Barbra Streisand
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"People (From Broadway Musical)"
"People (From Broadway Musical)"
People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world,
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
Than children.
Lovers are very special people,
They're the luckiest people
In the world.
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!
"People (From Broadway Musical)"
People
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world,
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
Than children.
Lovers are very special people,
They're the luckiest people
In the world.
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!
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"People (From Funny Girl)"
"People (From Funny Girl)"
[Fanny and Nick steal a private moment at the party and discover they are both a little lonely. Fanny sings:]
We travel single-oh
Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know--
With them,
Just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint.
I guess we're both happy, but maybe--
We ain't.
People--people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world,
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
Than children.
Lovers are very special people,
They're the luckiest people
In the world.
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!
Nick has to leave the party early because
he's going to Kentucky the next day but
promises to call Fanny when he returns
to New York.
"People (From Funny Girl)"
[Fanny and Nick steal a private moment at the party and discover they are both a little lonely. Fanny sings:]
We travel single-oh
Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know--
With them,
Just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint.
I guess we're both happy, but maybe--
We ain't.
People--people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world,
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
Than children.
Lovers are very special people,
They're the luckiest people
In the world.
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!
Nick has to leave the party early because
he's going to Kentucky the next day but
promises to call Fanny when he returns
to New York.
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"Piano Practicing"
"Piano Practicing"
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
He he he he he
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha, oh
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
But my mother said my dear you've got to practice you piano
No soprano's in to man but a piano's always grand
And grand pianos in a band make money darling
And so each afternoon when I come home from school
I practice like a bloody fool
You can't imagine all the awful things I play
I could never see a friend
I'd have to practice without end
And as the time was dripping by
I watched the clock without denial
I got the window on the sky
I wished so tearfully that I
Could come outside and play
Instead of wasting every day
Of learning something that
Without a doubt
I could have really done without
It was such a bore
And I could here the boy next door was having fun
And that was something that I'd really never done
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
But I had to sit and practice on my rotten old piano
Playing major scales and than I played the minors once again
Now up and down the keys I play and out of these
I play a tirade of all the exercises
Never any new surprises
Girl you keep your fingers wrong
What a sound
All I wanted was to sing
And not to make the raftest ring
With my old piano
Practicing I would have popped my back
I sing, I hated every minute of the keyboard I devote
That is why today I'm a soprano, but the sight of a piano
Makes me shot before I can not play a note
"Piano Practicing"
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Mi mi mi mi mi mi mi mi
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Lu lu lu lu lu lu lu lu
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
Ma ma ma ma ma ma ma ma
He he he he he
Ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha
He he he he he
Ho ho ho ho ho hooo
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha, oh
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
But my mother said my dear you've got to practice you piano
No soprano's in to man but a piano's always grand
And grand pianos in a band make money darling
And so each afternoon when I come home from school
I practice like a bloody fool
You can't imagine all the awful things I play
I could never see a friend
I'd have to practice without end
And as the time was dripping by
I watched the clock without denial
I got the window on the sky
I wished so tearfully that I
Could come outside and play
Instead of wasting every day
Of learning something that
Without a doubt
I could have really done without
It was such a bore
And I could here the boy next door was having fun
And that was something that I'd really never done
When I was a little girl I wanted to be a soprano
But I had to sit and practice on my rotten old piano
Playing major scales and than I played the minors once again
Now up and down the keys I play and out of these
I play a tirade of all the exercises
Never any new surprises
Girl you keep your fingers wrong
What a sound
All I wanted was to sing
And not to make the raftest ring
With my old piano
Practicing I would have popped my back
I sing, I hated every minute of the keyboard I devote
That is why today I'm a soprano, but the sight of a piano
Makes me shot before I can not play a note
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"Pieces Of Dreams"
"Pieces Of Dreams"
Little boy lost
In search
Of little boy found
You go on wondering, wandering
Stumbling, tumbling
'Round. . . 'round. . .
When will you find
What's on the tip of your mind
Mmm...Why are you blind
To all you ever were
Never were
Really are
Nearly are
Little boy false
In search
Of little boy true
Will you be ever done
Traveling
Always unraveling
You, . . you. . .
Running away
Could leave you farther astray
And as for fishing in streams
For pieces of dreams
Those pieces will never fit
What is the sense of it
Little boy blue
Don't let your little sheep roam
It's time come blow your horn
Meet them on
Look and see
Can you be far from home...
"Pieces Of Dreams"
Little boy lost
In search
Of little boy found
You go on wondering, wandering
Stumbling, tumbling
'Round. . . 'round. . .
When will you find
What's on the tip of your mind
Mmm...Why are you blind
To all you ever were
Never were
Really are
Nearly are
Little boy false
In search
Of little boy true
Will you be ever done
Traveling
Always unraveling
You, . . you. . .
Running away
Could leave you farther astray
And as for fishing in streams
For pieces of dreams
Those pieces will never fit
What is the sense of it
Little boy blue
Don't let your little sheep roam
It's time come blow your horn
Meet them on
Look and see
Can you be far from home...
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"Pretty Women / The Ladies Who Lunch"
"Pretty Women / The Ladies Who Lunch"
Pretty women
Fascinating
Sippin coffee
Dancing, pretty women
Pretty women
Are a wonder, pretty women
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them cheers the air
Pretty women
Silhouetted
Stay within you
Glancing stay forever
Breathing lightly, pretty women,
Pretty women
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair
Even when they leave
They still are there
They're there
Sipping coffee
Here's to the ladies who lunch
Everybody Laugh
Lounging in their caftans and
Planning a brunch
On their own behalf
Off to the gym
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat
And looking grim,
Cause they've been sitting
Choosing a hat
I'll drink to that!
Here's to the girls who just watch
Aren't they the best
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of scotch
Plus a little jest!
Another chance to disapprove
Another brilliant zinger
Another reason not to move
Another vodka stinger
I'll drink to that!
Here's to the girls who play wife
Aren't they too much!
Keeping house but clutching a copy of "Life"
Just to keep in touch
The ones who follow the rules
And meet themselves at the schools
Too busy to know that they're fools
Aren't they a gem!
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to...
Pretty women, fascinating
How they make a man sing...
**Here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries
Look into their eyes
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies
A toast to that invincible bunch
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch
Everybody rise
Everybody rise,
Pretty women at their mirrors
In their gardens
On committees, telephoning
Window shopping table hopping
Pretty women giving parties
Never stopping
Gossip swapping, capsule popping
Everybody rise, everybody rise,
Everybody rise, everybody rise-
Rise-rise-rise...
Pretty women rise!
"Pretty Women / The Ladies Who Lunch"
Pretty women
Fascinating
Sippin coffee
Dancing, pretty women
Pretty women
Are a wonder, pretty women
Sitting in the window or
Standing on the stair
Something in them cheers the air
Pretty women
Silhouetted
Stay within you
Glancing stay forever
Breathing lightly, pretty women,
Pretty women
Blowing out their candles or
Combing out their hair
Even when they leave
They still are there
They're there
Sipping coffee
Here's to the ladies who lunch
Everybody Laugh
Lounging in their caftans and
Planning a brunch
On their own behalf
Off to the gym
Then to a fitting,
Claiming they're fat
And looking grim,
Cause they've been sitting
Choosing a hat
I'll drink to that!
Here's to the girls who just watch
Aren't they the best
When they get depressed,
It's a bottle of scotch
Plus a little jest!
Another chance to disapprove
Another brilliant zinger
Another reason not to move
Another vodka stinger
I'll drink to that!
Here's to the girls who play wife
Aren't they too much!
Keeping house but clutching a copy of "Life"
Just to keep in touch
The ones who follow the rules
And meet themselves at the schools
Too busy to know that they're fools
Aren't they a gem!
I'll drink to them!
Let's all drink to...
Pretty women, fascinating
How they make a man sing...
**Here's to the girls on the go,
Everybody tries
Look into their eyes
And you'll see what they know,
Everybody dies
A toast to that invincible bunch
The dinosaurs surviving the crunch
Let's hear it for the ladies who lunch
Everybody rise
Everybody rise,
Pretty women at their mirrors
In their gardens
On committees, telephoning
Window shopping table hopping
Pretty women giving parties
Never stopping
Gossip swapping, capsule popping
Everybody rise, everybody rise,
Everybody rise, everybody rise-
Rise-rise-rise...
Pretty women rise!
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"Promises"
"Promises"
Here by my side
Are you close enough to take me to your paradise
Or am I going down to my loneliness
Could you be loving me more or less
Do you know
Are you ready for the feeling
Can you learn to grow
Out in a world of tears we,
We're hanging on
We come together,
We find the sun
(You all over me, all over)
You're the light
I am the love don't let me die away
(Die away)
I am forever we are born to make
Promises to be there
(Promises to be there)
Promises to be there
Life, where the few may not ever find a heaven
I could be with you
Out in a world where nights they don't ever end
We got each other my love, my life, my friend
You all over me, all over
You're the light
I am the love don't let me die away
I am forever we are born to make
Promises to love me
(Promises to love me)
Promises to love me
Out in a world where nights they don't ever ever end
We got each other my love, my life, my friend
You all over me, all over
You're the light
I am the love don't let me die away
I am forever we are born to make
Promises to be there
(Promises to be there)
Promises to be there
Yeah...Yeah...Yeeeeeeeeah
(Die away)
I am the love don't let me die away
I am forever we are born to make
Promises...
Promises...
Promises...
Promises...
(Promises to be there
Promises to be there)
Promises to be there
Promises
Promises to be there
Promises
Promises to be there
Promises
Promises...Aaaah!
"Promises"
Here by my side
Are you close enough to take me to your paradise
Or am I going down to my loneliness
Could you be loving me more or less
Do you know
Are you ready for the feeling
Can you learn to grow
Out in a world of tears we,
We're hanging on
We come together,
We find the sun
(You all over me, all over)
You're the light
I am the love don't let me die away
(Die away)
I am forever we are born to make
Promises to be there
(Promises to be there)
Promises to be there
Life, where the few may not ever find a heaven
I could be with you
Out in a world where nights they don't ever end
We got each other my love, my life, my friend
You all over me, all over
You're the light
I am the love don't let me die away
I am forever we are born to make
Promises to love me
(Promises to love me)
Promises to love me
Out in a world where nights they don't ever ever end
We got each other my love, my life, my friend
You all over me, all over
You're the light
I am the love don't let me die away
I am forever we are born to make
Promises to be there
(Promises to be there)
Promises to be there
Yeah...Yeah...Yeeeeeeeeah
(Die away)
I am the love don't let me die away
I am forever we are born to make
Promises...
Promises...
Promises...
Promises...
(Promises to be there
Promises to be there)
Promises to be there
Promises
Promises to be there
Promises
Promises to be there
Promises
Promises...Aaaah!
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"Punky's Dilemma"
"Punky's Dilemma"
Wish I was a Kellogg's corn flake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies
Relaxing a while ...livin' in style
Talkin' to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A.
Casually glancing at his toupee
Wish I was an English Muffin
Bout to make the most out of a toaster
I'd ease myself down
Comin' up brown
I prefer a boysenberry more than any ordinary jam
I'm a citizen for boysenberry jam fans
If I become a famous lady
Would you put my photo on your piano?
>From Mary Jane.....best wishes to Martin...
Ooooh South California
Oh Roger draft dodger
Leavin by the basement door
Everybody knows what he's tippe-toein'
Down there for
Wish I was a Kellogg's corn flake
Floatin' in my bowl
Takin' movies
Relax in a whirl livin' in style...
"Punky's Dilemma"
Wish I was a Kellogg's corn flake
Floatin' in my bowl takin' movies
Relaxing a while ...livin' in style
Talkin' to a raisin who occasionally plays L.A.
Casually glancing at his toupee
Wish I was an English Muffin
Bout to make the most out of a toaster
I'd ease myself down
Comin' up brown
I prefer a boysenberry more than any ordinary jam
I'm a citizen for boysenberry jam fans
If I become a famous lady
Would you put my photo on your piano?
>From Mary Jane.....best wishes to Martin...
Ooooh South California
Oh Roger draft dodger
Leavin by the basement door
Everybody knows what he's tippe-toein'
Down there for
Wish I was a Kellogg's corn flake
Floatin' in my bowl
Takin' movies
Relax in a whirl livin' in style...
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"Put On Your Sunday Clothes"
"Put On Your Sunday Clothes"
[Cornelius:]
Out there
There's a world outside of Yonkers
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby
There's a slick town, Barnaby
Out there
Full of shine and full of sparkle
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby
Listen, Barnaby...
Put on your Sunday clothes,
There's lots of world out there
Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Girls in white in a perfumed night
Where the lights are bright as the stars!
Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town
In one of those new horsedrawn open cars
[Cornelius & Barnaby:]
We'll see the shows at Delmonicos
And we'll close the town in a whirl
And we won't come until we've kissed a girl!
[Dolly:]
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
Dolly & Ambrose:
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
[Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby:]
Get out your feathers, your patent leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday...
No Monday in your Sunday...
No Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Townspeople, All:]
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
[Dolly, Townspeople, All:]
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
[Women:]
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
[All:]
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
Get out your feathers
Your patent leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Dance interlude]
[Children:]
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
[Women:]
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
[Townspeople, All:]
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song
A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose
Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers
Your red suspenders and hose
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Dolly:]
Ermengarde keep smiling no man wants some little meaning!
Ambrose do a turn, let me see!
Mr.Hackl, Mr.Tucker don't forget Irene and Minnie,
Just forget you ever heard a word from me!
All Aboard!
[Townspeople:]
All Aboard!
[Dolly:]
All Aboard!
[Townspeople:]
All Aboard!
[Dolly:]
Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
[All:]
All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard!
Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there
Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
[Dolly:]
To town we'll trot to a smokey spot
Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
[All:]
WOW
[All:]
Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove
[Dolly:]
We wanna take New York by Storm!
[All:]
We'll join the Astors
At Tony Pastor's
And this I'm positive of
That we won't come home
No we won't come home
No we won't come home until we fall in love!
"Put On Your Sunday Clothes"
[Cornelius:]
Out there
There's a world outside of Yonkers
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby
There's a slick town, Barnaby
Out there
Full of shine and full of sparkle
Close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby
Listen, Barnaby...
Put on your Sunday clothes,
There's lots of world out there
Get out the brillantine and dime cigars
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Girls in white in a perfumed night
Where the lights are bright as the stars!
Put on your Sunday clothes, we're gonna ride through town
In one of those new horsedrawn open cars
[Cornelius & Barnaby:]
We'll see the shows at Delmonicos
And we'll close the town in a whirl
And we won't come until we've kissed a girl!
[Dolly:]
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
Dolly & Ambrose:
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
[Dolly, Ambrose, Cornelius, & Barnaby:]
Get out your feathers, your patent leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday...
No Monday in your Sunday...
No Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Townspeople, All:]
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
[Dolly, Townspeople, All:]
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
[Women:]
Beneath your parasol, the world is all a smile
[All:]
That makes you feel brand new down to your toes
Get out your feathers
Your patent leathers
Your beads and buckles and bows
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Dance interlude]
[Children:]
Put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out
Strut down the street and have your picture took
[Women:]
Dressed like a dream your spirits seem to turn about
[Townspeople, All:]
That Sunday shine is a certain sign
That you feel as fine as you look!
Beneath your bowler brim the world's a simple song
A lovely lilt that makes you tilt your nose
Get out your slickers, your flannel knickers
Your red suspenders and hose
For there's no blue Monday in your Sunday clothes!
[Dolly:]
Ermengarde keep smiling no man wants some little meaning!
Ambrose do a turn, let me see!
Mr.Hackl, Mr.Tucker don't forget Irene and Minnie,
Just forget you ever heard a word from me!
All Aboard!
[Townspeople:]
All Aboard!
[Dolly:]
All Aboard!
[Townspeople:]
All Aboard!
[Dolly:]
Aboaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!
[All:]
All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard! All Aboard!
Put on your Sunday clothes there's lots of world out there
Put on your silk cravat and patent shoes
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
[Dolly:]
To town we'll trot to a smokey spot
Where the girls are hot as a fuse!
[All:]
WOW
[All:]
Put on your silk high hat and at the turned up cuff
We'll wear a hand made gray suede buttoned glove
[Dolly:]
We wanna take New York by Storm!
[All:]
We'll join the Astors
At Tony Pastor's
And this I'm positive of
That we won't come home
No we won't come home
No we won't come home until we fall in love!
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"Putting It Together"
"Putting It Together"
[Barbra:] Look, I've spent a lot of time working on this
[Producer 1:] Look, no one's gonna buy it -- no one.
[Producer 2:] No one in Middle America, anyway. That's for sure.
[Producer 3:] He's right!
[Producer 1:] Sweetheart, it's just not commercial!
[Barbra:] What is commercial?
[Producer 2:] It's not what's selling nowadays.
[Producer 1:] I mean - personally, I love it, but
[Barbra (sung):]Be nice, girl!
[Producer 3:] Nobody's into this kind of material.
[Barbra (sung):] You have to pay a price, girl!
[Producer 2:] This album needs a hit single we can push.
[Barbra (sung):]They like to give advice, girl!
[Producer 1:] The whole idea's too risky.
[Barbra (sung):] Don't think about it twice, girl!
[Producer 2:] The audience won't understand this kind of thing!
[Barbra (sung):]It's time to get to work!
Barbra (spoken): I disagree! Why don't you wait until you hear it?
[Producer 3:] This is like your old stuff!
[Barbra (sung):] Art isn't easy.
[Producer 3:] You've got to appeal to the kids.
[Barbra (sung):] Even when you're hot.
[Producer 2:] Why would you want to make an album like this anyway?
[Barbra (sung):] Advancing art is easy.
[Producer 1:] I think we ought to talk seriously about this.
[Barbra (sung):] Financing it is not!
[Producer 2:] Why take chances?
[Barbra (sung):] A vision's just a vision if it's only in your head!
[Producer 1:] Nobody respects your artistic integrity more than I do, but
[Barbra (sung):] If no one gets to hear it, it's as good as dead!
[Producer 2:] You have to think about you career!
[Barbra (sung):] It has to come to life!
Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes a contribution
Every little detail plays a parts
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
Putting it together, that's what counts!
Ounce by ounce, putting in together
Small amounts, adding up to make a work of art
First of all you need a good foundation
Otherwise it's risky from the start
Takes a little cocktail conversation
But without the proper preparation
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
[Producer 2:] Do we really need all these musicians?
[Barbra:] Link by link, making the connections, yes we do!
Drink by drink, taking every comment as it comes
Learning how to play the politician
Like you play piano, bass and drums
Otherwise you'll find your composition
Isn't gonna get much exhibition
Art isn't easy
Every minor detail is a major decision
Have to keep things in scale
Have to hold to your vision
[Producer 1:] Why don't we talk about this over dinner, darling?
What's a little cocktail conversation
If it gets the funds for your foundation
Every time I start to feel defensive
I remember vinyl is expensive!
[Producer 3:] Would you agree to do an interview?
[Barbra:] Maybe one!
Dot by dot, building up the image
Shot by shot, keeping at a distance doesn't pay
Still if you remember your objective
Not give all your privacy away
A little bit of hype can be effective
As long as you can keep it in perspective
Even when you get some recognition
Everything you do you still audition
Art isn't easy
Overnight you're a trend
You're the right combination
Then the trend's at an end
You're suddenly last year's sensation!
All they ever want is repetition
All they really like is what they know
Gotta keep a link with your tradition
Gotta learn to trust your intuition
While you re-establish your position
So that you can be on exhibit...
So that your work can be on exhibition!
Be new, girl!
They tell you till they're blue, girl!
You're new, or else you're through, girl!
And even if it's true, girl,
You do what you can do!
Bit by bit, Putting it together
Piece by piece, working on the vision night and day
All it takes is time and perseverance
With a little luck along the way
Putting in a personal appearance
Gathering supporters and adherents...
[Producer 1:] Well, she's an original!
[Producer 3:] WAS!
[Barbra:] Mapping out the songs but in addition
Harmonizing each negotiation
Balancing the part that's all musicians
With the part that's strictly presentation
Balancing the money with the mission
Till you have the perfect orchestration
Even if you do have the suspicion
That it's taking all your concentration
The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
Beat by beat, part by part
Sheet by sheet, chart by chart
Track by track, bit by bit,
Reel by reel, pout by pout
Stack by stack, snit by snit,
meal by meal, shout by shout
Deal by deal, spat by spat
Shpiel by shpiel, doubt by doubt
And that... Is the state of the art!
"Putting It Together"
[Barbra:] Look, I've spent a lot of time working on this
[Producer 1:] Look, no one's gonna buy it -- no one.
[Producer 2:] No one in Middle America, anyway. That's for sure.
[Producer 3:] He's right!
[Producer 1:] Sweetheart, it's just not commercial!
[Barbra:] What is commercial?
[Producer 2:] It's not what's selling nowadays.
[Producer 1:] I mean - personally, I love it, but
[Barbra (sung):]Be nice, girl!
[Producer 3:] Nobody's into this kind of material.
[Barbra (sung):] You have to pay a price, girl!
[Producer 2:] This album needs a hit single we can push.
[Barbra (sung):]They like to give advice, girl!
[Producer 1:] The whole idea's too risky.
[Barbra (sung):] Don't think about it twice, girl!
[Producer 2:] The audience won't understand this kind of thing!
[Barbra (sung):]It's time to get to work!
Barbra (spoken): I disagree! Why don't you wait until you hear it?
[Producer 3:] This is like your old stuff!
[Barbra (sung):] Art isn't easy.
[Producer 3:] You've got to appeal to the kids.
[Barbra (sung):] Even when you're hot.
[Producer 2:] Why would you want to make an album like this anyway?
[Barbra (sung):] Advancing art is easy.
[Producer 1:] I think we ought to talk seriously about this.
[Barbra (sung):] Financing it is not!
[Producer 2:] Why take chances?
[Barbra (sung):] A vision's just a vision if it's only in your head!
[Producer 1:] Nobody respects your artistic integrity more than I do, but
[Barbra (sung):] If no one gets to hear it, it's as good as dead!
[Producer 2:] You have to think about you career!
[Barbra (sung):] It has to come to life!
Bit by bit, putting it together
Piece by piece, only way to make a work of art
Every moment makes a contribution
Every little detail plays a parts
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
Putting it together, that's what counts!
Ounce by ounce, putting in together
Small amounts, adding up to make a work of art
First of all you need a good foundation
Otherwise it's risky from the start
Takes a little cocktail conversation
But without the proper preparation
Having just a vision's no solution
Everything depends on execution
The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
[Producer 2:] Do we really need all these musicians?
[Barbra:] Link by link, making the connections, yes we do!
Drink by drink, taking every comment as it comes
Learning how to play the politician
Like you play piano, bass and drums
Otherwise you'll find your composition
Isn't gonna get much exhibition
Art isn't easy
Every minor detail is a major decision
Have to keep things in scale
Have to hold to your vision
[Producer 1:] Why don't we talk about this over dinner, darling?
What's a little cocktail conversation
If it gets the funds for your foundation
Every time I start to feel defensive
I remember vinyl is expensive!
[Producer 3:] Would you agree to do an interview?
[Barbra:] Maybe one!
Dot by dot, building up the image
Shot by shot, keeping at a distance doesn't pay
Still if you remember your objective
Not give all your privacy away
A little bit of hype can be effective
As long as you can keep it in perspective
Even when you get some recognition
Everything you do you still audition
Art isn't easy
Overnight you're a trend
You're the right combination
Then the trend's at an end
You're suddenly last year's sensation!
All they ever want is repetition
All they really like is what they know
Gotta keep a link with your tradition
Gotta learn to trust your intuition
While you re-establish your position
So that you can be on exhibit...
So that your work can be on exhibition!
Be new, girl!
They tell you till they're blue, girl!
You're new, or else you're through, girl!
And even if it's true, girl,
You do what you can do!
Bit by bit, Putting it together
Piece by piece, working on the vision night and day
All it takes is time and perseverance
With a little luck along the way
Putting in a personal appearance
Gathering supporters and adherents...
[Producer 1:] Well, she's an original!
[Producer 3:] WAS!
[Barbra:] Mapping out the songs but in addition
Harmonizing each negotiation
Balancing the part that's all musicians
With the part that's strictly presentation
Balancing the money with the mission
Till you have the perfect orchestration
Even if you do have the suspicion
That it's taking all your concentration
The art of making art
Is putting it together, bit by bit
Beat by beat, part by part
Sheet by sheet, chart by chart
Track by track, bit by bit,
Reel by reel, pout by pout
Stack by stack, snit by snit,
meal by meal, shout by shout
Deal by deal, spat by spat
Shpiel by shpiel, doubt by doubt
And that... Is the state of the art!