in to my obsession of what is art!

Tonight you'll shine up on the stage,

But tomorrow your ass is MINE!

And you'll deny you ever read what I write

Yet somehow you'll always find out

What I CRITICIZE

Criticize he'll criticize, criticize he'll criti

criti

criti

criti

SING!

(Theme with high note festival)

SING! JUST SING! SING! JUST SING!

They're breaking down the front door, they're breaking everything

They're gonna take you with them,

And you know they're gonna ask you to

SING! JUST SING!

You know that if you give in they'll never let you go

Your voice just may betray you, by now you surely know it's

.

THE OPERATIC EXPERIENCE

SING! JUST SING! SING! JUST SING!

They're looking for an answer, they know you're in the ring

They'll never let you get out; you know you'd better give in and

SING! JUST SING!

They want the information, the lid is gonna blow

Who will ever believe you it's all just part of the show

THE OPERATIC EXPERIENCE

(High note festival)

JUST SING! SING! JUST SING!

They've got you under contract, heads are gonna swing

They don't have to torture; they know you're getting ready to

SING! JUST SING!

You're standing in the wings now, the stagehand gives a glance

Let's hope that you're ready cause this is your big chance!

THE OPERATIC EXPERIENCE