歌词
Ahh...
Ooh...
Mmm...
Oh, dear.
Oh, my.
Oh, my dear.
It has no presence
No passion
No life
It's neither pastoral
Nor lyrical
You don't suppose that it's satirical?
Mmm? Oh...
(sung)
Just density
Without intensity—
No life
(spoken)
Boys with their clothes off...
I must paint a factory next!
It's so mechanical
Methodical
It might be in some dreary
Socialistic peri-
Odical
Good.
So drab, so cold
And so controlled
No life
His touch is too deliberate, somehow.
The dog.
These things get hung—
Mmm.
And then they're gone
Ahhh.
(sung)
Of course he's young—
Hmm?
But getting on
Oh.
(sung)
All mind, no heart
No life in his art
No life in his life!
No—
Life
Written by: Stephen Sondheim