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The Duel
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Soundtrack
The Duel was released on October 29, 2013 by Ghostlight Records as a part of the album Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (Original Cast Recording)
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Release DateOctober 29, 2013
LabelGhostlight Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucas Steele
Lucas Steele
Performer
The Great Comet Original Cast
The Great Comet Original Cast
Performer
Dave Malloy
Dave Malloy
Performer
Nick Choksi
Nick Choksi
Performer
Amber Gray
Amber Gray
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Malloy
Dave Malloy
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dean Sharenow
Dean Sharenow
Producer
Howard Kagan
Howard Kagan
Producer
Janet Kagan
Janet Kagan
Producer
Kurt Deutsch
Kurt Deutsch
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Good evening, Pierre
Studying?
Yes
How was the opera?
[Verse 2]
Lovely
Natalya Rostova was there
Oh?
Oh, that charming young girl
I've known her since she was a child and long carried affection for her
[Verse 3]
Yes
Charming
Look, Dolokhov's coming around
And we're off to the club
Will you come, old man?
I will come
Lend me fifty rubles?
[Chorus]
Drink, drink
Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink, gonna drink, gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight, gonna
[Chorus]
Drink, drink
Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight
Gonna, gonna drink, gonna drink tonight
Gonna drink tonight, gonna drink tonight
[Verse 4]
Drink with me, my love
For there's fire in the sky
And there's ice on the ground
Either way, my soul will die
[Verse 5]
The doctors warned me that with my corpulence
Vodka and wine are dangerous for me
But I drink a great deal
Only quite at ease
After pouring several glasses mechanically into my large mouth
[Verse 6]
Then I feel
A pleasant warmth in my body
A sentimental attachment to my fellow man
[Verse 7]
Keep drinking, old man
Keep drinking, old man
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking, old man
Keep drinking, old man
Drink the whole night through
Keep drinking, old man
[Verse 8]
Now, Anatole, what women tonight?
Moscow ladies or gypsy girls?
French actresses
Just no more unmarried heiresses
So plain and boring
And a little too dangerous, eh?
[Verse 9]
Anatole is a married man
A fact known only to his intimates
A Polish landowner of some small means
Had forced him to marry his daughter
[Verse 10]
Never mind about that now
It doesn't matter
I don't give a damn
Just as a duck is made to swim in water
God has made me as I am
All I care for is gaiety and women
And there's no dishonor in that
As long as there's money and vodka
I'll keep a feather in my hat
[Verse 11]
I used to love, I used to love, I used to be better
Keep drinking, old man
Yes, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink
God to think I married a man like you
Don't speak to me, wife
There is something inside of me
Dolokhov, pour me another
Something terrible and monstrous
[Bridge]
Here's to the health of married women
And a smile lurks at the corner of my mouth
Here's to the health of married women
And their lovers!
[Bridge]
Here's to the health of married women
Here's to the health of married women
And their lovers!
[Bridge]
Here's to the health of married women
Here's to the health of married women
And their lovers!
[Verse 12]
How dare you touch her?
You can't love her
Enough!
[Verse 13]
You bully, you scoundrel, I challenge you
Oh, a duel?
Yes, this is what I like
He will kill you, stupid husband
So I shall be killed, what is it to you?
Anatole, my guns
Oh, this is horribly stupid
[Verse 14]
Just show me where to go, and tell me when to shoot
Just wait till you're close enough, you'll never hit him from forty paces
Well, let's begin
This is child's play
[Verse 15]
As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation
We shall please proceed with the duel
Ready your pistols
And on the count of tri
Begin to advance
Rahz! Dva! Tri!
[Verse 16]
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, not yet!
[Verse 17]
No!
My turn
My turn
Pierre, stand back!
[Verse 18]
Missed, missed
Oh, my mother, my angel
My adoréd angel mother
Take him away
Missed, missed
Such a storm of feeling
You are a fool
[Outro]
Natasha, Natasha, her arms, her shoulders
Her neck, her feet
Pierre of a connoisseur
I will make love to her
And what will come of it?
She's first rate, my dear, but she's not for you
You better wait till she's married
You know I adore little girls, they lose their heads at once
Ask her to dinner, eh?
Sweet sister
Written by: Dave Malloy
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