Sondheim Lyrics
@sondheimlyric.bsky.social
Content dictates form. Less is more. God is in the details.
You think, what do you want? You think, make a decision.
November 29, 2025 at 6:29 PM
You think, what do you want? You think, make a decision.
I would murder him right there, but first I die.
November 29, 2025 at 2:12 AM
I would murder him right there, but first I die.
The closer to the family, the closer to the wine.
November 27, 2025 at 4:40 PM
The closer to the family, the closer to the wine.
You're still somehow part of my life, and you won't go away.
November 26, 2025 at 3:48 PM
You're still somehow part of my life, and you won't go away.
Careful the spell you cast.
November 25, 2025 at 9:11 PM
Careful the spell you cast.
Everything's different, nothing's changed. Only maybe slightly rearranged.
November 25, 2025 at 12:32 AM
Everything's different, nothing's changed. Only maybe slightly rearranged.
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand: it’s just our bringin' upke that gets us out of hand. Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunks. Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks!
November 23, 2025 at 2:42 PM
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand: it’s just our bringin' upke that gets us out of hand. Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers all are drunks. Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks!
We're gonna blundеr, we’re gonna hold on tight. Hi-ho! We're gonna be all right.
November 22, 2025 at 4:49 PM
We're gonna blundеr, we’re gonna hold on tight. Hi-ho! We're gonna be all right.
No one leaves for good.
November 21, 2025 at 4:36 PM
No one leaves for good.
We'll find a new way of living, we'll find a way of forgiving.
November 21, 2025 at 1:40 AM
We'll find a new way of living, we'll find a way of forgiving.
If the woman were perfection, she would go away, and that would be wonderful.
November 19, 2025 at 10:37 PM
If the woman were perfection, she would go away, and that would be wonderful.
Late nights, quick bites, party games, deep talks, long walks, telephone calls.
November 18, 2025 at 11:16 PM
Late nights, quick bites, party games, deep talks, long walks, telephone calls.
I may play cards all night and come home at three. Just leave a light on the porch for me. Well, nobody's perfect!
November 15, 2025 at 4:39 PM
I may play cards all night and come home at three. Just leave a light on the porch for me. Well, nobody's perfect!
Artists are so crazy! Artists are pompous prigs. Artists are just people, and people are pigs.
November 14, 2025 at 10:01 PM
Artists are so crazy! Artists are pompous prigs. Artists are just people, and people are pigs.
Tell me you’re relieved.
November 13, 2025 at 4:44 PM
Tell me you’re relieved.
Poor, sad souls, itching to be switching roles. Lucy wants to do what Jessie does, Jessie wants to be what Lucy was.
November 12, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Poor, sad souls, itching to be switching roles. Lucy wants to do what Jessie does, Jessie wants to be what Lucy was.
The candle wick was wet, the Champagne was flat, the timing was wrong. A little regret and that's that—I’ll get along.
November 10, 2025 at 10:52 PM
The candle wick was wet, the Champagne was flat, the timing was wrong. A little regret and that's that—I’ll get along.
Here is the church, here is the steeple. Open the door and see all the crazy married people!
November 10, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Here is the church, here is the steeple. Open the door and see all the crazy married people!
I was taught when the prince and the dragon fought, that the dragon was always caught—now I don't even wince when it eats the prince.
November 7, 2025 at 3:58 PM
I was taught when the prince and the dragon fought, that the dragon was always caught—now I don't even wince when it eats the prince.
The slotted spoon can catch the potato.
November 6, 2025 at 4:04 PM
The slotted spoon can catch the potato.
Long ago, all we had was that funny feeling, saying someday we'd send ‘em reeling. Now it looks like we can! Someday just began . . .
November 5, 2025 at 2:43 AM
Long ago, all we had was that funny feeling, saying someday we'd send ‘em reeling. Now it looks like we can! Someday just began . . .
It's our time, breathe it in: worlds to change and worlds to win. Our turn coming through, me and you, pal, me and you!
November 3, 2025 at 1:36 PM
It's our time, breathe it in: worlds to change and worlds to win. Our turn coming through, me and you, pal, me and you!
Hurry, run! Run! Run!
November 2, 2025 at 3:13 PM
Hurry, run! Run! Run!
So thank you for the twenty-seven dinner plates and thirty-seven butter knives and forty-seven paper weights and fifty-seven candle holders!
November 1, 2025 at 5:02 PM
So thank you for the twenty-seven dinner plates and thirty-seven butter knives and forty-seven paper weights and fifty-seven candle holders!
Could I bury my rage with a boy half your age in the grass? Bet your ass!
October 31, 2025 at 5:48 PM
Could I bury my rage with a boy half your age in the grass? Bet your ass!