tonight was another one of nights where i realize why i moved to ny. i went to the 'ladies who sing sondheim' concert with angela lansbury. i never in my life thought i would see her perform live. or see stephen sondheim (albeit from afar). and although patti lupone pulled out last minute due to illness (tear!) raul esparza stepped in and sang 'being alive'. and i had chills and wept with complete strangers. it's for moments like these that i live...
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.
Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.
Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.
Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through, I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive
~annalisa
ps. in this photo, mr sondheim is hugging ms lansbury on the right. the end.
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