Top Songs By Andrew Lloyd Webber
Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Künstler:in
Original Broadway Cast Of Sunset Boulevard
Künstler:in
Glenn Close
Stimme und Gesang
Alan Campbell
Stimme und Gesang
Paul Bogaev
Leiter:in Musik
Stuart Blumberg
Trompete
Alan Johnson
Bassposaune
Marilyn Johnson
Waldhorn
Nathan Campbell
Waldhorn
Heather Lockwood
Holzblasinstrumente
David Hill
Holzblasinstrumente
Larry Hughes
Holzblasinstrumente
David Stone
Bassgitarre
Peter Woodford
Gitarre
Donald Williams
Schlagzeug
Roger Steinman
Tasteninstrumente
Steven Cahill
Tasteninstrumente
Carol Anderson
Tasteninstrumente
John Wittenberg
Erste Geige
Eun-Mee Ahn
Geige
Jean Hugo
Geige
Charles Everett
Geige
Brenton Banks
Geige
Norman Hughes
Geige
Karie Prescott
Bratsche
Helaine Wittenberg
Bratsche
Christine Ermacoff
Cello
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Komponist:in
Don Black
Texte
Christopher Hampton
Texte
David Cullen
Streicher-Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Produzent:in
Nigel Wright
Produzent:in
Bob Fernandez
Mischtechniker:in
Robin Sellars
Mischtechniker:in
Lyrics
No more wars to fight
White flags fly tonight
You are out of danger now
Battlefield is still
Wild poppies on the hill
Peace can only come when you surrender
Here the tracers fly
Lighting up the sky
But I'll fight unto the end
Let them send their armies
I will never bend
I won't see you now till I surrender
I'll see you again when I surrender
Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich
Look, lady, you've got the wrong man. I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway
Get out
O.K. I'm sorry you lost your friend
Get out of here
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Or shall I call my servant?
Aren't you Norma Desmond? You used to be in pictures. You used to be big
I am big. It's the pictures that got small
Once upon a time not long ago
The head of any studio
Knew how and when to play his aces
Now they put some talentless unknown
Beneath their sacred microphone
We didn't need words
We had faces
Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them
The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos
They trampled on what was divine
They threw away the gold of silence
When all they needed was this face of mine
Hey! Don't blame me. I'm just a writer
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Christopher Hampton, Don Black