No Life Lyrics

Stephen Sondheim No Life

[JULES]
Ahh...

[YVONNE]
Ooh...

[JULES]
Mmm...

[YVONNE]
Oh, dear

[JULES]
Oh, my

[YVONNE]
Oh, my dear

[JULES]
It has no prescence

[YVONNE]
No passion

[JULES]
No life
It's neither pastoral
Nor lyrical

[YVONNE]
You don't suppose that it's satirical?

[JULES]
Just density
Without intensity

[YVONNE]
No life
Boys with their clothes off

[JULES]
I must paint a factory next!

[YVONNE]
It's so mechanical

[JULES]
Methodical

[YVONNE]
It might be in some dreary
Socialistic periodical

[JULES]
Good

[YVONNE]
So drab, so cold

[JULES]
And so controlled

[JULES/YVONNE]
No life

[JULES]
His touch is too deliberate, somehow

[YVONNE]
The dog

[JULES]
These things get hung

[YVONNE]
Mmm

[JULES]
And then they're gone

[YVONNE]
Ahhh...
Of course he's young

[JULES]
Hmm?

[YVONNE]
But getting on

[JULES]
Oh...
All mind, no heart
No life in his art

[YVONNE]
No life in his life

[JULES/YVONNE]
No life