Featured In

Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
TWIGGY
TWIGGY
Stimme und Gesang
Tom Fay
Tom Fay
Leiter:in Musik
William Mead
William Mead
Holzblasinstrumente
Raymond Kilday
Raymond Kilday
Kontrabass
Raymond Grappone
Raymond Grappone
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Noël Coward
Noël Coward
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bruce Kimmel
Bruce Kimmel
Produzent:in
Mark Fraunfelder
Mark Fraunfelder
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Vincent Cirilli
Vincent Cirilli
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Peter Juul Kristensen
Peter Juul Kristensen
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Joe Gastwirt
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Esther Monk
Esther Monk
Assistent:in des:der Produzent:in
Meyer Ackerman
Meyer Ackerman
Co-Produzent:in
Jonathan Stanczyk
Jonathan Stanczyk
Assistent:in des:der Produzent:in
Stephanie Czajkowski
Stephanie Czajkowski
Assistent:in des:der Produzent:in

Lyrics

Fantasy in olden days
In varying and different ways
Was very much in vogue
Columbine and Pantaloon
A wistful Pierrot 'neath the moon
And Harlequin a rogue
Nowadays Parisians of leisure
Wake the echo of an old refrain
Each some ragged effigy will treasure
For his pleasure
Till the shadows of their story live again
Parisian Pierrot
Society’s hero
The lord of the day
The Rue de la Paix
Is under your sway
The world may flatter
But what does that matter?
They’ll never shatter
Your gloom profound
Parisian Pierrot
Your spirit’s at zero
Divinely forlorn
With exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling
Your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round
Mournfulness has always been
The keynote of a Pierrot scene
When passion plays a part
Pierrot in a tragic pose
Will kiss a faded silver rose
With sadness in his heart
Someday soon hell leave his tears behind him
Comedy comes laughing down the street
Columbine will fly to him
Admiring and desiring
Laying love and adoration at his feet
Parisian Pierrot
Society’s hero
The lord of the day
The Rue de la Paix
Is under your sway
The world may flatter
But what does that matter?
They’ll never shatter
Your gloom profound
Parisian Pierrot
Your spirit’s at zero
Divinely forlorn
With exquisite scorn
From sunset to dawn
The limbo is calling
Your star will be falling
As soon as the clock goes round
Written by: Noël Coward
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out