[00:00.00] 作曲 : Don Black/Andrew Lloyd Webber/Christopher Hampton[00:03.11]NORMA: No more wars to fight[00:07.60]White flags fly tonight[00:12.10]You are out of danger now[00:20.43]Battlefield is still[00:24.02]Wild poppies on the hill[00:29.10]Peace can only come when you surrender[00:38.16]Here the tracers fly[00:42.38]Lighting up the sky[00:46.50]But I'll fight unto the end[00:54.87]Let them send their armies[00:59.05]I will never bend[01:03.51]I won't see you now till I surrender[01:13.51]I'll see you again when I surrender[01:28.50]NORMA: Now, don't you give me a fancy price just because I'm rich[01:31.93]JOE: Look, lady, you've got the wrong man.[01:33.19]I had some trouble with my car, I just pulled into your driveway[01:36.33]NORMA: Get out[01:37.73]JOE: O.K. I'm sorry you lost your friend[01:40.33]NORMA: Get out of here[01:42.31]JOE: Haven't I seen you somewhere before?[01:44.51]NORMA: Or shall I call my servant?[01:46.59]JOE: Aren't you Norma Desmond?[01:49.56]You used to be in pictures. You used to be big[01:54.99]NORMA: I am big. It's the pictures that got small[01:59.34]NORMA: Once upon a time not long ago[02:01.48]The head of any studio[02:03.25]Knew how and when to play his aces[02:06.21]Now they put some talentless unknown[02:08.52]Beneath their sacred microphone[02:10.62]We didn't need words[02:11.54]We had faces[02:14.41]Yes, they took all the idols and smashed them[02:18.10]The Fairbanks, the Gilberts, the Valentinos[02:22.18]They trampled on what was divine[02:26.97]They threw away the gold of silence[02:34.51]When all they needed was this face of mine[02:43.05]JOE: Hey! Don't blame me. I'm just a writer