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Was it Really That Hard to See?

Was it Really That Hard to See?

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Nobody Listened, by Delta Goodrem

I am in one of those dreams
Where you just keep on falling and
No one hears you calling

All that you saw was my smile
But it’s been dark for a while
And the days have gone cold
No more sleep for my soul
Or that’s what I’ve been told

Did you think that things would be ok?
That my life could keep going on this way?
When I cried when I shouted and I screamed and I yelled
And I was mad and I was angry
How come no one could tell?
Say why didn’t you listen to me?
Was it really that hard to see?
Nobody listened

One day I found the creature asleep
I had a secret to keep
And now the whole world knows

And if I did now go
And I know be on show
Unprotected did you know
From it all came the blow

Did you think that things would be ok?
That my life could keep going on this way?
When I cried when I shouted and I screamed and I yelled
And I was mad and I was angry
How come no-one could tell?
I said why didn’t you listen to me?
Was it really that hard to see?
Nobody listened
Nobody listened

Invader took the breath from me
Healer the angel did I see

All that you saw was my smile
But it’s been dark for a while
And the days have gone cold

When I cried when I shouted and I screamed and I yelled
And I was mad and I was angry
How come no-one could tell?
Say why didn’t you listen to me?
Was it really that hard to see?
Nobody listened
Nobody listened

And then I cried and I shouted and I screamed and I yelled
And I was mad and I was angry
How come no’one could tell
Say why didn’t you listen to me?
Was it really that hard to see?
Nobody listened
Nobody listened

Invader took the breath from me
Healer the angel did I see

Invader took my breath away
Healer the angel did I see

It’s not too far to go now
Like a train off the rails here
Cuz nobody listened
Nobody listened (nobody listened)

But they’re listening now…

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Goodbye by Natalie Imbruglia

Everyday’s the same
I feel them merge
I try to separate
Resist the urge

But they tell me, I’ll be fine
That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter

But the words won’t play
And there’s no easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye

Keep my head on straight
And don’t look down
With all I’ve pushed away
I’m losing ground

But they tell me, I’ll be fine
That it will all get better
Just try to write it down
Or put it in a letter

But the words won’t play
‘Cause there’s no easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

And from the sidelines
Watch me fall down

And I don’t understand the things I do
But I’ll probably be fine
As long as I keep moving
I’ll try to write it down
So things just keep improving

Still the words won’t play
‘Cause there’s no easy way to say
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Most Beautiful Song for the New Year

Most Beautiful Song for the New Year

Regina Spektor – My Dear Acquaintance (A Happy New Year)

My dear acquaintance, it’s so good to know you
For strength of your hand
That is loving and giving
And a happy new year
With love overflowing
With joy in our hearts
For the blessed new year

Raise your glass and we’ll have a cheer
For us all who are gathered here
And a happy new year to all that is living
To all that is gentle, kind, and forgiving
Raise your glass and we’ll have a cheer
My dear acquaintance, a happy new year

All of those who are hither and yonder
With love in our hearts
We grow fonder and fonder
Hail to those who we hold so dear
And hail to those who are gathered here

And a happy new year to all that is living
To all that is gentle, young, and forgiving
Raise your glass and we’ll have a cheer
My dear acquaintance, a happy new year
Happy new year

When there are no words to speak

When there are no words to speak

Music sings the heart that the mind cannot express.

Edvard Grieg’s “In the Hall of the Mountain King” performed at the Musikfestspiele Potsdam Sanssouci by the Deutsches Filmorchester Babelsberg under the direction of Scott Lawton:

At the Ballet

At the Ballet

Marvin Hamlisch is dead at the age of 68. Sadness.

When I was young, I loved the ballet. I had problems with my feet that prohibited me from continuing as a dancer, and I would sing “At the Ballet” from A Chorus Line as my mourning song. It was a catchall song for all of my sadness, really, and sometimes I couldn’t even finish the song without crying. Even then, singing seemed to be the one of the only ways that this introvert bookworm could deal with difficult emotions. I would usually follow it up with “What I Did for Love” (but I never could sing that song without going a little flat).

A Chorus Line made a deep impression on me. For a while, it even superseded my love for Godspell and Jesus Christ Superstar and Evita.

Hamlisch was a “singular sensation.” RIP, dear.

My Chorus Line sheet music

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At the Ballet” from A Chorus Line, Music by Marvin Hamlisch, Lyrics by Edward Kleban

Sheila:
Daddy always thought that he married beneath him
That’s what he said, that’s what he said.
When he proposed he informed my mother
He was probably her very last chance.
And though she was twenty-two,
Though she was twenty-two,
Though she was twenty-two
She married him.

Life with my dad wasn’t ever a picnic
More like a “come as you are.”
When I was five I remember my mother
Dug earrings out of the car.
I knew they weren’t hers, but it wasn’t
Something you’d want to discuss.
He wasn’t warm.
Well, not to her.
Well, not to us…

But
Everything was beautiful at the ballet.
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white.
Yes,
Everything was beautiful at ballet,
Hey!
I was happy… at the ballet.

(spoken) That’s when I started class.

(Bebe turns and begins to walk downstage)

Sheila:
Up a steep and very narrow stairway

Sheila and Bebe:
To the voice like a metronome
Up a steep and very narrow stairway

Sheila:
It wasn’t paradise….

Bebe:
It wasn’t paradise….

Sheila and Bebe:
It wasn’t paradise….

Sheila:
But it was home.

(Sheila turns to face upstage, Bebe steps forward)

Bebe:
Mother always said I’d be very attractive
When I grew up, when I grew up.
“Diff’rent,” she said, “With a special something
And a very, very personal flair.”
And though I was eight or nine,
Though I was eight or nine,
Though I was eight or nine,
I hated her.

Now,
“Diff’rent” is nice, but it sure isn’t pretty.
“Pretty” is what it’s about.
I never met anyone who was “diff’rent”
Who couldn’t figure that out.
So beautiful I’d never live to see.
But it was clear,
If not to her,
Well then to me…

(Maggie turns and begins to walk downstage)

Bebe and Maggie:
That everyone is beautiful at the ballet.
Every prince has got to have his swan.
Yes,
Everyone is beautiful at the ballet.

Maggie:
Hey!

Bebe:
I was pretty

Sheila:
(turning to face front) At the ballet.

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie:
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome.
Up a steep and very narrow stairway,

Maggie:
It wasn’t paradise….

Bebe:
It wasn’t paradise….

Sheila:
It wasn’t paradise….

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie:
But it was home.

(Lights dim on Sheila and Bebe leaving Maggie in the brightest light)

Maggie:
(Spoken) I don’t know what they were for or against, really, except each other. I mean, I was born to save their marriage, but when my father came to pick my mother up at the hospital he said: “Well, I thought this was going to help. But I guess it’s not.” Anyway, I did have a fantastic fantasy life. I used to dance around the living room with my arms up like this. My fantasy was that it was an Indian Chief. And he’d say to me, “Maggie, do you wanna dance?” And I’d say, “Daddy, I would love to dance.”

(Lights full on Sheila and Bebe. Other two girls sing back up “Do-do-doo’s” behind solo lines.)

Bebe:
But it was clear….

Sheila:
When he proposed….

Maggie:
That I was born to help their marriage and when…

Sheila:
That’s what he said….

Bebe:
That’s what she said….

Maggie:
I used to dance around the living room….

Sheila:
He wasn’t warm….

Bebe:
Not to her….

(“Do-do-doo’s” end)

Maggie:
It was an Indian chief and he’d say
“Maggie, do you wanna dance?”
And I said, “Daddy, I would love to”
Everything was beautiful at the ballet.
Raise your arms and someone’s always there.
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet,
At the ballet,
At the ballet!!

(Dance section)

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie:
Yes everything was beautiful at the ballet.

Maggie:
Hey!

Bebe:
I was pretty

Sheila:
I was happy

Maggie:
“I would love to.…”

Sheila, Bebe, and Maggie:
At the ballet.



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