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stephen sondheim - city on fire!-final sequence lyrics

company (variously):
the engine roared, the motor hissed,
and who could see how the road would twist?
in sweeney’s ledger the entries matched:
a beadle arrived, and a beadle dispatched
to satisfy the hungry god
of sweeney todd,
all:
the demon barber of fleet. ..
street.
sweeney! sweeney!
sweeney! sweeney! sweeney!
sweeney!
sweeeeeneeeeey!

inmates
sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeneeeeeeeeeeeeey…
sweeneysweeneysweeneysweeney. ..

lunatics (in three contrapuntal groups):
city on fire!
rats in the gr-ss
and the lunatics yelling in the streets!
it’s the end of the world! yes!
city on fire!
hunchbacks dancing!
stirrings in the ground
and the whirring of giant wings!
watch out!
look!
blotting out the moonlight,
thick black rain falling on the
city on fire!
city on fire!
city on fire!
(
johanna:
will we be married on sunday?
that’s what you promised,
married on sunday!
that was last august.. .
kiss me!

lunatics:
city on fire!
rats in the streets
and the lunatics yelling at the moon!
it’s the end of the world! yes!
city on fire!
hunchbacks kissing!
stirrings in the graves
and the screaming of giant winds!
watch out! look!
crawling on the chimneys,
great black crows screeching at the
city on fire!
city on fire!
city on fire!

mrs. lovett:
toby!
where are you, love?

todd:
toby!
where are you, lad?

mrs. lovett:
nothing’s gonna harm you . . .

todd:
toby!

mrs. lovett:
not while i’m around …

todd :
toby!

mrs. lovett:
where are you hiding?
nothing’s gonna harm you,
darling . . .

todd:
nothing to be afraid of, boy…

mrs. lovett:
not while i’m around.

todd:
toby…

mrs. lovett :
demons are prowling everywhere
nowadays …

todd:
toby…

lunatics:
city on fire!
rats in the streets
and the lunatics yelling at the moon!
it’s the end of the world! yes!

beggar woman:
beadle! … beadle! . . .
no good hiding, i saw you!
are you in there still,
beadle? … beadle? …
get her, but watch it!
she’s a wicked one, she’ll deceive you
with her fancy gowns
and her fancy airs
and her —

mischief! mischief!
devil’s work!

where are you, beadle?
beadle …

lunatics:
city on fire!
rats in the streets
and the lunatics yelling at the moon!
it’s the end of the world! good!
city on fire!
hunchbacks kissing!
stirrings in the graves
and the screaming of giant winds!
watch out! look!
crawling on the chimneys,
great black crows screeching at the
city on fire! . ..

anthony: mr. todd?

johanna: no one here. where is this mr. todd?

anthony:
no matter. he’ll be back in a moment, for i trust him
as i trust my right arm.
wait for him here — i’ll return with the coach in less
than half an hour.

johanna: but they are after us still. what if they
trace us here?
oh, anthony, please let me come with you.

anthony: no, my darling, there is no safety for you on
the street.

johanna: but dressed in these sailor’s clothes, who’s
to know it is i?

anthony: no, the risk is too great.
ah, miss,
look at me, look at me, miss, oh,
look at me please, oh,
favor me, favor me with your glance.
ah, miss,
soon we’ll be, soon we’ll be gone
and sailing the seas
and happily, happily wed
in france.

both:
and we’ll sail the world
and see its wonders
from the pearls of spain
to the rubies of tibet—
anthony.
and then come home to
london.

johanna:
and then home.
some day. some day.

anthony: and i’ll be back before those lips have time
to lose that smile.

beggar woman:
beadle! …
beadle!
where are you?
beadle, dear!
beadle!

johanna: someone calling the beadle! i knew it!
beggar woman:
beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling,
beadle dumpling, be-deedle dumpling . ..
and why should you weep then, my jo, my jing?
ohh . . .
your father’s at tea with the swedish king.
he’ll bring you the moon on a silver string.
ohh .. .
ohh …
quickly to sleep then, my jo, my jing,
he’ll bring you a shoe and a wedding ring.
sing here again, home again,
come again spring.
he’ll be coming soon now
to kiss you, my jo, my jing,
bringing you the moon
and a shoe and a wedding ring.
he’ll be coming here again,
home again . . .

todd: you! what are you doing here?

beggar woman: ah, evil is here, sir.
the stink of evil — from below — from her! beadle dear,
beadle!

todd: out of here, woman.

beggar woman: she’s the devil’s wife! oh, beware her,
sir. beware of her.
she with no pity in her heart.

todd: out, i say!

beggar woman:
hey, don’t i know you, mister?

todd: the judge. i have no time.

judge: where is she? where is the girl?

todd: below, your honor. in the care of my neighbor,
mrs. lovett.
thank heavens the sailor did not molest her.
thank heavens too, she has seen the error of her ways.

judge: she has?

todd: oh yes, your lesson was well learned, sir.
she speaks only of you, longing for forgiveness.

judge: and she shall have it. she’ll be here soon, you
say?

todd:
i think i hear her now.

judge: oh, excellent, my friend!

todd:
is that her dainty footstep on the stair?
judge: i hear nothing.

todd:
yes, isn’t that her shadow on the wall?

judge: where?
todd: there!
primping,
making herself even prettier than usual —

judge:
even prettier …

todd:
if possible.

judge:
ohhhhhhh,
pretty women!

todd:
pretty women, yes …
judge: quickly, sir, a splash of bay rum!
todd: sit, sir, sit.

judge:
johanna,johanna.. .

todd:
pretty women . . .

judge: hurry, man!

todd:
pretty women
are a wonder . . .

judge: you’re in a merry mood again today, barber.

todd:
pretty women!

judge:
what we do for

todd:
pretty women! pretty women!
blowing out their candles blowing out their candles
or combing out their hair — 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,
there with you there … they’re there . ..

judge: how seldom it is one meets a fellow spirit!
todd: with fellow tastes — in women, at least.

judge: what? what’s that?

todd: the years no doubt have changed me, sir.
but then, i suppose, the face of a barber — the face of
a prisoner in the
dock — is not particularly memorable.
judge:
benjamin barker!

todd:
rest now, my friend,
rest now forever.
sleep now the untroubled
sleep of the angels …

company:
lift your razor high, sweeney!
hear it singing, “yes!”
sink it in the rosy skin
of righteousness!

mrs. lovett: die! die! god in heaven — die! you! can it
be?
how all the demons of h-ll come to torment me!

todd: why did you scream? does the judge still live?

mrs. lovett: he was clutching, holding on to my skirt,
but now — he’s finished.

todd: leave them to me. open the doors.

mrs. lovett: no! don’t touch her!
todd: what is the matter with you?
it’s only some meddling old beggar – oh no, oh
god…”don’t i know you?” she said…
you knew she lived.
from the first moment that i walked into your shop you
knew my lucy lived!

mrs. lovett: i was only thinking of you!
todd:
lucy. . .

mrs. lovett: your lucy!
a crazy hag picking bones and rotten spuds out of alley
ash-cans!
would you have wanted to know that was all that was
left of her?

todd: you lied to me.

mrs. lovett:
no, no, not lied at all.
no, i never lied.

todd:
lucy…

mrs. lovett:
said she took the poison — she did —
never said that she died —
poor thing,
she lived —

todd:
i’ve come home again . . .

mrs. lovett:
but it left her weak in the head,
all she did for months was just lie there in bed —
todd:
lucy. . .

mrs. lovett:
should’ve been in hospital,
wound up in bedlam instead,
poor thing!
todd:
oh, my god . . .

mrs. lovett:
better you should think she was dead.
yes, i lied ‘cos i love you!
todd:
lucy…

mrs. lovett:
i’d be twice the wife she was!
i love you!

todd:
what have i done?…

mrs. lovett:
could that thing have cared for you
like me?

todd:
mrs. lovett,
you’re a bl–dy wonder,
eminently practical and yet
appropriate as always.
as you’ve said repeatedly,
there’s little point in dwelling on the past.

mrs. lovett:
do you mean it?
everything i did i swear
i thought
was only for the best,
believe me!
can we still be
married?
no, come here, my love ..
not a thing to fear,
my love . . .
what’s dead
is dead.

todd:
the history of the world, my pet —

mrs. lovett:
oh, mr. todd,
ooh, mr. todd,
leave it to me .. .

todd:
is learn forgiveness and try to forget.

mrs. lovett:
by the sea, mr. todd,
we’ll be comfy-cozy,
by the sea, mr. todd,
where there’s no one nosy …

todd:
and life is for the alive, my dear,
so let’s keep living it — !

both:
just keep living it,
really living it — !

todd:
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.

tobias:
pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker man.
bake me a cake —
no,no,
bake me a pie —
to delight my eye,
and i will sigh
if the crust be high …

mr. todd.

pat him and pr-ck him and mark him with b, and put him
in the oven for baby and me!

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