Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street: The Motion Picture Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street: The Motion Picture Soundtrack Lyrics
- Stephen Sondheim - Opening Title
- Johnny Depp - No Place Like London
- Helena Bonham Carter - The Worst Pies in London
- Johnny Depp - Poor Thing
- Johnny Depp - My Friends
- Jayne Wisener - Green Finch and Linnett Bird
- Laura Michelle Kelly - Alms Alms
- Edwards Sanders - Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
- Sacha Baron Cohen - The Contest
- Johnny Depp - Wait
- Alan Rickman - Ladies in Their Sensitivities
- Johnny Depp - Pretty Women
- Johnny Depp - Epiphany
- Johnny Depp - A Little Priest
- Jamie Campbell Bower - Johanna
- Edward Sanders - God, That's Good!
- Johnny Depp - By the Sea
- Edward Sanders - Not While I'm Around
- Johnny Depp - Final Scene
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Johnny Depp - No Place Like London
[ Featuring Jamie Campbell Bower ]
I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles to the mountains of Peru
But there's no place like London!
No there's no place like London
You are young
Life has been kind to you
You will learn
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
Making mock of the vermin in the lonely zoo
Turning beauty into filth and greed
I too have sailed the world and seen its wonders
For the cruelty of men is as wondrous as Peru
But there's no place like London
There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful
A foolish barber and his wife
She was his reason and his life
And she was beautiful
And she was virtuous
And he was naive
There was another man who saw
That she was beautiful
A biased vulture of the law
And with a gesture of his claw
Removed the barber from his plate
Then there was nothing but to wait
And she would fall
So soft, so young, so lost
And oh so beautiful
Oh, that was many years ago
I doubt if anyone would know
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Helena Bonham Carter - The Worst Pies in London
A customer!
Wait, what's your rush, what's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright
I thought you was a ghost
Half a minute, can't you sit? Sit you down, sit
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
What is that?
Bet you'd think we had the plague
From the way the people keep avoiding
No, you don't
Heaven knows I try, sir
But there's no one even comes in, even to inhale
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you, I can hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London
I know why nobody cares to take them
I should know, I make 'em
But good?
No, the worst pies in London, even that's polite
The worst pies in London
If you doubt it, take a bite
Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it
It's nothing but crusting
Here drink this, you'll need it
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is, when you get it
Never thought I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat, finding poor animals
What are dying in the street
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
Does her business but I noticed something weird
Lately all her neighbors cats have disappeared
Have to hand it to her, what I calls enterprise
Poppin' pussies into pies
Wouldn't do in my shop
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick
And I'm tellin' you them pussy cats is quick
No denying times is hard, sir
Even harder than the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing more
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty
It looks like it's molting
And tastes like
Well, pity a woman alone
With limited wind
And the worst pies in London
Ah, sir
Times is hard
Times is hard
Wait, what's your rush, what's your hurry?
You gave me such a fright
I thought you was a ghost
Half a minute, can't you sit? Sit you down, sit
All I meant is that I haven't seen a customer for weeks
Did you come here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me head's a little vague
What is that?
Bet you'd think we had the plague
From the way the people keep avoiding
No, you don't
Heaven knows I try, sir
But there's no one even comes in, even to inhale
Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale?
Mind you, I can hardly blame them
These are probably the worst pies in London
I know why nobody cares to take them
I should know, I make 'em
But good?
No, the worst pies in London, even that's polite
The worst pies in London
If you doubt it, take a bite
Is that just disgusting?
You have to concede it
It's nothing but crusting
Here drink this, you'll need it
The worst pies in London
And no wonder with the price of meat
What it is, when you get it
Never thought I'd live to see the day
Men'd think it was a treat, finding poor animals
What are dying in the street
Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop
Does her business but I noticed something weird
Lately all her neighbors cats have disappeared
Have to hand it to her, what I calls enterprise
Poppin' pussies into pies
Wouldn't do in my shop
Just the thought of it's enough to make you sick
And I'm tellin' you them pussy cats is quick
No denying times is hard, sir
Even harder than the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing more
Is that just revolting?
All greasy and gritty
It looks like it's molting
And tastes like
Well, pity a woman alone
With limited wind
And the worst pies in London
Ah, sir
Times is hard
Times is hard
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Johnny Depp - Poor Thing
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter ]
Isn't that a room up there over the pie shop?
If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?
That should bring in something
Up there? Oh, no, I don't go near it
People think it's haunted
You see, years ago, something happened up there, something not very nice.
There was a barber and his wife
And he was beautiful
A proper artist with a knife
But they transported him for life
And he was beautiful
Barker, his name was
Benjamin Barker
Transported? What was his crime?
Foolishness
He had this wife, you see
Pretty little thing
Silly little nit
Had her chance for the moon on a string
Poor thing
Poor thing
There were these two, you see
Wanted her like mad
One of 'em a Judge
T'other one his Beadle!
Every day they'd nudge
And they'd wheedle!
But she wouldn't budge
From her needle
Too bad
Pure thing
So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did
Leaving her with nothing but grief and a year-old kid
Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid!
Poor fool
Ah, but there was worse yet to come
Poor thing
Johanna, that was the child's name
Pretty little Johanna
Go on
My, you do like a good story, don't you?
Well, Beadle calls on her, all polite
Poor thing
Poor thing
The Judge, he tells her, is all contrite
He blames himself for her dreadful plight
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Poor thing
Poor thing
Of course when she goes there
Poor thing, poor thing
They're having this ball all in masks
There's no one she knows there
Poor dear, poor thing
She wanders tormented and drinks
Poor thing
The Judge has repented, she thinks
Poor thing
"Oh, where is Judge Turpin?" she asks
He was there, all right
Only not so contrite!
She wasn't no match for such craft, you see
And everyone thought it so droll
They figured she had to be daft, you see
So all of 'em stood there and laughed, you see
Poor soul!
Poor thing!
No! Would no one have mercy on her?
So it is you, Benjamin Barker!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC
Copyright: Lyrics © WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC
Johnny Depp - My Friends
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter ]
My friends
These are my friends
See how they glisten
See this one shine
How he smiles in the light
My friends
My faithful friends
Speak to me friends
Whisper, I'll listen
I know, I know
You've been locked out of sight all these years
Like me my friends
Well I've come home
To find you waiting
Home
And we're together
And we'll do wonders
Won't we?
You there my friend
Come let me hold you
Now, with a sigh
You grow warm in my hand
My friend
My clever my friend
I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd
If you only knew, Mr. Todd
Ooh, Mr. Todd you're warm in my hand
You've come home
Always had a fondness for you, I did
Rest now my friends
Soon I'll unfold you
Soon you'll know splendors you never have dreamed all your days
My lucky friends
Never you fear, Mr. Todd
You can move in here, Mr. Todd
Splendors you never have dreamed all your days will be yours
I'm your friend
'Til now your shine was merely silver
Friends
You shall drip rubies
You'll soon drip precious rubies
And you're mine
Don't they shine beautiful?
Silver's good enough for me
Mr. T
At last my arm is complete again
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jayne Wisener - Green Finch and Linnett Bird
Green finch and linnet bird
Nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
Sitting in cages
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
Beckoning, beckoning
Just beyond the bars
How can you remain
Staring at the rain
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?
My cage has many rooms
Damask and dark
Nothing there sings
Not even my lark
Larks never will, you know
When they're captive
Teach me to be more adaptive
Ah
Green finch and linnet bird
Nightingale, blackbird
Teach me how to sing
If I cannot fly
Let me sing
Nightingale, blackbird
How is it you sing?
How can you jubilate
Sitting in cages
Never taking wing?
Outside the sky waits
Beckoning, beckoning
Just beyond the bars
How can you remain
Staring at the rain
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
Anything?
How is it you sing?
My cage has many rooms
Damask and dark
Nothing there sings
Not even my lark
Larks never will, you know
When they're captive
Teach me to be more adaptive
Ah
Green finch and linnet bird
Nightingale, blackbird
Teach me how to sing
If I cannot fly
Let me sing
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Laura Michelle Kelly - Alms Alms
[ Featuring Jamie Campbell Bower ]
Alms! Alms!
For a miserable woman
On a miserable chilly morning
Thank yer, sir
Thank yer
Ma'am, could you tell me whose house this is?
Ah, that's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is
And the young lady who resides there?
Well, that's Johanna, his pretty little ward
Keeps her snug, he does, all locked up
So don't you go trespassing there
Or it's a good whipping for you
Or any other young man with mischief on his mind"
Ow, would you like a little muff, dear
A little jig jig
A little bounce around the bush?
Wouldn't you like to push me parsley?
It looks to me, dear
Like you got plenty there to push
Alms! Alms!
For a desperate woman
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Edwards Sanders - Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
[ Featuring Johnny Depp, Helena Bonham Carter ]
Ladies and gentlemen!
May I have your attention, please?
Do you wake every morning in shame and despair
To discover your pillow is covered with hair
What ought not to be there?
Well, ladies and gentlemen
From now on, you can waken at ease
You need never again have a worry or care
I will show you a miracle, marvelous, rare
Gentlemen, you are about to see something
That rose from the dead
On the top of my head
Scarcely a month ago, gentlemen
I was struck with a horrible
Dermatologic disease
Though the finest physicians in London were called
I awakened one morning amazed and appalled
To discover with dread that my head was as bald
As a novice's knees
I was dying of shame
'Til a gentleman came
An illustrious barber, Pirelli by name
He give me a liquid as precious as gold
I rubbed it in daily like what I was told
And behold!
Only thirty days old!
'Twas Pirelli's
Miracle Elixir
That's what did the trick, sir
True, sir, true
Was it quick, sir?
Did it in a tick, sir
Just like an elixir
Ought to do!
How about a bottle, mister?
Only costs a penny, guaranteed
Penny buys a bottle, I don't know (go ahead and tug, sir)
You don't need (go ahead, sir, harder)
Ah, let's go!
Does Pirelli's
Stimulate the growth, sir?
You can have my oath, sir
'Tis unique
Rub a minute
Stimulating, innit?
Soon you'll have to thin it
Once a week!
Penny buys a bottle, guaranteed!
Penny buys a bottle, might as well (how about a sample?)
(Wotcher think?) Have you ever smelled a cleaner smell?
Isn't it a crime they let these urchins clog the pavement?
Penny buys a bottle, does it? (That's enough, sir, ample) (Go ahead and try it, what the hell)
Gently dab it
Gets to be a habit
Soon there'll be enough, sir
Somebody can grab it
See that chap with
Hair like Shelley's?
You can tell he's
Used Pirelli's
Let me have a bottle
Make that two
Pardon me, ma'am, what's that awful stench? (Then again I could get some for Harry)
Are we standing near an open trench? (How about a beer?)
Must be standing near an open trench (you know a pub?)
Bye, bye (I'm just passing by) (there's one close by) (pass it by)
Buy Pirelli's
Miracle Elixir
Anything what's slick, sir
Soon sprouts curls
Try Pirelli's
When they see how thick, sir
You can have your pick, sir
Of the girls
Want to buy a bottle, missus?
What is this?
Propagates the hair, sir (what is this?)
(Penny for a bottle)
Smells like piss (what was that?)
Smells like-phew! (He says it smells like piss)
Looks like piss (says it smells like piss) (would not touch it if I was you, dear!)
(Wotcher think?)
How about a sample, mister? (This is piss)
Piss with ink!
Let me smell that bottle
I don't want no ink piss!
What is this? (Never mind that madman, mister) (What does that smell like to you, sir?)
Give us back our money!
Give 'em back their money! (What does that smell like to you ma'am?)
Where is this Pirelli?
Yeah, where is this Pirelli?
Let Pirelli's
Activate your roots, sir
Keep it off your boots, sir
Eats right through
(Go and get Pirelli!)
Yes, get Pirelli's!
Use a bottle of it
Ladies seem to love it
Flies do, too!
Hand the bloody money over!
Hand the bloody money over!
See Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
Grow a little wick, sir
Then some fuzz
The Pirelli's
Soon'll make it thick, sir
Like a good elixir
Always does!
Trust Pirelli's
If your hair is sick, sir
Fix it in the nick, sir
Don't look grim
Just Pirelli's Miracle Elixir
That'll do the trick, sir
(What about the money?)
If you've got a kick, sir
What about the money?
Where is this Pirelli?
Go and get Pirelli!
What about our money? (Tell it to the mixer of the Miracle Elixir)
If you've got a kick, sir! (Where's Pirelli?)
Talk to him!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sacha Baron Cohen - The Contest
[ Featuring Johnny Depp, Tomothy Spall ]
I am Adolfo Pirelli
Da king of da barbers, da barber of kings
E buon giorno, good day
I blow you a kiss!
And I, da so-famous Pirelli
I wish-a to know
Who has-a da nerve-a to say
My elixir is-a piss!
Who says this?
I do
I am Mr. Sweeney Todd
I have opened this bottle of Pirelli's elixir
And I say to you it is nothing but an arrant fraud
And furthermore-"Signor"-I have serviced no kings
Yet I wager that I can shave a cheek and pull a tooth
With ten times more dexterity than any street mountebank!
You hear zis foolish-a man? Watch and-a see how he will regret his-a folly!
Will Beadle Bamford be the judge?
Glad, as always, to oblige my friends and neighbors Ready?
Ready!
Ready
The fastest, smoothest shave is the winner
Now, signorini, signori
We mix-a da lather
But first-a you gather
Around, signorini, signori
You looking a man
Who have had-a da glory
To shave-a da Pope!
Mr Sweeney-so-smart
Oh, I beg-a your pardon-'ll
Call me a liar, was-a only a cardinal
Nope!
It was-a da Pope!
Perhaps, signorini, signori
You'd like-a I tell-a
Da famous-a story
Of Queen Isabella
Da queen of-a Polan
Whose toot' was-a swollen
I pull it so nice from her mout'
That-a though to begin she's a screaming-a murder
She's later-a swoon-a with bliss an' was heard-a
To shout
"Pull all of them out!"
To shave-a da face
To pull-a da toot'
Require da grace
And not-a da brute
For if-a you slip
You nick da skin
You clip-a da chin
You rip-a da lip a bit
And that's-a da trut'!
To shave-a da face
Or even a part
Widout it-a smart
Require da heart
It take-a da art
I show you a chart
I study-a starting in my yout'!
To cut-a da hair
To trim-a da beard
To make-a da bristle
Clean like a whistle
Dis is from early infancy
Da talent give to me
By God!
It take-a da skill
It take-a da brains
It take-a da will
To take-a da pains
It take-a da pace
It take-a da grace
The winner is Todd!
And now, who's for a tooth pulling-free without charge!
Oh, me, sir
Me, sir
Who else? No one?
Then, sir, since there is no means to test the second skill
I claim the victory
Wait! One moment Wait! You, boy! Get on that chair!
Me, Signor? Not a tooth, sir, I beg of you!
I ain't got a twinge, not the slightest pain
You do now! We see who is zee victor now!
Ready?
Ready!
Ready
To pull-a da toot'
Widout-a da skill
Can damage da root
Now hold-a da still!
An' if-a you slip
You grip a bit
You hit da pit of it
Or chip-a da tip
And have-a to fill
To pull-a da toot'
Widout-a da grace
You leave-a da space
All over da place
You try to erase
Widout-a da trace
Sometimes is da case
You even-a kill
To hold-a da clamp
Widout-a da cramp
Wid all dat saliva
It could-a drive-a
You crazy
Don' mutter
Or back-a you go to da gutter!
My touch is as light as a butter-a
Cup!
I take-a da pains
I learn-a da art
I use-a da brains
I give-a da heart
I have-a da grace
I win-a da race!
I give-a da up
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Johnny Depp - Wait
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter ]
Why doesn't the Beadle come? "Before the week is out," that's what he said
And who says the week is out yet? It's only Friday
Easy now
Hush, love, hush
Don't distress yourself
What's your rush?
Keep your thoughts
Nice and lush
Wait
Hush, love, hush
Think it through
Once it bubbles
Then what's to do?
Watch it close
Let it brew
Wait
I've been thinking flowers
Maybe daisies
To brighten up the room
Don't you think some flowers
Pretty daisies
Might relieve the gloom?
Ah, wait, love, wait
And the Judge? When will I get him?
Can't you think of nothing else?
Always brooding away on your wrongs, what happened heaven knows how many years ago
Slow, love, slow
Time's so fast
Now goes quickly
See, now it's past!
Soon will come
Soon will last
Wait
Don't you know
Silly man
Half the fun is to
Plan the plan?
All good things come to
Those who can
Wait
Gillyflowers, maybe
'Stead of daisies?
I don't know, though
What do you think?
Yes
Gillyflowers, I'd say
Nothing like a nice bowl of gillies
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Alan Rickman - Ladies in Their Sensitivities
[ Featuring Timothy Spall ]
I have news for you, my friend
In order to shield her from the evils of this world
I have decided to marry my dear Johanna
Oh, sir! Happy news indeed!
Strangely, when I offered myself to her
She showed a certain reluctance
Excuse me, my lord
May I request, my lord
Permission, my lord, to speak
Forgive me if I suggest, my lord
You're looking less than your best, my lord
There's powder upon your vest, my lord
And stubble upon your cheek
And ladies, my lord, are weak
Stubble, you say?
Perhaps I am a little over-hasty in the mornings
Fret not though, my lord
I know a place, my lord
A barber, my lord, of skill
Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord
Some eau de cologne to brace, my lord
And musk to enhance the chase, my lord
You'll dazzle the girl until
Until?
She bows to your every will
A barber? Take me to him
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Johnny Depp - Pretty Women
[ Featuring Alan Rickman ]
And what may I do for you, sir?
A stylish trimming of the hair?
A soothing skin massage?
You see, sir, a man infatuate with love
Her ardent and eager slave
So fetch the pomade and pumice stone
And lend me a more seductive tone
A sprinkling, perhaps, of French cologne
But first, sir, I think
A shave
The closest I ever gave
Oh, you're in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd
'Tis your delight, sir, catching fire
From one man to the next
'Tis true, sir, love can still inspire
The blood to pound, the heart leap higher
What more
What more can man require
Than love, sir?
More than love, sir
What, sir?
Women
Ah yes, women
Pretty women
Now then, my friend
Now to your purpose
Patience, enjoy it
Revenge can't be taken in haste
Make haste, and if we wed
You'll be commended, sir
My lord
And who may it be said
Is your intended, sir?
My ward
And pretty as a rosebud
Pretty as her mother?
What? What was that?
Oh, nothing, sir Nothing, nothing May we proceed?
Pretty women
Fascinating
Sipping coffee
Dancing
Pretty women
Are a wonder
Pretty women
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them
Cheers the air
Pretty women
Silhouetted
Stay within you
Glancing
Stay forever
Breathing lightly
Pretty women
Pretty women!
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair
Then they leave
Even when they leave you Even when they leave
And vanish, they somehow They still
Can still remain Are
There with you There
There with you They're there
Ah, pretty women
At their mirrors
In their gardens
Letter-writing
Flower-picking
Weather-watching
How they make a man sing
Proof of heaven
As you're living
Pretty women, sir!
Pretty women, yes! Pretty women, here's to
Pretty women, sir! Pretty women
Pretty women! All the
Pretty women, sir! Pretty women
Pretty women
She says she'll marry me Sunday
Everything's set, we leave tonight
You!
Judge Turpin!
There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time! Johanna, elope with you?
I'll lock her up in some obscure retreat
Where neither you nor any other vile corrupting youth shall ever lay eyes on her again!
But, sir, I beg of you!
And as for you, barber! It is all too clear what company you keep
Service them well and hold their custom for you'll have none of mine!
Mr. Todd!
Out!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Johnny Depp - Epiphany
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter, Jamie Campbell Bower ]
Out
Mr. Todd-
Out, I say out!
All this running and shouting
What is it now, dear?
I had him and then
And that sailor busted in
I saw them both running down the street
I had him!
His throat was there, beneath my hand
There, there, dear, don't fret
No, I had him!
His throat was there and he'll never come again
Easy now, hush, love, hush
I keep telling you
When?
What's your rush?
Why did I wait?
You told me to wait!
Now he'll never come again
There's a hole in the world like a great black pit
And it's filled with people who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world inhabit it
But not for long
They all deserve to die
Tell you why, Mrs. Lovett, tell you why
Because in all of the whole human race
Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two
There's the one staying put in his proper place
And the one with his foot in the other one's face
Look at me, Mrs. Lovett, look at you
No, we all deserve to die
Even you, Mrs. Lovett, even I
Because the lives of the wicked should be made brief
For the rest of us death will be a relief
We all deserve to die
And I'll never see Johanna
No I'll never hug my girl to me
Finished!
Alright! You sir, how about a shave?
Come and visit your good friend, Sweeney
You sir, too sir?
Welcome to the grave
I will have vengeance
I will have salvation
Who, sir? You, sir?
No one's in the chair
Come on, come on!
Sweeney's waiting
I want you bleeders
You, sir! Anybody!
Gentlemen, now don't be shy!
Not one man, no, nor ten men
Nor a hundred can assuage me
I will have you!
And I will get him back, even as he gloats
In the meantime, I'll practice on less honorable throats
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I'll never see my girl again!
But the work waits!
I'm alive at last!
And I'm full of joy!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Johnny Depp - A Little Priest
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter ]
That's all very well What're we gonna do about him?
Later on, when it's dark, we'll take him to some secret place and bury him
Well, of course, we could do that
I don't suppose he's got any relatives going to come poking around looking for him
You know me, bright ideas just pop into my head and I keep thinking
Seems a downright shame
Shame?
Seems an awful waste
Such a nice plump frame
Wot's-his-name
Has
Had
Has
Nor it can't be traced
Business needs a lift
Debts to be erased
Think of it as thrift
As a gift
If you get my drift
No?
Seems an awful waste
I mean
With the price of meat what it is
When you get it
If you get it
Ha ha ha!
Good, you got it
Take, for instance
Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop
Business never better, using only pussycats and toast
And a pussy's good for maybe six or seven at the most
And I'm sure they can't compare as far as taste
Mrs. Lovett
What a charming notion
Eminently practical
And yet appropriate as always
Well, it does seem a waste
Mrs. Lovett
How I've lived without you all these years
It's an idea
I'll never know!
How delectable!
Also undetectable
How choice!
How rare!
Think about it
Lots of other gentlemen'll
Soon be coming for a shave
Won't they?
Think of
All them
Pies!
For what's the sound of the world out there?
What, Mr. Todd, what, Mr. Todd
What is that sound?
Those crunching noises pervading the air?
Yes, Mr. Todd, yes, Mr. Todd
Yes, all around
It's man devouring man, my dear
And who are we to deny it in here?
Ah, these are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett And desperate measures are called for
Here we are, hot from the oven
What is that?
It's priest
Have a little priest
Is it really good?
Sir, it's too good, at least
Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh
So it's pretty fresh
Awful lot of fat
Only where it sat
Haven't you got poet
Or something like that?
No, you see the trouble with poet
Is how do you know it's
Deceased?
Try the priest
Mm, heavenly
Ah
Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but then not as bland as curate, either
And good for business
Always leaves you wanting more Trouble is, we only get it in Sundays
Lawyer's rather nice
If it's for a price
Order something else, though, to follow
Since no one should swallow
It twice
Anything that's lean
Well, then, but if you're British and loyal
You might enjoy Royal
Marine
Anyway, it's clean
Though of course, it tastes of wherever it's been
Is that squire
On the fire?
Mercy no, sir
Look closer
You'll notice it's grocer
Looks thicker
More like vicar
No, it has to be grocer-it's green
The history of the world, my love
Save a lot of graves
Do a lot of relatives favors
Is those below serving those up above
Everybody shaves
So there should be plenty of flavors
How gratifying for once to know
That those above will serve those down below!
Now, let's see
We've got tinker
Something pinker
Mm, tailor?
Mm, paler
Potter?
Hotter
Butler?
Subtler
Locksmith?
Lovely bit of clerk
Maybe for a lark
Then again, there's sweep
If you want it cheap
And you like it dark
Try the financier
Peak of his career
That looks pretty rank
Well, he drank
It's a bank
Cashier
Last one really sold
Wasn't quite so old
Have you any beadle?
Next week, so I'm told
Beadle isn't bad till you smell it
And notice how well it's
Been greased
Stick to priest
Now this may be a bit stringy, but then again, it's fiddle player
Ah, no, no, no, that's not fiddle player That's piccolo player
How can you tell?
Because it's piping hot
Then blow on it first!
The history of the world, my sweet
Oh, Mr. Todd, ooh, Mr. Todd
What does it tell?
Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat
And, Mr. Todd, too, Mr. Todd
Who gets to sell
But fortunately, it's also clear
That everybody
Goes down well with beer
Since marine doesn't appeal to you, how about Rear Admiral?
Too salty I prefer General
With or without his privates? Wi- "With" is extra
What is that?
It's fop
Finest in the shop
Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered
With actual shepherd
On top
And I've just begun
Here's the politician- so oily
It's served with a doily
Have one?
Put it on a bun
Well, you never know if it's going to run
Try the friar
Fried, it's drier
No, the clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy
Then actor-
That's compacter
Yes, and always arrives overdone
I'll come again when you
Have judge on the menu
Wait! True, we don't have judge yet, but we've got something you might fancy even better
What's that?
Executioner
Have charity towards the world, my pet
Yes, yes, I know, my love
We'll take the customers that we can get
High-born and low, my love
We'll not discriminate great from small
No, we'll serve anyone
Meaning anyone
And to anyone
At all!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Jamie Campbell Bower - Johanna
[ Featuring Johnny Depp, Laura Michelle Kelly ]
I feel you, Johanna
I feel you
I was half convinced I'd waken
Satisfied enough to dream you
Happily, I was mistaken
Johanna
I'll steal you, Johanna
I'll steal you
Do they think that walls can hide you?
Even now, I'm at your window
I am in the dark beside you
Buried sweetly in your yellow hair
I feel you, Johanna
And one day, I'll steal you
'Til I'm with you then, I'm with you there
Sweetly buried in your yellow hair
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Edward Sanders - God, That's Good!
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter ]
Ladies and gentlemen
May I have your attention, please?
Are your nostrils aquiver and tingling as well
At that delicate, luscious ambrosial smell?
Yes they are, I can tell
Well, ladies and gentlemen
That aroma enriching the breeze
Is like nothing compared to its succulent source
As the gourmets among you will tell you, of course
Ladies and gentlemen
You can't imagine the rapture in store
Just inside of this door!
There you'll sample
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Savory and sweet pies
As you'll see
You who eat pies
Mrs. Lovett's meat pies
Conjure up the treat pies
Used to be!
Toby!
Coming!
Ale there!
Right, mum!
Quick, now!
Nice to see you, dearie
How have you been keeping?
Cor, me bones is weary!
Toby!
One for the gentleman
Hear the birdies cheeping
Helps to keep it cheery
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
What's my secret?
Frankly, dear--forgive my candor
Family secret
All to do with herbs
Things like being
Careful with your coriander
That's what makes the gravy grander
Eat them slow and
Feel the crust, how thin I (she) rolled it!
Eat them slow, 'cos
Every one's a prize!
Eat them slow, 'cos
That's the lot and now we've sold it!
Come again tomorrow
Hold it
Bless my eyes
Fresh supplies!
How about it, dearie?
Be here in a twinkling!
Just confirms my theory
Toby
God watches over us
Didn't have an inkling
Positively eerie
Is that a pie
Fit for a king
A wondrous sweet
And most delectable thing?
You see, ma'am, why
There is no meat pie
Toby!
Throw the old woman out!
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Johnny Depp - By the Sea
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter ]
Ooh, Mr. Todd
I'm so happy
I could eat you up, I really could
You know what I'd like to do, Mr. Todd?
What I dream
If the business stays as good?
Where I'd really like to go
In a year or so?
Don't you want to know?
Of course!
Do you really want to know?
Yes, yes, I do, I do
By the sea, Mr. Todd, that's the life I covet
By the sea, Mr. Todd, oh, I know you'd love it
You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
In a house what we'd almost own
Down by the sea
Anything you say
Wouldn't that be smashing?
With the sea at our gate
We'll have kippered herring
Wot have swum to us straight
From the Straits of Bering
Every night in the kip
When we're through our kippers
I'll be there slippin' off your slippers
By the sea
With the fishies splashing
By the sea
Wouldn't that be smashing?
Down by the sea
Anything you say, anything you say
I can see us waking
The breakers breaking
The seagulls squawking
Hoo! Hoo!
I'll do me baking
Then I go walking
With you-hoo
Yoo-hoo
I'll warm me bones
On the esplanade
Have tea and scones
With me gay young blade
Then I'll knit a sweater
While you write a letter
Unless we've got better
To do-hoo
Anything you say
Think how snug it'll be underneath our flannel
When it's just you and me and the English Channel
In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy
We'll have chums over every Friday
By the sea (anything you say)
Don't you love the weather?
By the sea
We'll grow old together
By the seaside, woo-hoo
By the beautiful sea
Ooh, I can see us now in our bathing dresses
Oh! You in a nice rich navy
And me in stripes, perhaps? Hm
It'll be so quiet
That who'll come by it
Except a seagull, hoo, hoo
We shouldn't try it
Though 'til it's legal for two
But a seaside wedding could be devised
Me rumpled bedding legitimized
Me eyelids'll flutter
I'll turn into butter
The moment I mutter, "I do"
By the sea, in our nest
We could share our kippers
With the odd paying guest
From the weekend trippers
Have a nice sunny suite
For the guest to rest in
Now and then, you could do the guest in
By the sea
Married nice and proper
By the sea
Bring along your chopper
To the seaside, whoa-oh
By the beautiful sea
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Edward Sanders - Not While I'm Around
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter ]
You know, mum, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you
If there was a monster or an ogre or anything bad like that wot was after you
I'd rip it apart with my bare fists, I would
What a sweet child it is
Even if it was just a man
A man, dear?
A man wot was bad and wot might be luring you all unbeknownst into his evil deeds, like
Here, what is this? What are you talking about?
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No, sir
Not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care, I got ways
Of course you do
What a sweet, affectionate child it is
No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not to worry
Whistle, I'll be there
Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time, nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around
What is this foolishness? What are you talking 'bout?
Not to worry, not to worry
I may not be smart but I ain't dumb
I can do it, put me to it
Show me something I can overcome
Not to worry, mum
Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to, I would never hide a thing from you
Like some
Now, Toby, dear
Haven't we had enough foolish chatter?
Let's just sit nice and quiet for a bit
Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you, darling
Not while I'm around
Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays
I'll send them howling
I don't care
Boys and their fancies! What will we think of next?
No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not to worry
Whistle, I'll be there
Demons will charm you with a smile, for a while
But in time, nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Johnny Depp - Final Scene
[ Featuring Helena Bonham Carter, Jamie Campbell Bower, Jayne Wisener, Laura Michelle Kelly, Alan Rickman ]
Toby, where are you, love
Where is he?
Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around
Toby, Toby
Nothing's gonna harm you, darling, not while I'm around
Toby?
Mr. Todd! You wait for him here
I'll return with the coach in less than half an hour
Don't worry
No one will recognize you
You're safe now
Safe? So we run away and then all our dreams come true?
I hope so
I've never had dreams
Only nightmares
Johanna, when we're free of this place all the ghosts will go away
No, Anthony, they never go away
I'll be right back to you. Half an hour and we'll be free!
Beadle, Beadle
No good hiding I saw you
Are you in there still, beadle
Beadle, beadle, dear beadle
Beadle deedle deedle
Deedle deedle dumpling
Beadle dumpling
Ba deedle deedle deedle
Deedle deedle deedle deedle
Deedle deedle deedle deedle
Deedle deedle
Who are you? What are you doing here?
Evil it is, Sir
The stink of evil from below! From her!
She's the devil's wife! Beware of her sir
She, with no pity in her heart!
Hey, don't I know you mister?
Mr. Todd?
Where is she?
Below, your honor, with my neighbor
Thank heavens the sailor did not molest her
Thank heavens too, she has seen the error
Of her ways
She has?
Oh, yes, your lesson was well learned
She speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness
Then she shall have it!
She'll be here soon, you say?
Yes!
Excellent, my friend!
How 'bout a shave?
Sit, sir, sit!
Oh, pretty women
Pretty women, yes!
Johanna, Johanna
Pretty women, pretty women are a wonder
Pretty women!
Pretty women what would we do
For women
Blowing out their candles
Or combing out their hair
Then they leave
Even when they even when they
Leave they still leave you and
Are there, there vanish they
There somehow can still
Remain there with
You there
How seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit
With fellow taste... in women at least
What's that?
The years no doubt have changed me, sir, but now I suppose the face of a barber
The face of a prisoner in the dark is not
Particularly memorable
Benjamin Barker!
Benjamin Barker!
Rest now my friend
Rest now forever
Sleep now the untroubled
Sleep of the angels
"Don't I know you", she said... you knew she lived
I was only thinking of you
You lied to me
No, no, not lied at all
No I never lied
Lucy, said she took a
Poison, she did
I've never said that she
Died! poor thing
Come she lived, but it
Left her weak in the
Home head all she did for
Months was just lie
Again there in bed. Should
Have been in
Lucy! hospital, wound up
In bedlam instead
Oh my poor thing, better
You should think she
God was dead, yes I lied
Cause I love you
Lucy I'd be twice the
Wife she was I
What love you. Could that
Thing have cared for
Have I you, like me?
Done?
Mrs. Lovett, you're a bloody wonder
Eminently practical and yet appropriate as always
As you've said repeatedly there's
Little point in dwelling on the past
Now come here do you mean it?
My love everything I did
Nothing I swear I thought
To fear was only for the best
My love, belive me!
What's dead is dead
Can we still be married?
The history of the world, my pet
Oh, Mr. Todd
Oh, Mr. Todd
Leave it to me!
Is learn forgiveness
And try to forget
By the sea, Mr. Todd
We'll be comfy, cozy
By the sea Mr. Todd
Where there's no one nosy
Life is for the alive, my dear
So let's keep living it
Just keep living it
Really living it
Ah!
There was a barber and his wife
And she was beautiful
A foolish barber and his wife
She was his reason and his life
And she was beautiful
And she was virtuous
And he was
Writer: Stephen Sondheim
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street: The Motion Picture Soundtrack is a soundtrack to the film of the same name, released on December 18, 2007.
In a change from the original, Sondheim cut the show's famous opening number, "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd", explaining, "Why have a chorus singing about 'attending the tale of Sweeney Todd' when you could just go ahead and attend it?" Sondheim acknowledged that, in adapting a musical to film, the plot has to be kept moving, and was sent MP3 files of his shortened songs by Mike Higham, the film's music producer, for approval.
Several other songs were also cut, and Sondheim noted that there were "many changes, additions and deletions... [though]... if you just go along with it, I think you'll have a spectacular time." To create a larger, more cinematic feel, the score was reorchestrated by the stage musical's original orchestrator, Jonathan Tunick, who increased the orchestra from twenty-seven musicians to seventy-eight.
The Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Deluxe Complete Edition soundtrack was released on December 18, 2007. Johnny Depp's singing was described by a New York Times reviewer as "harsh and thin, but amazingly forceful". Another critic adds that, though Depp's voice "does not have much heft or power", "his ear is obviously excellent, because his pitch is dead-on accurate... Beyond his good pitch and phrasing, the expressive colorings of his singing are crucial to the portrayal.
Beneath this Sweeney's vacant, sullen exterior is a man consumed with a murderous rage that threatens to burst forth every time he slowly takes a breath and is poised to speak. Yet when he sings, his voice crackles and breaks with sadness."
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, musical In a change from the original, Sondheim cut the show's famous opening number, "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd", explaining, "Why have a chorus singing about 'attending the tale of Sweeney Todd' when you could just go ahead and attend it?" Sondheim acknowledged that, in adapting a musical to film, the plot has to be kept moving, and was sent MP3 files of his shortened songs by Mike Higham, the film's music producer, for approval.
Several other songs were also cut, and Sondheim noted that there were "many changes, additions and deletions... [though]... if you just go along with it, I think you'll have a spectacular time." To create a larger, more cinematic feel, the score was reorchestrated by the stage musical's original orchestrator, Jonathan Tunick, who increased the orchestra from twenty-seven musicians to seventy-eight.
The Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Deluxe Complete Edition soundtrack was released on December 18, 2007. Johnny Depp's singing was described by a New York Times reviewer as "harsh and thin, but amazingly forceful". Another critic adds that, though Depp's voice "does not have much heft or power", "his ear is obviously excellent, because his pitch is dead-on accurate... Beyond his good pitch and phrasing, the expressive colorings of his singing are crucial to the portrayal.
Beneath this Sweeney's vacant, sullen exterior is a man consumed with a murderous rage that threatens to burst forth every time he slowly takes a breath and is poised to speak. Yet when he sings, his voice crackles and breaks with sadness."
Length: 71:26
Released: December 18th, 2007
Year: 2007