Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet Of 1812 Original Broadway Cast - The Private And Intimate Life Of The House Lyrics






[Bolkonsky:]
I've aged
I've aged so very much
I fall asleep at the table
My napkin drops to the floor

I'm full of childish vanities
I forget things
And I live in the past
I've aged so very much

People enjoy me though
I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat and powdered wig
And I tell stories
And utter scathing critiques
This stern, shrewd old man
A relic of the past century
With his gentle daughter
Such a majestic and agreeable spectacle

[Mary:]
But besides the couple of hours during which we have guests
There are also twenty-two hours in the day
During which the private and intimate life of the house continues

[Bolkonsky:]
Bring my me slippers

[Mary:]
Yes father, yes father

[Bolkonsky:]
Bring me my wine

[Mary:]
Yes father, yes father

[Bolkonsky:]
If you're not too busy
Fiddling with your incense and icons?

[Mary:]
No father, no father
And I have no friends
No, never go anywhere
Never invited
For who would take care of him

[Bolkonsky:]
I can hurt you

[Mary & Bolkonsky:]
I can hurt you

[Mary:]
But I never ever ever ever would
No father
I love you father

And time moves on
And my fate slips past
And nothing ever happens to me
And Countess Natalya Rostova is coming for tea

[Natasha:]
I know they'll like me
Everyone has always liked me

[Bolkonsky:]
Natasha is young
And worthless and dumb

[Mary:]
And time moves on
And my fate slips past
Is this all I'll make of my life?
Will I never be happy?
Will I never be anyone's wife?

[Bolkonsky:]
Ah, what's this? A young suitor?
Ah, come in, come in
But don't sit down, don't sit down
I'm cold to you
Yes I'm mean to you

Now be gone, be gone be gone!
And don't come back!

Oh, maybe I'll marry someone myself
Some cheap French thing
Oh that offends you does it?
Ah, come in my dear
Come in my dear, come in

[Mary:]
And he draws her to him
And he kisses her hand
Embraces her affectionately
And I flush and run out of the room

[Bolkonsky:]
Come back here
Let an old man have his fun

[Mary:]
But she's just using you papa
Wants your money papa!
To take advantage of your weakness like that
It's disgusting
My voice breaks

[Bolkonsky:]
It's my money and I'll throw it where I want
Not at you!
And not at Andrey's harlot!

Insolent girl!
Insolent girl!
Where
Where

Where are my glasses?
Where are they?
Where are my glasses?

Oh God
Oh God I'm frightened
Oh God I've aged so very much

Where are my glasses?
Where are my glasses?

[Mary:]
They are there upon his head
The pride of sacrifice
Gathers in my soul

And he forgets things
He falls asleep at the table
His napkin drops to the floor
His shaking head
Sinks over his plate

He is old and feeble
And I dare to judge him
I disgust myself
I disgust myself





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  1. M.... B....

    Me at my birthday: I have aged, I have aged very much.

  2. P.... S....

    "i disgust...myself......i disgust...myself" same

  3. L.... E....

    Pffffffff FML I always forget to take off my glasses before listening to this musical. It makes me cry when I least expect it and then I have to wash off the little droplets from my tears all over again. >.>

    Also, I think this shouldn't be my favorite song from the soundtrack. But it is. Ah well.

  4. P.... M....

    The glasses bit feels like it's going full DHMIS mode

  5. 1.... ....

    Bring me my SLIPPERS!

  6. A.... ....

    Iiiiiiiii vvvvvvvvv eeeeeeee aaaaaaaaa ggggggggggg eeeeeeeeeeee dddddddddd

  7. L.... M....

    Is it just me, or is the part at 4:59 playing off of the part in Moscow where Natasha says "I love him, I know him, he loves me only"? Like the music and the lines almost sound similar

  8. [.... d....

    4:36
    *demonic screeching:* W H E R E A R E M Y G L A S S E S

  9. G.... O....

    4:12 this is probably my favorite part in this song

  10. G.... B....

    1:45 is fucking startling. Gosh

    G.... B....

    also 2:48 is MAJESTIC

  11. 0.... ....

    Where are my glasses in This song reminds me of the chocolate bit from SpongeBob.😂

  12. G.... F....

    Me at the beginning of the song: aw it's a friendly old man ;w;
    Me by the middle: 😦.....WTF

  13. O.... H....

    Me: *looks at all the new freshmen at school as I get ready to graduate*

    Me: I’ve ageddddddd

  14. A.... G....

    Not to be “that guy” but I like the original better

    A.... G....

    I mean, unless you say "this is AWFUL, the ONLY TRUE version is the OCR!!1!" it's okay! It's just your opinion!

  15. T.... L....

    God this song scared the crap out of me when I first listened (and still does)

  16. G.... A....

    I can't see anything without my glasses Scooby

  17. x.... W....

    *NOW BE GONE BE GEON BE GONE AND DONT COME BACK*

  18. D.... T....

    WHERE ARE MY GLASSES ??

  19. A.... B....

    [BOLKONSKY]
    I've aged
    I've aged so very much
    I fall asleep at the table
    My napkin drops to the floor
     
    I'm full of childish vanities
    I forget things
    And I live in the past
    I've aged so very much
     
    People enjoy me though
    I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat
    And powdered wig
    I tell stories
    And utter scathing critiques
     
    This old-fashioned house
    With its gigantic mirrors and powdered footmen
    And this stern, shrewd old man
    A relic of the past century
    With his gentle daughter
    Is a majestic and agreeable spectacle
     
    [MARY]
    But besides the couple hours
    During which we have guests
    There are also twenty-two hours in the day
    During which the private and intimate life
    Of the house continues
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Bring me my slippers!
     
    [MARY]
    Yes, father, yes, father
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Bring me my wine!
     
    [MARY]
    Yes, father, yes, father
    Oh father
    And I never go anywhere
    Never invited
    For who would take care of him
    Who would take care
     
    [MARY & BOLKONSKY overlapping]
    And I have no friends
    No, no, no
     
    [BOLKONSKY ov.]
    Girl, all my friends are dead
     
    [MARY ov.]
    No one
     
    [BOLKONSKY ov.]
    All my friends are dead
     
    [MARY]
    Time is moving
    It's now or never
    My fate is slipping past me
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Silence! Silence!
     
    [MARY]
    Yes, father, yes, father
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    You shut your damn mouth girl
    Shut your damn mouth
    I can hurt you
     
    [MARY ov.]
    Yes, father, yes, father
     
    [MARY & BOLKONSKY]
    I can hurt you
     
    [MARY]
    But I never, ever, ever, ever would
    This is just how it is
    It's just how he is
    I'm always to blame
     
    He could beat me
    Or treat me like a dog
    Make me fetch wood or water
    And it's just how it is
    Oh father, I love you father
     
    Time is moving
    It's now or never
    I've abandoned the hope of getting married
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Ah! What's this, a young suitor?
    Ah, come in come in
    But don't sit down
    Don't sit down
    I'm cold to you
    Yes, I'm mean to you!
    Now be gone, be gone,
    Be gone and don't come back!
     
    Maybe I'll marry someone myself
    Some cheap French thing
    Oh that offends you, does it?
    Ah!
    Come in my dear, come in my dear, come in!
     
    [MARY]
    And he draws her to him
    And he kisses her hand
    Embraces her affectionately
    And I flush and run out of the room
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Come back here
    Let an old man have his fun
    Wipe away your tears, girl
    I don't want your tears
     
    [MARY]
    Oh, that horrible woman
    Vile inhuman
    She's using you, Papa
    Wants your money, Papa
    To take advantage of your weakness like that
    It's disgusting
    My voice breaks
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    It's my money
    And I'll throw it where I want
    Not at you!
    And not at Andrey's harlot!
    It's my money, my money,
    Mine all mine!
     
    Insolent girl!
    Insolent girl!
    Where—
    Where—
     
    Where—
    Where are my glasses?
    Where, where are they? Where are my glasses?
     
    Oh, God—
    Oh, God, I'm frightened
    Oh, God, I've aged
    I've aged so very much
    Where are my glasses?
    Where are they? Where?
    Where are my glasses?
    Where are they?
    Where—
    Where are my glasses?!
     
    [MARY]
    There are there upon his head
    They are there upon his head
    The pride of sacrifice
    Gathers in my soul
    They are there upon his head
     
    And he forgets things
    He lives in the past
    He falls asleep at the table
    His napkin drops to the floor
    His shaking head
    Sinks over his plate
     
    He is old and feeble
    And I dare to judge him
    I disgust myself
    I disgust myself

  20. t.... v....

    when listening to this am i the only one who always thinks mary is just gonna fucking snap one day

  21. B.... ....

    Though this could be pure coincidence, the verse where Bolkonsky breaks down is strikingly similiar to, and so possibly took inspiration from The Crucifixion from Jesus Christ Superstar. Jesus is literally dying on the cross and repeats lines similiar to Bolkonsky’s, starting off with “Where is my mother? Who is my mother?” (similar to Bolkonsky’s panic, crying out “Where are my glasses”) and then repeating “i’m thirsty, Oh God I’m thirsty” which is also similar to “Oh God I’m frightened”. The delivery is similar also, with Jesus being reduced into (understandable) hysterics and screaming. The music builds, with chaotic piano and a chorus of almost ghost like wailing, quite similar to the violins playing in this song. I feel like this must be inspired by it but I can't find any evidence of it so i guess it might be coincidence. Both are fucking good songs

  22. C.... _....

    I just hate natasha’s part in the newer version bc it shows how natasha is the center of attention literally everywhere even when its a story about a girl being forced to live with her bitch father bc shes being guilted to take care of him and in case you havent noticed i dont like natasha 😌

    C.... _....

    Cherry_trees _ Natasha has no idea

  23. D.... D....

    Me every morning trying to find my glasses because somehow I always end up putting them in different places every night like one day they were in the bathtub and I have 0 memory of placing them there


    *Wh ErE aR e M y gLAsSeEeEeSsSsSs*

  24. �.... ....

    Y'all hear sumn? I think he might want his glasses but i can't really tell y'know

  25. a.... ....

    W H E R E R M Y G LA S S E S?!?

    a.... ....

    they’re upon his head...

  26. m.... l....

    Something not mentioned is the “french thing” is Mary’s maid

    m.... l....

    Mademoiselle Bourienne! I'm heatbroken she isn't here!

  27. R.... T....

    The creepy aura of Bolonsky's singing voice makes me uncomfortable

  28. M.... E....

    Two minutes in and Mary sounds like she's about to break down and I just want to hug her

  29. M.... E....

    Song: begins
    Me: hey look it's Javert's Suicide from Les Mis

  30. P.... T....

    give the poor man his glasses back

  31. B.... B....

    This song gives me the worst chills

  32. J.... R....

    I always have to skip this song. It hurts to listen to when you live with a relative with dementia.

  33. H.... D....

    I love this song. I dont know why

  34. A.... _....

    this song is so damn underrated i stg

  35. F.... U....

    This is my first run through with this soundtrack and honestly I’m speechless towards this...kinda brings out the giggles

  36. i.... y....

    BOLKONSKY
    I've aged
    I've aged so very much
    I fall asleep at the table
    My napkin drops to the floor
    I'm full of childish vanities
    I forget things
    And I love in the past
    I've aged so very much
    People enjoy me though
    I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat and powered wig
    And I tell stories
    And utter scathing critiques
    This old-fashioned house
    With its gigantic mirrors and powered footmen
    And this stern, shrewd old man
    A relic of the past century
    With his gentle daughter
    Is a majestic and agreeable spectacle
    MARY
    But besides the couple hours during which we have guests
    There are also twenty-two hours in the day
    During which the private and intimate life of the house continues
    BOLKONSKY
    Bring me my slippers
    MARY
    Yes father yes father
    BOLKONSKY
    Bring me my wine
    MARY
    Yes father yes father
    Oh father
    And I never go anywhere
    Never invited
    For who would take care of him
    Who would take care
    MARY & BOLKONSKY
    And I have no friends
    No no no
    BOLKONSKY
    Girl, all my friends are dead
    MARY
    No one
    BOLKONSKY
    All my friends are dead
    MARY
    Time is moving
    It's now or never
    My fate is slipping past me
    BOLKONSKY
    Silence! Silence!
    MARY
    Yes father yes father
    BOLKONSKY
    Shut your damn mouth girl
    Shut your damn mouth
    I can hurt you
    MARY & BOLKONSKY
    I can hurt you
    MARY
    But I never ever ever ever would
    This is just how it is
    It's just how he is
    I'm always to blame
    He could beat me
    Or treat me like a dog
    Make me fetch wood or water
    And that's just how it is
    Oh father
    I love you father
    Time is moving
    It's now or never
    I've abandoned the hope of getting married
    BOLKONSKY
    Ah! What's this, a young suitor?
    Ah, come in come in
    But don't sit down
    Don't sit down
    I'm cold to you
    Yes I'm mean to you
    Now be gone be gone be gone
    And don't come back!
    Maybe I'll marry someone myself
    Some cheap French thing
    Oh that offends you does it?
    Ah, come in my dear, come in my dear, come in
    MARY
    And he draws her to him
    And he kisses her hand
    Embraces her affectionately
    And I flush and run out of the room
    BOLKONSKY
    Come back here
    Let an old man have his fun
    Wipe away your tears girl
    I don't want your tears
    MARY
    On that horrible woman
    Vile and inhuman
    She's using you, Papa
    Wants your money Papa
    To take advantage of your weakness like that
    It's disgusting
    My voice breaks
    BOLKONSKY
    It's my money
    And I'll throw it where I want
    Not at you!
    And not at Andrey's harlot!
    It's my money, my money,
    Mine all mine!
    Insolent girl!
    Insolent girl!
    Where-
    Where-
    Where are my glasses?
    Where are, where are they?
    Where are my glasses?
    Where are-
    Where-
    Oh God-
    Oh God I'm frightened
    Oh God I've-
    I've aged, I've aged so very much
    Oh God I'm frightened
    Where-
    Where are my glasses?
    Where are my, where are my-
    Where are my glasses?
    MARY
    There are there upon his head
    They are there upon his head
    The pride of sacrifice
    Gathers in my soul
    They are there upon his head
    And he forgets things
    He lives in the past
    He falls asleep at the table
    His napkin drops to the floor
    His shaking head
    Sinks over his plate
    He is old and feeble
    And I dare to judge him
    I disgust myself
    I disgust myself

  37. s.... ....

    " I know they'll like me! Everyone has always liked me!" Oh, Natasha

  38. K.... S....

    I’m reading War and Peace right now and they captured everything so perfectly so far...like holy shit. The reason she mentions the other hours of the day is bc he’s really anal about time. At a particular time she plays the cello for him and ends at a certain time and if she ever breaks the constant schedule, she gets beat. She’s very Christian bc it helps her deal with her psychological and physical abuse. OH AND IN THE BEGINNING OF THE BOOK PEOPLE ARE TRYINGN TO GET ANATOLE TO MARRY HER...the devote Christian and the alcoholic slut....no wonder why they didn’t get married

  39. J.... ....

    Mary does actually get married just not in this musical

    J.... ....

    Jansitio

    She marries Natasha's brother aka Sonyas fiancé

  40. A.... V....

    Www.google.com

  41. C.... V....

    BRING ME MY SLIPPERS
    Yes father, yes father
    BRING ME MY WIIINE
    Yes father, yes father

    And I have no friends, no I never go anywhere
    Never invited-

  42. M.... ....

    *WhErE ArE My GlAsSeS?!?!* He says as the depths of Hell slowly devour us.

  43. S.... M....

    B E G O N E

  44. A.... ....

    i like the first version better because they dont hit the fucking high note so fast

  45. L.... W....

    Just a tip: don’t listen to this musical without knowing what it’s about. You will be the most confused ever 👌🏻

    L.... W....

    Lily Wressell nope, I figured it out real quick

  46. J.... ....

    I love how in the operas of this, he actually takes drink and food from the audience

  47. M.... R....

    Come back here let an old man have his fun !!

  48. B.... W....

    2:09 the duet vocals are perfect along with the mismatching chords it shows their relationship is strained

  49. M.... S....

    They both say I can hurt you, but only Mary says she wouldn’t.

    fUCK

  50. V.... R....

    This shouldn’t be relatable

  51. H.... S....

    1:50 BRING ME MY WHAAIIIYYYYYNE

  52. H.... D....

    SHES USING YOU PAPA WANTS YOUR MONEY PAPA.
    *melts*

  53. O.... B....

    Mary deserves the world

  54. B.... O....

    BRING ME MY SLIPPERS!

  55. G.... Y....

    I love this song so much for some reason

  56. E.... P....

    Mary protection squad

  57. X.... C....

    where are my glasses....Where are my glasses....Where Are my glasses....WhErE aRe My GlAsSeS?!?!?!?

  58. J.... ....

    This is the one song that I actually prefer the Off-Broadway version better. Particularly Mary's parts, I feel were much better and more fleshed out Off-Broadway.

  59. M.... M....

    There's not a lot of comments??? WHY

    M.... M....

    Julia stop.

    M.... M....

    Mr. Moseby never

    M.... M....

    Mr. Moseby y not

    M.... M....

    idk lol

  60. V.... M....

    I can't help but feel bad for Mary

  61. 4.... ....

    4:16-4:39me in the mornings

  62. O.... L....

    The harmony is gonna make my ears bleed

    O.... L....

    Olivia Leve But it's worth it

    O.... L....

    Olivia Leve You think that this makes your ears bleed? Listen to the Original recording (the one where Philippa Soo played Natasha). That one had a bit more harmonies that would hurt ears. But in a cool way, tbh.

    O.... L....

    I swear your everywhere my dood

  63. R.... ....

    bRiNG mE my SLiPpERS

  64. M.... K....

    BOLKONSKY]
    I’ve aged
    I’ve aged so very much
    I fall asleep at the table
    My napkin drops to the floor

    I’m full of childish vanities
    I forget things
    And I live in the past
    I’ve aged so very much

    People enjoy me though
    I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat and powdered wig
    And I tell stories
    And utter scathing critiques
    This stern, shrewd old man
    A relic of the past century
    With his gentle daughter
    Such a majestic and agreeable spectacle

    [MARY]
    But besides the couple of hours during which we have guests
    There are also twenty-two hours in the day
    During which the private and intimate life of the house continues

    [BOLKONSKY]
    Bring my me slippers

    [MARY]
    Yes father, yes father

    [BOLKONSKY]
    Bring me my wine

    [MARY]
    Yes father, yes father

    [BOLKONSKY]
    If you’re not too busy
    Fiddling with your incense and icons?

    [MARY]
    No father, no father
    And I have no friends
    No, never go anywhere
    Never invited
    For who would take care of him

    [BOLKONSKY]
    I can hurt you

    [MARY & BOLKONSKY]
    I can hurt you

    [MARY]
    But I never ever ever ever would
    No father
    I love you father

    And time moves on
    And my fate slips past
    And nothing ever happens to me
    And Countess Natalya Rostova is coming for tea

    [NATASHA]
    I know they’ll like me
    Everyone has always liked me

    [BOLKONSKY]
    Natasha is young
    And worthless and dumb

    [MARY]
    And time moves on
    And my fate slips past
    Is this all I’ll make of my life?
    Will I never be happy?
    Will I never be anyone’s wife?

    [BOLKONSKY]
    Ah, what’s this? A young suitor?
    Ah, come in, come in
    But don’t sit down, don’t sit down
    I’m cold to you
    Yes I’m mean to you

    Now be gone, be gone be gone!
    And don’t come back!

    Oh, maybe I’ll marry someone myself
    Some cheap French thing
    Oh that offends you does it?
    Ah, come in my dear
    Come in my dear, come in

    [MARY]
    And he draws her to him
    And he kisses her hand
    Embraces her affectionately
    And I flush and run out of the room

    [BOLKONSKY]
    Come back here
    Let an old man have his fun

    [MARY]
    But she’s just using you papa
    Wants your money papa!
    To take advantage of your weakness like that
    It’s disgusting
    My voice breaks

    [BOLKONSKY]
    It’s my money and I’ll throw it where I want
    Not at you!
    And not at Andrey’s harlot!

    Insolent girl!
    Insolent girl!
    Where—
    Where—

    Where are my glasses?
    Where are they?
    Where are my glasses?

    Oh God—
    Oh God I’m frightened
    Oh God I’ve aged so very much

    Where are my glasses?
    Where are my glasses?

    [MARY]
    They are there upon his head
    The pride of sacrifice
    Gathers in my soul

    And he forgets things
    He falls asleep at the table
    His napkin drops to the floor
    His shaking head
    Sinks over his plate

    He is old and feeble
    And I dare to judge him
    I disgust myself
    I disgust myself


    You're welcome! :P

    M.... K....

    woah that's gud

    M.... K....

    A peculiar Hamilton fan THANK YOU SO MUCH

    M.... K....

    Thanks lol

  65. P.... S....

    Could we just discuss the last bit and its implications on how old people should just be exempt from judgment even though they're taking advantage of people >_> Sure they're old and need care, but I don't think others should just give up and let them do whatever. Look at the old GB and his grabhands for example, like come on. Senility is not an excuse for letting young girls pose next to him so he was squeeze their asses.

    P.... S....

    well the last part isnt the musical or the writer trying to excuse his actions, its princess mary's view point. As the daughter of an abusive man who always controls her, she grows up in that environment and victims of abuse often are taught by their abusers that they deserve it or that it is normal. so the last bit is mary feeling guilty for judging her father because she has been conditioned to think that way

    P.... S....

    That’s not the message it’s just the way Mary thinks because that’s how she was raised to think

    P.... S....

    I think that it's meant to show how abuse affects people. No matter what the abuser does or says, the victim defends them because they've been manipulated and they feel powerless. The show isn't saying it's right

  66. G.... H....

    SOMEONE GET THE POOR GUY HIS GLASSES FOR GODS SAKE

    G.... H....

    "Yes father, yes father."

  67. s.... ....

    "BEGONE! BEGONE! BEGONE T H O T!"

    s.... ....

    IF HE BREATHS HES A T H O T

  68. F.... a....

    It's so barren and cold here. I guess nothing really does ever happen here.

  69. g.... ....

    *AND TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN*

    Gelsey Bell is the absolute best

  70. G.... B....

    2:37 I knoooOOOWWWW theyll like me

  71. t.... f....

    I too scream when I can't find my glasses

  72. C.... ....

    gelsey bell's voice is so underrated.... it makes me nut so hard, yet no one else seems to nut to it :(

  73. T.... G....

    iT's DiSgUsTiNG

  74. T.... G....

    "I have no friends, never go anywhere, never invited" same

  75. I.... C....

    i like this more than the original

  76. A.... S....

    Where are my glasses!

  77. H.... M....

    SHE WANTS YA MONEY PAPA

  78. B.... ....

    no father no father

  79. M.... M....

    the dislikes are Natasha, Sonya, Anatole, Pierre, Helene, and Marya

  80. E.... B....

    Why does Bolkonsky's state of mind in the beginning remind me of Pierre? (if Pierre was just a tad more off the hook)

  81. A.... H....

    Listening to this song in the car is nuts because you're trying to focus on stopping at a stop sign and someone is screaming "WHERE ARE MY GLASSES" in your ear the whole time

  82. s.... i....

    "i have no friends"

    big mood

    s.... i....

    sarah isnt cool sameeeee xd

    s.... i....

    And in the other version he replies “all my friends are dead! All my friends are dead!!” Which is great

  83. s.... ....

    *I CAN HURT YOUOu*

  84. S.... G....

    *whEREAREMYGLASSES*

    S.... G....

    the y are there up o n h I s h e a d

  85. A.... ....

    I took his glasses.

  86. �.... o....

    I'm full of childish vanities
    I forget things
    And I live in the past
    I've aged so very much
     
    People enjoy me though
    I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat
    And powdered wig
    I tell stories
    And utter scathing critiques
     
    This old-fashioned house
    With its gigantic mirrors and powdered footmen
    And this stern, shrewd old man
    A relic of the past century
    With his gentle daughter
    Is a majestic and agreeable spectacle
     
    [MARY]
    But besides the couple hours
    During which we have guests
    There are also twenty-two hours in the day
    During which the private and intimate life
    Of the house continues
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Bring me my slippers!
     
    [MARY]
    Yes, father, yes, father
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Bring me my wine!
     
    [MARY]
    Yes, father, yes, father
    Oh father
    And I never go anywhere
    Never invited
    For who would take care of him
    Who would take care
     
    [MARY & BOLKONSKY overlapping]
    And I have no friends
    No, no, no
     
    [BOLKONSKY ov.]
    Girl, all my friends are dead
     
    [MARY ov.]
    No one
     
    [BOLKONSKY ov.]
    All my friends are dead
     
    [MARY]
    Time is moving
    It's now or never
    My fate is slipping past me
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Silence! Silence!
     
    [MARY]
    Yes, father, yes, father
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    You shut your damn mouth girl
    Shut your damn mouth
    I can hurt you
     
    [MARY ov.]
    Yes, father, yes, father
     
    [MARY & BOLKONSKY]
    I can hurt you
     
    [MARY]
    But I never, ever, ever, ever would
    This is just how it is
    It's just how he is
    I'm always to blame
     
    He could beat me
    Or treat me like a dog
    Make me fetch wood or water
    And it's just how it is
    Oh father, I love you father
     
    Time is moving
    It's now or never
    I've abandoned the hope of getting married
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Ah! What's this, a young suitor?
    Ah, come in come in
    But don't sit down
    Don't sit down
    I'm cold to you
    Yes, I'm mean to you!
    Now be gone, be gone,
    Be gone and don't come back!
     
    Maybe I'll marry someone myself
    Some cheap French thing
    Oh that offends you, does it?
    Ah!
    Come in my dear, come in my dear, come in!
     
    [MARY]
    And he draws her to him
    And he kisses her hand
    Embraces her affectionately
    And I flush and run out of the room
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    Come back here
    Let an old man have his fun
    Wipe away your tears, girl
    I don't want your tears
     
    [MARY]
    Oh, that horrible woman
    Vile inhuman
    She's using you, Papa
    Wants your money, Papa
    To take advantage of your weakness like that
    It's disgusting
    My voice breaks
     
    [BOLKONSKY]
    It's my money
    And I'll throw it where I want
    Not at you!
    And not at Andrey's harlot!
    It's my money, my money,
    Mine all mine!
     
    Insolent girl!
    Insolent girl!
    Where—
    Where—
     
    Where—
    Where are my glasses?
    Where, where are they? Where are my glasses?
     
    Oh, God—
    Oh, God, I'm frightened
    Oh, God, I've aged
    I've aged so very much
    Where are my glasses?
    Where are they? Where?
    Where are my glasses?
    Where are they?
    Where—
    Where are my glasses?!
     
    [MARY]
    There are there upon his head
    They are there upon his head
    The pride of sacrifice
    Gathers in my soul
    They are there upon his head
     
    And he forgets things
    He lives in the past
    He falls asleep at the table
    His napkin drops to the floor
    His shaking head
    Sinks over his plate
     
    He is old and feeble
    And I dare to judge him
    I disgust myself
    I disgust myself

  87. r.... ....

    *WHEREAREMYGLASSES*

  88. P.... B....

    I still don't know what's going on but I like it

  89. M.... a....

    What's she doing with her voice when she calls him Papa? It's not necessarily bad but it's very stylized

    M.... a....

    I had to look up the lyrics there because I thought she was saying 'bubble' and not 'papa' :D

    M.... a....

    no3rdw I thought she was saying boba not as like the drink but more like a pet name

  90. V.... G....

    yEsfathER y e s fAtHeR

  91. Z.... S....

    7 People have no Friends

  92. A.... C....

    "WHERE ARE MY GLAAAASSSSSSEEEEEESSSSSS" -me at some point probably

    A.... C....

    Me When I Lose My Glasses And No One Will Help Find Them So I Have To Blindly Search™

  93. G.... A....

    This is the most underrated song tbh

  94. S.... M....

    wow where did all the comments go

    S.... M....

    Ikr? The comments on this soundtrack keep disappearing?

    S.... M....

    Shahelle MARTINEZ What the hell? I swear I was just reading them earlier this week... did they actually go away or am I hallucianating.

  95. K.... H....

    BRING ME MY SLIPPERS

    K.... H....

    Yes father yes father

    K.... H....

    briNG ME MY W IIIIINEEEE

    K.... H....

    jay yes father yes faTher

    K.... H....

    Meh Space Dorito IF YOU'RE NOT TOO BUSY F I D D L I N G WITH YOUR INCENSE AND ICONS

    K.... H....

    @Mikaela C. No father, no father *AND I HAVE NO FRIENDS*

  96. K.... ....

    This version is very different from the off broadway one.


    I love both of them :D

  97. p.... ....

    WHERE ARE MY G L A S S E S