Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Miranda Richardson
Chant
Simon Callow
Chant
Ciarán Hinds
Chant
Victor McGuire
Chant
Jennifer Ellison
Chant
Simon Lee
Direction d’orchestre
Margaret Preece
Chant
Minnie Driver
Chant
Patrick Wilson
Chant
Peter Manning
Direction d’orchestre
Stuart Andrews
Programmation de synthétiseur
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composition
Charles Hart
Paroles
Richard Stilgoe
Paroles
David Cullen
Orchestration
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Production
Nigel Wright
Production
Simon Lee
Supervision musicale
Aaron Walk
Ingénierie de montage
Lee McCutcheon
Ingénierie de montage
Michael Parnin
Ingénierie de montage
Mike Ross-Trevor
Ingénierie de prise de son
Robin Sellars
Ingénierie de mixage
Simon Rhodes
Ingénierie de prise de son
Tim Clark
Ingénierie de montage
Vincent Cirilli
Ingénierie de montage
Yann McCullough
Ingénierie de montage
Paroles
Your public needs you
We need you too
Wouldn't you rather have your precious little ingénue?
Señora, no
The world wants you
Prima Donna, first lady of the stage
Your devotees are on their knees to implore you
Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?
Think of how they all adore you
Prima Donna, enchant us once again
Think of your muse and of the queues 'round the theatre
Can you deny us the triumph in store?
Sing, Prima Donna once more (Christine spoke of an angel)
Prima Donna, your song shall live again
(Think of your public) you took a snub, but there's a public who needs you
Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel
Think of the cry of undying support (we get our opera)
Follow where the limelight leads you (she gets her limelight)
Leading ladies are a trial
Prima Donna, your song shall never die (when she sings, we see heaven)
You'll sing again (orders, warning)
Prima Donna(Lunatic demands are regular occurrences)
Think how you'll shine in that final encore (surely there'll be further scenes)
Sing, Prima Donna once more (worse than this)
(I must see these demands are rejected)
Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve
A chorus girl who's gone and slept with the patron?
Raoul and the soubrette entwined in love's duet
Although he may demur, he must have been with her
You'd never get away with all this in a play
But if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue
It's just the sort of story audiences adore
In fact, a perfect opera (for if his curse is on this opera)
Prima Donna, the world is at your feet
A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated
Light up the stage with that age-old rapport
Sing, Prima Donna once more
Writer(s): 0, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charles A. Hart, Richard Henry Zachary S. Stilgoe
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