Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salome, artist - Andrew Lloyd Webber. Album song Sunset Boulevard, in the genre Мировая классика
Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Record label: The Really Useful Group
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? |