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george dvorsky & bbc singers - a rhyme for angela lyrics

[duke]
it’s always been a pleasure
to dedicate a measure
to the lady who inspired me at the time
diana and roxanna
and jana and susannah
were names i sang in rhythm and in rhyme
cornelia and aurelia
cecilia and ophelia
inspired lovely lyrics from my pen
but angela is something else again

i can find a rhyme for lucy:
for instance, her kiss is juicy
but i must confess
i’m lost, more or less
with angela

[four poets]
angela!

[duke]
i can find a rhyme for chloe:
for instance, her breast is snowy
but rhyming is lame
when you get a name
like angela
[four poets]
angela!

[duke]
if only her name were olivia
she could be a cute bit of trivia
if she were called maria
or even dorothea
she’d be my sole mia divine

i can find a rhyme for irma:
she’s heaven on terra firma
but angela has no patter—
and yet, what does it matter
if angelas’s heart rhymes with mine?

i can find a rhyme for margot:

[duke & four poets]
on her kisses, there’s no embargo

[duke]
but rhyming is tough
when your bit of fluff
is angela
[four poets]
angela!

[duke]
what a joy to rhyme amanda!

[duke & four poets]
each moment is pure propaganda
the heights i / he can climb
’til i seek / he seeks a rhyme
for angela

[four poets]
angela!

[duke & four poets]
if only her name were titania
i’d / he’d start in my / his miscellanea

[duke]
if she were called marcella
or even isabella

[duke & four poets]
this most poetic fella would shine
[duke]
i can find a rhyme for charlotte:

[duke & four poets]
a mixture of angel and harlot
but angela has no patter—
and yet, what does it matter
if angela’s heart rhymes with mine?

[narrator, spoken]
while the duke indulges his whim
the marquis knocks—remember him?
his name’s pierre, the chap from france
he talks about a game of chance
the duke had played with the king last year
the duke had won, but what is clear
is that he’d used some loaded ice
which le roi thinks not very nice
and, to avoid a nasty war
demands a price to even the score
the king requires cellini’s talents
florence’s peace is in the balance
the duke agrees. cellini’s fate
is sealed. all we can do is wait
meanwhile our sculpting hero’s back
to face the d+ch+ss’s attack
she says, “you left me with the duke”
and then lets rip a rough rebuke
however, neither of them quite
admits what happened yesternight

[d+ch+ss, spoken]
you don’t know the night i spent.

[cellini, spoken]
you don’t know the night i spent.

[narrator, spoken]
they make their peace. then quite abrupt
the duke arrives to interrupt
their tête+à+tête. he’s really mad
well, actually, he’s mad and sad
that angela, so sweet and kind
for whom a rhyme he could not find
should fall for such a lousy dud
as benvenuto, famous stud
the d+ch+ss, barely drawing breath
appeals against cellini’s death
with some success: the duke confirms
he’ll hold a trial, but on his terms

[duke, spoken]
alright, alright, alright! i’ll give him a trial.

[cellini, spoken]
thank you, my lord.

[duke, spoken]
a fair and impartial trial.

[d+ch+ss, spoken]
thank you, my lord.

[duke, spoken]
and then i’ll hang ’em.

- george dvorsky bbc singers lyrics

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