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
