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| Posted by: tmdonahue (tmdonahue@yahoo.com) 09:13 am EDT 08/26/19 | |
| In reply to: re: Don’t you love farce? - carolinaguy 09:08 am EDT 08/26/19 | |
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| My favorite line in that song comes in a late chorus and isn't often sung: "What a surprise! What a cliche." | |
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| re: Don’t you love farce? | |
| Posted by: EvFoDr 12:29 pm EDT 08/26/19 | |
| In reply to: re: Don’t you love farce? - tmdonahue 09:13 am EDT 08/26/19 | |
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| It's not sung often because it's not part of the original song. It was written especially for Streisand for The Broadway Album :-) And to tie it all together, Streisand used this song to mock Trump during her recent concerts. | |
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| Thanks. Didn't know those lyrics were written for Streisand. | |
| Posted by: tmdonahue (tmdonahue@yahoo.com) 03:31 pm EDT 08/26/19 | |
| In reply to: re: Don’t you love farce? - EvFoDr 12:29 pm EDT 08/26/19 | |
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| re: Thanks. Didn't know those lyrics were written for Streisand. | |
| Posted by: EvFoDr 05:31 pm EDT 08/26/19 | |
| In reply to: Thanks. Didn't know those lyrics were written for Streisand. - tmdonahue 03:31 pm EDT 08/26/19 | |
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| Sure thing. In the show itself there is a scene of dialogue in the middle of the song, then Desiree starts the last verse. Streisand felt there was something missing in the song without the dramatic moments covered in that dialogue. So the second bridge "What a surprise/who could foresee..." which contains the lyric you like so much was written to serve the function that the scene served and get her to the final verse. And of course she also famously asked Sondheim to change the last line to "Don't bother they're here" instead of "Well maybe next year". And he did. |
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| re: Thanks. Didn't know those lyrics were written for Streisand. | |
| Posted by: Michael_Portantiere 12:55 pm EDT 08/29/19 | |
| In reply to: re: Thanks. Didn't know those lyrics were written for Streisand. - EvFoDr 05:31 pm EDT 08/26/19 | |
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| ***And of course she also famously asked Sondheim to change the last line to "Don't bother they're here" instead of "Well maybe next year". And he did.*** Well, that wasn't exactly a change, it was a case of moving the lyrics from one place in the song to another. The line "don't bother, they're here" already existed in the original version. |
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| re: Thanks. Didn't know those lyrics were written for Streisand. | |
| Last Edit: Quicheo 03:39 pm EDT 08/28/19 | |
| Posted by: Quicheo 03:38 pm EDT 08/28/19 | |
| In reply to: re: Thanks. Didn't know those lyrics were written for Streisand. - EvFoDr 05:31 pm EDT 08/26/19 | |
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| Exactly. Here are the original lyrics: Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air, Where are the clowns? Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move, Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns? Just when I'd stopped opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines No one is there Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry, my dear! But where are the clowns Send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here (The scene happens here) Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year And the rewrite for Streisand: Isn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here, at last, on the ground You in mid-air Send in the clowns Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around One who can't move Where are the clowns? Send in the clowns Just when I'd stopped opening doors Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines No one is there Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry, my dear But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Quick, send in the clowns What a surprise! Who could foresee? I'd come to feel about you What you felt about me Why only now, when I see That you've drifted away? What a surprise What a cliche Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career And where are the clowns? Quick, send in the clowns Don't bother They're here |
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