Thursday, November 29, 2012

Music of the Night

Enough time has passed since the Institute Choir performance for me to be completely honest about one of the songs we sang: Phantom of the Opera's "Music of the Night."  That song is so weird, and I feel a bit icky every time I sing it.  Just look at these lyrics:
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses

Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before

Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness that you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be
Only then can you belong to me

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night

I mean, really?  I don't think "music of the night" should have such negative connotations, and quite frankly, I don't like to sing about other people's music.

That is all.


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6 Comments:

Blogger cardlady said...

SATAN!
by church lady!

1:41 PM  
Blogger Aubrey said...

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1:49 PM  
Blogger Aubrey said...

I love that song so much - but ya it's supposed to be creepy. Think of the character singing it? He's a burn victim that lives in a basement/cave and has a bunch of talent and no outlet. A tortured artist.
I love every word that comes out of The Phantom's mouth (well, in the Original London Cast album)... especially when he says "He was bound to love you, when he heard you sing."
It's so unjust. It makes me cry just thinking about it.
I love that creep. #marryme

1:51 PM  
Blogger Sara said...

Hahaha -- Aubrey, you would! :)

1:52 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

The song is appropriate for the phantom to sing, in character... not so much an institute choir. Creepsville.

1:53 PM  
Blogger Amanda Leigh said...

I'm just laughing real hard right now.

2:11 PM  

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