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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Barbra Streisand
Direction d’orchestre
Anne Hathaway
Interprète
Daisy Ridley
Interprète
Walter Afanasieff
Synthétiseur
Bruce Dukov
Premier violon
Tamara Hatwan
Alto
Brian Dembow
Alto
Steve Erdody
Violoncelle
Ed Meares
Basse
Heather Clark
Flûte
Leslie Reed
Hautbois
Stuart Clark
Clarinette
Rose Corrigan
Basson
Steven Becknell
Cor d’harmonie
Jon Lewis
Trompette
Alex Iles
Trombone
Gayle Levant
Harpe
Mike Lang
Célesta
Luis Conte
Percussion
Robert Zimmitti
Percussion
Don Williams
Timbales
Vinnie Colaiuta
Batterie
Chuck Berghofer
Basse
Dean Parks
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Marvin Hamlisch
Composition
Edward Kleban
Paroles
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Barbra Streisand
Production complémentaire
Walter Afanasieff
Production
David Reitzas
Ingénierie de prise de son
Matt Ward
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tyler Gordon
Ingénierie de prise de son
Aleks von Korff
Assistance d’ingénierie
Jeremy Simoneaux
Assistance d’ingénierie
Alex Hendrickson
Assistance d’ingénierie
Adam Ayan
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
Daddy always thought that he married beneath him.
That's what he said, that's what he said.
When he proposed he informed my mother
He was probably her very last chance.
And though she was twenty-two,
Though she was twenty-two,
Though she was twenty-two,
She married him.
Life with my dad wasn't ever a picnic
More like a "Come as you are."
When I was five I remember my mother
Dug earrings out of the car
I knew they weren't hers, But it wasn't
Something you'd want to discuss.
He wasn't warm.
Well, not to her.
Well, not to us
But
Everything was beautiful at the ballet.
Graceful men lift lovely girls in white.
Yes,
Everything was beautiful at ballet.
Hey!
I was happy... at the ballet.
That's why I started class...
Up a steep and very narrow stairway.
To the voice like a metronome.
Up a steep and very narrow stairway.
It wasn't paradise...
It wasn't paradise...
It wasn't paradise...
But it was home.
Mother always said I'd be very attractive
When I grew up, when I grew up.
"Diff'rent," she said, "With a special something
And a very, very personal flair."
And though I was eight or nine,
Though I was eight or nine,
Though I was eight or nine,
I hated her.
Now,
"Diff'rent" is nice, but it sure isn't pretty.
"Pretty" is what it's about.
I never met anyone who was "diff'rent"
Who couldn't figure that out.
So beautiful I'd never lived to see.
But it was clear,
If not to her,
Well, then... to me...
That ...
Everyone is beautiful at the ballet.
Every prince has got to have his swan.
Yes,
Everyone is beautiful at the ballet.
Hey!...
I was pretty...
At the ballet
[MAGGIE,
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
To the voice like a metronome.
Up a steep and very narrow stairway
It wasn't paradise...
It wasn't paradise...
It wasn't paradise...
[MAGGIE,
But it was home.
[MAGGIE (
I don't know what they were for or against, really,
Except each other.
I mean I was born to save their marriage
But when my father came to pick my mother up
At the hospital
He said, "Well, I thought this was going to help.
But I guess it's not..."
Anyway, I did have a fantastic fantasy life.
I used to dance around the living room
With my arms up like this
My fantasy was that it was an Indian Chief...
And he'd say to me,
"Maggie, do you wanna dance?"
And I'd say, "Daddy, I would love to dance!"
Doo-doo-doo-doo
But it was clear...
Doo-doo-doo
When he proposed...
Doo-doo-doo
That I was born to help their marriage and when
Doo-doo-doo-doo
That's what he said...
Doo-doo-doo
That's what she said...
Doo-doo-doo
I used to dance around the living room...
Doo-doo-doo-doo
He wasn't warm...
Doo-doo-doo
Not to her...
It was an Indian chief and he'd say:
"Maggie, do you wanna dance?"
And I'd say, "Daddy, I would love to..."
Everything was beautiful at the ballet,
Raise your arms and someone's always there.
Yes, everything was beautiful at the ballet,
At the ballet,
At the ballet!!!
[MAGGIE,
Yes everything was beautiful at the ballet.
HEY!...
I was pretty...
I was happy...
"I would love to..."
[MAGGIE,
At... the... ballet.
Writer(s): Marvin Hamlisch
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