gamavor Posted September 22, 2003 Report Share Posted September 22, 2003 (edited) I'm pretty sure you all are familiar with Les Miserables. The title speaks for itself and no introduction is needed. One thing have caught my eye, while listening the wonderful Broadway version of Les Miserables - Master of the House. You may ask why? Well, since I'm an ardent reader of Ara Baliozian, I couldn't just pass by the word "crook" that he loves to use, while describing despicable Armenians. While reading the lyrics below, let us pray for more open minded writers with Armenian surnames and less provincial Armenian intellectuals. Have a good reading!!! Master Of The House LyricsLes Miserables DRINKER THREECome on you old pest DRINKER TWOFetch a bottle of your best DRINKER ONEWhat's the nectar of the day? (Thenardier enters with a flask of wine) THENARDIERHere, try this lotGuaranteed to hit the spotOr I'm not Thenardier DRINKERSGissa glass a rumLandlord, over here! THENARDIERRight away, you scum (to himself)Right away, m'sieur (to customer) DINER ONEGod this place has gone to hell DINER TWOSo you tell me every year DRINKER SIXMine host ThenardierHe was there so they say,At the field of Waterloo DRINKER SEVENGot there, it's trueWhen the fight was all through DRINKER ONEBut he knew just what to doCrawling through the mudSo I've heard it saidPicking through the pocketsOf the English dead DRINKER EIGHTHe made a tidy scoreFrom the spoils of war THENARDIERMy band of soaksMy den of dissolutesMy dirty jokes, my always pissed as newts.My sons of whoresSpent their lives in my innHoming pigeons homing inThey fly through my doorsAnd their money's as good as yours DINER ONEAin't got a clueWhat he put in this stewMust have scraped it off the street DINER TWOGod what a wine!Chateau Neuf de TurpentineMust have pressed it with his feet DRINKERSLandlord over here!Where's the bloody man?One more for the road!Thenardier, one more slug o' gin. GIRLJust one more, or my old man is gonna do me in. (Thenardier greets a new customer) THENARDIERWelcome, M'sieurSit yourself downAnd meet the bestInnkeeper in townAs for the rest,All of 'em crooksRooking their guestsAnd cooking the books.Seldom do you seeHonest men like meA gent of good intentWho's content to be Master of the houseDoling out the charmReady with a handshakeAnd an open palmTells a saucy taleMakes a little stirCustomers appreciate a bon-viveurGlad to do a friend a favorDoesn't cost me to be niceBut nothing gets you nothingEverything has got a little price! Master of the houseKeeper of the zooReady to relieve 'emOf a sou or twoWatering the wineMaking up the weightPickin' up their knick-knacksWhen they can't see straightEverybody loves a landlordEverybody's bosom friendI do whatever pleasesJesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end! THENARDIER & CHORUSMaster of the houseQuick to catch yer eyeNever wants a passerbyTo pass him byServant to the poorButler to the greatComforter, philosopher,And lifelong mate!Everybody's boon companionEverybody's chaperone THENARDIERBut lock up your valisesJesus! Won't I skin you to the bone! (To another new customer) THENARDIEREnter M'sieurLay down your loadUnlace your bootsAnd rest from the road (Taking his bag) This weighs a tonTravel's a curseBut here we striveTo lighten your purseHere the goose is cookedHere the fat is friedAnd nothing's overlookedTill I'm satisfied... Food beyond compareFood beyond beliefMix it in a mincerAnd pretend it's beefKidney of a horseLiver of a catFilling up the sausagesWith this and that Residents are more than welcomeBridal suite is occupiedReasonable chargesPlus some little extras on the side! Charge 'em for the liceExtra for the miceTwo percent for looking in the mirror twiceHere a little sliceThere a little cutThree percent for sleeping with the window shutWhen it comes to fixing pricesThere are a lot of tricks he knowsHow it all increasesAll those bits and piecesJesus! It's amazing how it grows! THENARDIER AND CHORUSMaster of the houseQuick to catch yer eyeNever wants a passerbyTo pass him byServant to the poorButler to the greatComforter, philosopher,And lifelong mate!Everybody's boon companionGives 'em everything he's got THENARDIERDirty bunch of geezersJesus! What a sorry little lot! MME. THENARDIERI used to dreamThat I would meet a princeBut God Almighty,Have you seen what's happened since?`Master of the house?'Isn't worth me spit!`Comforter, philosopher'- and lifelong shit!Cunning little brainRegular VoltaireThinks he's quite a loverBut there's not much thereWhat a cruel trick of natureLanded me with such a louseGod knows how I've lastedLiving with this bastard in the house! THENARDIER & CHORUSMaster of the house. MME. THENARDIERMaster and a half! THENARDIER & CHORUSComforter, philosopher MME. THENARDIERAh, don't make me laugh! THENARDIER & CHORUSServant to the poor. Butler to the great. MME. THENARDIERHypocrite and toady and inebriate! THENARDIER & CHORUSEverybody bless the landlord!Everybody bless his spouse! THENARDIEREverybody raise a glass MME. THENARDIERRaise it up the master's arse. ALLEverybody raise a glass to the master of the house! Edited September 22, 2003 by gamavor Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nairi Posted May 30, 2004 Report Share Posted May 30, 2004 Gavroche's death never fails to make me cry... Reminds me of Gikor somehow... Never fails to make me cry either... On est laid à Nanterre, C'est la faute à Voltaire, Et bête à Palaiseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau. Je ne suis pas notaire, C'est la faute à Voltaire, Je suis petit oiseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau. Joie est mon caractère, C'est la faute à Voltaire, Misère est mon trousseau, C'est la faute à Rousseau. Je suis tombé par terre, C'est la faute à Voltaire, Le nez dans le ruisseau, C'est la faute à... Il n'acheva point. Une seconde balle du même tireur l'arrêta court. Cette fois il s'abattit la face contre le pavé, et ne remua plus. Cette petite grande âme venait de s'envoler. http://artic.ac-besancon.fr/ecoles_25/ia/m...ctorhugo_27.htm Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
axel Posted May 30, 2004 Report Share Posted May 30, 2004 (edited) Well, since I'm an ardent reader of Ara Baliozian, I couldn't just pass by the word "crook" that he loves to use, while describing despicable Armenians ... THENARDIER Welcome, M'sieur Sit yourself down And meet the best Innkeeper in town As for the rest, All of 'em crooks Rooking their guests And cooking the books. Seldom do you see Honest men like me A gent of good intent Who's content to be Indeed, the word "crook" in the mouth of Thénardier has a very special resonance. the wonderful Broadway version of Les Miserables Definitely unequaled. PS: Naïri jan, good to see you back! It's been a while Edited May 30, 2004 by axel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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