I DON'T KNOW HOW TO LOVE HIM (Jesus Christ superstar)
I don't know how to love him, what to do how to move him, I've been changed, yes realy changed. In these past few days, when I've seen myself, I seem like someone else.
I don't know how to take this, I don't see why he moves me. He's a man, he's just a man.
And I've had so many men before, in very many ways. He's just one more.
Should I bring him down, should I scream and shout, should I speak of love, let my feelings out. I never thought I'd come to this, what's it all about.
Don't you think it's rather funny, I should be in this position, I'm the one who's always been
so calm, so cool, no lovers fool. Running every show. He scares me so.
Should I bring him down, should I scream and shout, should I speak of love, let my feelings out. I never thought I'd come to this, what's it all about.
Yet, if he said he loved me I'd be lost I'd be frighten'd I couldn't cope, just couldn't cope.
I'd turn my head I'd back away I wouldn't want to know. He scares me so.
I want him so, I love him so.
VI'KKE DET BLI FE'MENALT (My Fair lady)
Nok for meg er et lite kott, langt fra kulda og varmt og godt.
Me'n stol til en sliten skrott, å vi'kke det bli fe'menalt?
Flust med konfekt å eta på, flust med køl når'n har fryst sæ blå.
Varmt kinn, varm hand, varm tå, å vi'kke det bli fe'menalt?
Jæ sku' sitta der musestill og ikke gå et schritt,
sku'kke rikke mæ før vår'n krøyp inn igjennom vindu mitt.
No'n som hviler sæ mot ens knær, varm og mjuk som han alltid er, og mjuk mot mæ i sær,
å vi'kke - det - bli fe'menalt? Fe'menalt! Fe'menalt! Fe'menalt! Fe'menalt!
RAINDROPS KEEP FALLIN' (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid)
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head, and just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed, nothing seems to fit. Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin. So I just
did me some talking to the sun, and I said I didn't like the way he got things done,sleeping on the job. Those raindrops are fallin' on my head. They keep fallin', but ther's one thing I know, the blues they send to meet me won't defaet me.
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me.
Raindrops keep fallin' on my head, but that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turning red. Cryin' not for me 'cause I never gonna stop the rain by complaining, because I'm free, and nothing worrin' me.
CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT (Lion King)
Ther's a calm surrender, to the rush of day, when the heat of the rolling world can be turned away. An enchanted moment, and it sees me through.
It's enough for this restless warrior just to be with you.
And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are.
It's enough for this wideeyed wanderer that we got this far.
And can you feel the love tonight, how it's laid to rest.
It's enought to make kings and vagabonds, believe the very best.
There's a time for everyone, if they only learn, that the twisting kaleidoscope moves us all in turn. There's a rhyme and reason to the wild outdoors.
When the heart of this star crossed voyager beats in time with yours.
And can you feel the love tonight? It is where we are.
It's enough for this wideeyed wanderer that we got this far.
And can you feel the love tonight, how it's laid to rest.
It's enought to make kings and vagabonds, believe the very best.
It's enought to make kings and vagabonds, believe the very best.
OM EG VAR EIN RIK MANN (Spelemann på taket)
Om eg var ein rik mann, di-del-du-del- di-del dig-ge dig-ge bi-di bi-di bank.
Dreiv eg berre di-del du-del dank, om eg var ein halden mann.
Slapp det tunge slitet, di-del-du-del- di-del dig-ge dig-ge bi-di bi-di bank.
Om eg var en bi-di bi-di rik, dig-ge dig-ge di-del du-del mann.
Eg fekk meg stor høgt hus med staslege stover midt inni byen til og med.
med blanke blekktak, tregolv store glas. Og det var ei lang trpp som berre gjekk opp og ei mykje lengre som gjekk ned, og enda ei som berre stod til stas........
I tunet vrimla høns og gås og kalkun, og ender for alle tel å sjå, gol og kakla alt med dei berre vann, og kvart eit kvekk og klukk og klunk skulle ljome høgt som basuner mot det blå som om dei sa her bur ein halden mann.
Om eg var ein rik mann, di-del-du-del- di-del dig-ge dig-ge bi-di bi-di bank.
Dreiv eg berre di-del du-del dank, om eg var ein halden mann.
Slapp det tunge slitet, di-del-du-del- di-del dig-ge dig-ge bi-di bi-di bank.
Om eg var en bi-di bi-di rik, dig-ge dig-ge di-del du-del mann.
I KNOW HIM SO WELL. (Chess)
Nothing is so good it last eternaly, perfect situations must go wrong,
but this has never yet prevented me, waiting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently, won a few more moments who can tell,
but it took time to understand the man, now at least I know, I know him well.
Wasn't it good? Wasn't it fine? Isn't it madness, he can be mine?
But in the end he needs a lttle bit more than me, more security.
I know him so well.
No-one in your life is with you constantly, noone is completly on your side.
And though I move my world to be with him, stil the gap between us is too wide.
Looking back I could have played it differently, learned about the man before i fell.
But I was ever so much younger then, now at least I know I know him well.
Wasn't it good? Wasn't it fine? Isn't it madness, he won't be mine?
Didn't I know, how it would go - if I knew from the start, why am I falling apart.
Wasn't it good? Wasn't it fine? Isn't it madness, he won't be mine?
But in the end he needs a lttle bit more than me, more security.
I know him so well.
