Sunset Boulevard (reprise) Songtext

von Andrew Lloyd Webber

What's going on Joe?
Why am i so scared?
What was that woman saying?
She sounded so weird,
I don't understand...
Please can't you tell me what's happening?
Don't you love me any more?
Shall i just go
Say something Joe.
Have some pink champagne
And caviar
When you go visit with a star,
The hospitality is stellar.
So this is where you're living?
Yes, it's quite a place
Sleeps seventeen
Eight sunken tubs
A movie screen
A bowling alley in the cellar.
I didn't come to see a house, Joe.
Sunset boulevard
Cruise the boulevard
Win yourself a hollywoo palazzo.

Sunset boulevard
Mythic boulevard
Valentino danced on the terrazzo.
Who's it belong to?
Just look around you.
That's Norma esmond.
Right on the money
That's Norma Desmond
That's Norma Desmond
That's Norma Desmond.
That's Norma Desmond.
Why did she call me?
Give you three guesses.

It's the oldest story
In the book:
Come see the taker being took
The world is full of Joes and Normas.

Older woman
Very well-to-do meets
Younger man
A standard cue
For two mechanical performers.
Just pack your things and let's go.
You mean all my things?
Have you gone mad.
Leave all the things i've never had?
Leave this luxurious existence?

You want me to face
That one-room hell,
That murphy bed,
That rancid smell,
Go back to living on subsistence?

It's no time to begin a new life,
Now i've finally made a perfect landing.
I'm afraid there's no room for a wife,
Not unless she's uniqueley understanding
You should go back to Artie and marry the fool
And you'll always be welcome to swim in my pool...
I can't look at you any more, Joe

Thank you, thank you, Joe, Thank you.

What are you doing Joe?
You're not leaving me?
Yes, i am, Norma.
You can't! Max! Max!
It's been a bundle of laughs
And thanks for the use of the trinkets.
A little ritzy for the copy desk
Back in dayton.

And there's something you ought to know.
I want to do you this favour:
They'll never shoot that hopeless script of yours.
They only wanted your car.
That's a lie! They still want me!
What about my fan-mail?
It's Max who writes your letters.
Your audience has vanished.
They left when you weren't looking.
Nothing's wrong with being fifty
Unless you're acting twenty.
I am the greatest star of them all.
Goodbye, Norma.
No one ever leave a star.