Think Of Me
Think Of Me - 所属专辑：The Phantom Of The Opera at the Royal Albert Hall (Celebration Of 25 Years)
- 艺人：Andrew Lloyd Webber
CARLOTTA:
Think of me, think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye
Remember me, Every so often,
Please promise me you'll try
On that day, that not so distant day,
when you are far away and free,
if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me ...
Think of me, think of me warmly...
MEG:
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera!
He's here! The Phantom of the Opera!
ANDRE:
God heavens, will you show a little courtesy!
FIRMIN:
Mademoiselle, please! These things do happen.
LEFEVRE:
Signora! Are you all right?
Buquet! Where is Buquet? Get that man down here!
Buquet, chief of the flies. He's responsible for this.
Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there?
BUQUET:
Please monsieur don't look at me:
as God's my witness, I was not at my post.
Please monsieur, there's no one there:
and if there is, well then, it must be a ghost . . .
MEG:
He's there; the Phantom of the Opera ...
FIRMIN:
Good heavens! I have never known such insolence.
ANDRE:
Signora, please ...
These things do happen!
CARLOTTA:
These things do happen!
You have been here five minutes!
What do you know?
Si, this thing do happen all the time!
For the past three years, these things do happen.
And did you stop them happening? No!
And you, you're as bad as him.
"These things do happen."
Well, until you stop these things happening,
this thing does not happen!
Ubaldo! Andiamo!
PIANGI:
Amateurs!
LEFEVRE:
I don't think there's much more to assist you, gentlemen. Good luck.
If you need me, I shall be in Frankfurt .
ANDRE:
But monsieur...
LEFEVRE:
Move,please. Out of the way.
ANDRE:
La Carlotta will be back.
GIRY:
You think so, monsieur? I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost.
FIRMIN:
God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!
GIRY:
He merely welcomes you to his opera house
Commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for his use
and reminds you that his salary is due.
FIRMIN:
His salary?
GIRY:
Monsieur Lefevre paid him twenty thousand francs a month.
Perhaps you could afford more, with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.
ANDRE:
Madame, I had hoped to have made that announcement myself.
GIRY:
Will the Vicomte be at the performance tonight, monsieur?
FIRMIN:
In our box.
ANDRE:
Madame, who is the understudy for this role?
REYER:
There is no understudy, monsieur - the production is new.
MEG:
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
FIRMIN:
The chorus girl?
MEG:
She's been taking lessons from a great teacher
ANDRE:
From whom?
CHRISTINE:
I don't know, sir . . .
FIRMIN:
Oh, not you as well! Can you believe it?
A full house - and we have to cancel!
ANDRE:
Daae? That's a curious name.
Any relation to the violinist?
CHRISTINE:
My father, sir.
GIRY:
Let her sing for you monsieur. She has been well taught!
ANDRE:
Very well.
REYER:
From the beginning of the aria then, mam'selle.
Gentlemen, please.
Think of Me
CHRISTINE:
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me every so often
promise me you'll try.
FIRMIN:
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
ANDRE:
Don't fret, Firmin.
CHRISTINE:
On that day, that not so distant day,
when you are far away and free,
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me ...
REYER:
Madame! Monsieur!
CHRISTINE:
And though it's clear, though it was always clear
that this was never meant to be,
if you happen to remember,
stop and think of me ....
Think of August when the world was green
don't think about the ways things might have been ...
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Think of me, please say you'll think of me,
whatever else you choose to do
There will never be a day when I won't think of you ...
RAOUL:
Can it be? Can it be Christine? Brava! ... Brava!
Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me, but I remember her
CHRISTINE:
Flowers fade, the fruits of Summer fade
they have their season, so do we
But please promise me that sometimes, you will think ... ... of me!
GIRY:
Yes, you did well. He will be pleased.
(to the DANCERS) And you! You were a disgrace tonight!
Such ronds de jambe! Such temps de cuisse! Come, we rehearse. Now!
Think of me, think of me fondly
when we've said goodbye
Remember me, Every so often,
Please promise me you'll try
On that day, that not so distant day,
when you are far away and free,
if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me ...
Think of me, think of me warmly...
MEG:
He's here, the Phantom of the Opera!
He's here! The Phantom of the Opera!
ANDRE:
God heavens, will you show a little courtesy!
FIRMIN:
Mademoiselle, please! These things do happen.
LEFEVRE:
Signora! Are you all right?
Buquet! Where is Buquet? Get that man down here!
Buquet, chief of the flies. He's responsible for this.
Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there?
BUQUET:
Please monsieur don't look at me:
as God's my witness, I was not at my post.
Please monsieur, there's no one there:
and if there is, well then, it must be a ghost . . .
MEG:
He's there; the Phantom of the Opera ...
FIRMIN:
Good heavens! I have never known such insolence.
ANDRE:
Signora, please ...
These things do happen!
CARLOTTA:
These things do happen!
You have been here five minutes!
What do you know?
Si, this thing do happen all the time!
For the past three years, these things do happen.
And did you stop them happening? No!
And you, you're as bad as him.
"These things do happen."
Well, until you stop these things happening,
this thing does not happen!
Ubaldo! Andiamo!
PIANGI:
Amateurs!
LEFEVRE:
I don't think there's much more to assist you, gentlemen. Good luck.
If you need me, I shall be in Frankfurt .
ANDRE:
But monsieur...
LEFEVRE:
Move,please. Out of the way.
ANDRE:
La Carlotta will be back.
GIRY:
You think so, monsieur? I have a message, sir, from the Opera Ghost.
FIRMIN:
God in Heaven, you're all obsessed!
GIRY:
He merely welcomes you to his opera house
Commands that you continue to leave Box Five empty for his use
and reminds you that his salary is due.
FIRMIN:
His salary?
GIRY:
Monsieur Lefevre paid him twenty thousand francs a month.
Perhaps you could afford more, with the Vicomte de Chagny as your patron.
ANDRE:
Madame, I had hoped to have made that announcement myself.
GIRY:
Will the Vicomte be at the performance tonight, monsieur?
FIRMIN:
In our box.
ANDRE:
Madame, who is the understudy for this role?
REYER:
There is no understudy, monsieur - the production is new.
MEG:
Christine Daae could sing it, sir.
FIRMIN:
The chorus girl?
MEG:
She's been taking lessons from a great teacher
ANDRE:
From whom?
CHRISTINE:
I don't know, sir . . .
FIRMIN:
Oh, not you as well! Can you believe it?
A full house - and we have to cancel!
ANDRE:
Daae? That's a curious name.
Any relation to the violinist?
CHRISTINE:
My father, sir.
GIRY:
Let her sing for you monsieur. She has been well taught!
ANDRE:
Very well.
REYER:
From the beginning of the aria then, mam'selle.
Gentlemen, please.
Think of Me
CHRISTINE:
Think of me, think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me every so often
promise me you'll try.
FIRMIN:
Andre, this is doing nothing for my nerves.
ANDRE:
Don't fret, Firmin.
CHRISTINE:
On that day, that not so distant day,
when you are far away and free,
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me ...
REYER:
Madame! Monsieur!
CHRISTINE:
And though it's clear, though it was always clear
that this was never meant to be,
if you happen to remember,
stop and think of me ....
Think of August when the world was green
don't think about the ways things might have been ...
Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigned.
Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind.
Think of me, please say you'll think of me,
whatever else you choose to do
There will never be a day when I won't think of you ...
RAOUL:
Can it be? Can it be Christine? Brava! ... Brava!
Long ago, it seems so long ago
How young and innocent we were
She may not remember me, but I remember her
CHRISTINE:
Flowers fade, the fruits of Summer fade
they have their season, so do we
But please promise me that sometimes, you will think ... ... of me!
GIRY:
Yes, you did well. He will be pleased.
(to the DANCERS) And you! You were a disgrace tonight!
Such ronds de jambe! Such temps de cuisse! Come, we rehearse. Now!