Speak Low .......... Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya

Nanna's Lied .......... Woman on Stairs

Kiddush .......... Weill's Family

Song of the Rhineland .......... Lenya's Family

Klops Lied / Meatball Song .......... Kurt Weill

Berlin Im Licht .......... Lotte Lenya

Wooden Wedding .......... Kurt Weill, Lotte Lenya, Magistrate and Court Secretary

Tango Ballad .......... Bertolt Brecht and Brecht's Women

Alabama Song .......... Auditioners and Lotte Lenya

Girl of the Moment .......... Ensemble

Moritat .......... Bertolt Brecht, Lotte Lenya, Otto and Ensemble

Schickelgruber .......... Kurt Weill and Bertolt Brecht

Come to Paris .......... Ensemble

I Don't Love You .......... Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya

Entr'Acte

Wouldn't You Like to Be On Broadway? .......... Kurt Weill and Lotte Lenya

Alabama Song (Reprise) .......... Lotte Lenya, Kurt Weill, Bertolt Brecht and Ensemble

Surabaya Johnny .......... Lotte Lenya

Buddy On The Night Shift .......... Allen Lake

Very, Very, Very .......... Kurt Weill

That's Him .......... Kurt Weill

Hosannah Rockefeller .......... Bertolt Brecht and Brecht's Women

I Don't Love You (Reprise) .......... Lotte Lenya and Kurt Weill

The Illusion Wedding Show .......... George Davis and Ensemble

It Never Was You .......... Kurt Weill

Birds Of Passage .......... Ensemble

September Song .......... Lotte Lenya and George Davis

Threepenny

Speak low when you speak, love
Our summer day withers away too soon, too soon
Speak low when you speak, love
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift, we're swept apart, too soon
Speak low, darling, speak low
Love is a spark, lost in the dark too soon, too soon
I feel wherever I go that tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here and always too soon
Time is so old and love so brief
Love is pure gold and time a thief
We're late, darling, we're late
The curtain descends, ev'rything ends too soon, too soon
I wait, darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me, speak love to me and soon

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Kurt Weill lyrics

Tango -Ballad
There was a time, and now it's all gone by
When we two lived together, she and I
The way we were, was just the way to be
I cared for her, and she took care of me
And that arrangement seemed to work perfectly
The milkman rang the bell, I got out of bed
I opened up her purse, paid him what he said
I had a glass of milk, and back in bed I'd climb
You understand she was out working all the time
And so we lived, me and my little mouse
In that snug two by four where we kept house

That was a time, and now it's all gone by
When we were poor but happy, he and I
But when the day would bring no job to me
He'd curse and say how lazy can you be
I'll let him huff and puff
I've worked long enoguh
But when he drank too much, I'd get kinda grim
And shout the house down how I stood a clown like him
And then he'd turn around and try to bite my arm
And I would kick him in the teeth, meaning no harm
It was so sweet to be his little spouse
In that foul two by four where played house

Oh happy time and now it's all gone by
Until we quit each other, you and I
You stayed in bed all day and don't you smirk
You know we said that you'd do all the work
Now sleep's for the night they say
It ain't bad by day
So then I had my fill, swore I wouldn't stir
It looked like soon I would be taking care of her
You'd think a woman had a right to have one gripe
You left me flat. Well I just ain't the working type
We locked the door and each commenced to roam
Goodbye sweet two by four that we called home

Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die

{Refrain}
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our dear old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why

{Refrain}

Oh, show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why

For if we don't find the next little girl
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die

{Refrain}

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Surabaya-Johnny

Kurt WEILL (1900-1950)
Text: Bert Brecht

Ich war jung, Gott, erst sechzehn Jahre.
Du kamest von Burma herauf.
Du sagtest, ich solle mit dir gehen,
du kämest für alles auf.
Ich fragte nach deiner Stellung.
Du sagtest so wahr ich steh':
du hättest zu tun mit der Eisenbahn
und nichts zu tun mit der See.

Du sagtest viel, Johnny, kein Wort war wahr, Johnny.
Du hast mich betrogen, Johnny, zur ersten Stund!
Ich hasse dich so, Johnny,
wie du dastehst und grinst, Johnny.
Nimm doch die Pfeife aus dem Maul, du Hund!

Surabaya Johnny, warum bist du so roh?
Surabaya Johnny, mein Gott und ich liebe dich so!
Surabaya Johnny, warum bin ich nicht froh?
Du hast kein Herz Johnny, und ich liebe dich so!

Zuerst war es immer Sonntag.
Das war, bis ich mitging mit dir.
Aber dann, schon nach zwei Wochen,
war dir nichts mehr recht an mir.

Hinauf und hinab durch den Pandschab,
den Fluß entlang bir zur See:
ich seh schon aus im Spiegel
wie eine Vierzigjährige.

Du wolltest nicht Liebe, Johnny,
du wolltest Geld, Johnny
aber sah, Johnny, nur auf deinen Mund.
Du verlangtest alles, Johnny.
Ich gab dir mehr, Johnny.
Nimm doch die Pfeife aus dem Maul, du Hund!

Surabaya Johnny, warum bist du so roh?
Surabaya Johnny, mein Gott und ich liebe dich so!
Surabaya Johnny, warum bin ich nicht froh?
Du hast kein Herz Johnny, und ich liebe dich so!

Ich habe es nicht beachtet
warum du den Namen hast.
Doch an der ganzen langen Küste
warst du ein bekannter Gast.

Eines Morgens in einem Six-Pence-Bett,
werd' ich donnern hören die See;
und du gehst ohne etwas zu sagen,
und ein Schiff liegt unten am Kai.

Du hast kein Herz, Johnny,
Du bist ein Schuft, Johnny.
Du gehst jetzt weg, Johnny,
sag mir den Grund!
Ich liebe dich doch, Johnny,
wie am ersten Tag, Johnny.
Nimm doch die Pfeife aus dem Maul, du Hund!

Surabaya Johnny, warum bist du so roh?
Surabaya Johnny, mein Gott und ich liebe dich so!
Surabaya Johnny, warum bin ich nicht froh?
Du hast kein Herz Johnny, und ich liebe dich so!




English Translation by Stefan Brecht

I had just turned sixteen that season
when you came up from Burma to sty.
And you told me I ought to travel with you,
you were sure it would be okay.
When I asked how you earn'd your living
I can still hear you say to me:
you had some kind of job with the railway
and had nothing to do with the sea.

You said a lot, Johnny, all one big lie, Johnny.
You cheated me blind, Johnny from the minute we met.
I hate you so, Johnny,
when you stand there grinning Johnny.
Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat!

Surabaya Johnny, no one's meaner than you.
Surabaya Johnny, my God, and I still love you so!
Surabaya Johnny, why'm I feeling so blue?
You have no heart, Johnny, and I still love you so!

At the start ev'ry day was Sunday,
till we went on our way one fine night.
And before two more weeks were over,
you thought nothing I did was right.

Some trekked up and down through the Punjab,
from the source of the river to the sea:
When I look at my face in the mirror,
there's an old woman staring back at me.

You didn't want love, Johnny,
you wanted cash, Johnny,but I saw your lips, Johnny
and that was that.

You wanted it all, Johnny,
I gave you more, Johnny.
Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat!

Surabaya Johnny, no one's meaner than you.
Surabaya Johnny, my God, and I still love you so!
Surabaya Johnny, why'm I feeling so blue?
You have no heart, Johnny, and I still love you so!

I would never have thought of asking
where you got that peculiar name,
but from one end of the coast to the other
you were known everywhere we came.

And one day in a two-bit flop-house,
I'll wake up to the roar of the sea;
and you'll leave without one word of warning,
on the ship waiting down at the key.

You have no heart, Johnny,
you're just a louse, Johnny.
How can you go, Johnny,
and leave me flat!
You're still my love, Johnny,
like the day we met, Johnny.
Take that damn pipe out of your mouth, you rat!

Surabaya Johnny, no one's meaner than you.
Surabaya Johnny, my God, and I still love you so!
Surabaya Johnny, why'm I feeling so blue?
You have no heart, Johnny, and I still love you so!

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You know the way you feel
When there is autumn in the air,
That's him, that's him.
The way you feel when Antoine
Has finished with your hair,
That's him, that's him.

You know the way you feel
When you smell bread baking,
The way you feel
When suddenly a tooth stops aching;
Wonderful world, wonderful you,
That's him, that's him.

He is as simple as a swim in summer,
Not arty, not actory.
He's like a plumber when you need a plumber:
He's satisfactory.
You know the way you feel
When you want to knock on wood,
The way you feel when your heart is gone for good:
Wonderful world, wonderful you,
That's him.

You could shuffle him with millions,
Soldiers and civilians,
I'd pick him out.
In the darkest caves and hallways
I would know him always,
Beyond a doubt.
Identification comes easily to me
Because that's he.

You know the way you feel
About the Rhapsody in Blue:
That's him, that's him;
The way you feel about a hat
Created just for you:
That's him, that's him.

You know the way you feel
When the fireflies glimmer,
The way you feel when overnight
Your hips grow slimmer:
Wonderful world, wonderful you,
That's him, that's him.

He's like a book directly from the printer,
You look at him, he so commenceable.
He's comforting as woolens in the winter:
He's indispensable.

You know the way the way you feel
That you know you should conceal
The way you feel feel that you really shouldn't feel:
Wonderful world, wonderful you,
That's him.

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Maxwell Anderson/Kurt Weill

It Never Was You

I've been running through rains
and the wind that follows after
for one certain face
and an unforgotten laughter.

I've been following trains
and staring after ships
for a certain pair of eyes
and a certain pair of lips.

Yes, I've looked everywhere
you can go without wings
and I found a great variety
of interesting things.

But, it never was you.
It never was anywhere new.

An occaisional sunset reminded me
or a flower hanging by on a tulip tree
or one red star hung low in the west
or a heartbreak call from a meadowlark's nest
Made me think for a moment maybe it's true
I found you in the star,
in the calm, in the blue

But, it never was you.
It never was anywhere you.
Anywhere,
Anywhere you

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Well, it's a long, long time
From May to December.
But the days grow short,
When you reach September.
And the autumn weather
Turns the leaves to gray
And I haven't got time
For the waiting game.

And the days dwindle down
To a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days
I spend with you.
These precious days
I spend with you.

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