Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salome, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Date of issue: 31.12.1993
Song language: English
Salome |
| Sure have. Would you like to see my credits? |
| Come over here. I want to ask you something. Just what sort of length is a |
| movie script these days? |
| Depends |
| I wrote this. It’s a very important picture |
| Look like six very important pictures |
| It’s for DeMille to direct |
| Oh, yeah? And will you be in it? |
| Of course. What do you think? |
| Just asking. I didn’t know you were planning a comeback |
| I hate that word. It’s a return |
| Well… fair enough |
| I want you to read it |
| You shouldn’t let another writer read your stuff. He may steal it |
| I’m not afraid. Sit down. Max! Bring something to drink |
| Yes, Madame |
| I said sit down! It’s about Salome. Salome — the story of a woman. |
| The woman who was all women |
| Salome, what a woman, what a part! |
| Innocent body and a sinful heart |
| Inflaming Herod’s lust |
| But secretly loving a holy man |
| No one could play her like I can |
| Well, I had nothing urgent coming up |
| I thought I might as well skim it |
| It’s fun to see how bad bad writing can be |
| This promised to go to the limit |
| There’s so many great scenes, I can’t wait |
| A boiling cauldron of love and hate |
| She toys with Herod |
| 'Til he’s putty in her hands |
| He reels tormented through the desert sands |
| It sure was a real cheery set-up |
| The wind wheezing through that organ |
| Max shuffling around and a dead ape dumped on a shelf |
| And her staring like a Gorgon |
| They drag the Baptist up from the jails |
| She dances the dance of the seven veils |
| Herod says «I'll give you anything» |
| Now it was time for some comedy relief |
| The guy with the baby casket |
| Must have seen a thing or two, that chimp |
| Shame it was too late to ask it |
| Have you got to the scene where she asks for his head? |
| If she can’t have him living |
| She’ll take him dead |
| They bring in his head on a silver tray |
| She kisses his mouth — it’s a great screenplay! |
| It got to be eleven, I was feeling ill |
| What the hell was I doing? |
| Melodrama and sweet champagne |
| And a garbled plot from a scrambled brain |
| But I had my own plot brewing |
| Just how old is Salome? |
| Sixteen |
| I see |
| Well? |
| It’s fascinating |
| Of course it is |
| Could be it’s a little long |
| Maybe the opening’s wrong |
| But it’s extremely good for a beginner |
| No, it’s a perfect start |
| I wrote that with my heart |
| The river-bank, the baptist, and the sinner |
| Shouldn’t there be some dialogue? |
| I can say anything I want with my eyes |
| It could use a few cuts |
| I will not have it butchered! |
| I’m not talking limb from limb |
| I just mean a little trim |
| All you need is someone who can edit |
| I want someone with a knack |
| Not just any studio hack |
| And don’t think for a moment I’d share credit! |
| When were you born? |
| December 21st, why? |
| I like Sagittarians. You can trust them |
| Thanks |
| I want you to do this work |
| Me? Gee, I don’t know, I’m busy. I just finished one script and I’m about to |
| start a new assignment |
| I don’t care |
| I’m pretty expensive. I get five hundred a week |
| Don’t you worry about money. I’ll make it worth your while |
| Well, it’s getting kind of late |
| Are you married, Mr. - |
| The name is Gillis. Single |
| Where do you live? |
| Hollywood. Alto Nido Apartments |
| You’ll stay here |
| I’ll come back early tomorrow |
| Nonsense, there’s a room over the garage. Max will take you there. Max! |
| Yes, Madame |
| Take Mr. Gillis to the guest room. We’ll begin at nine sharp |
| Now this is more like it |
| I made up the bed this afternoon |
| Thanks. How did you know I was going to stay? |
| There’s soap and a toothbrush in the bathroom |
| She’s quite a character, isn’t she, that Norma Desmond? |