Goodbye, My FriendI locked my memoriesIn a suitcaseWith a jar of tearsAnd a sad face.I will go and I will throwThem out to sea.I tucked your pictureIn my shirt sleeveWhile the smokeDrifted in the warm breeze.The ashes fall and I am lostAgainst the wind.I heard a sad song,Loud piano,Made me wonderWhy I never let go.I've wrecked my brain with all the painThat's come to pass.He controlled me,Stole from me,In the endAt least I know he loved me -Which is more than I could everSay for him.I fell in love once,He was so queer,I will neverBe the same again, dear.He broke my heart, ripped me apart,Left me to die.So I'm a straight-bentBlack rose sunset,Who walks the lineBetween good times and regret.If I don't leave hereWill my casket hear good-byes?I tucked your pictureIn my shirt sleeveWhile the smokeDrifted in the warm breeze.The ashes fall and I am lostAgainst the wind.Goodbye, my friend.
The Angel of MusicA long time agoIn grand old Páris,There lived a strange manMuch like you and like me.They called him "The Phantom"And "the mad Opera Ghost,"But "The Angel of Music"Is what he was called most.There lived also a lady,The sweet, young Christine,To whom the Angel of MusicAppeared in a dream."I am your Angel,"He said with a cry,"Come to me so thatMy music might fly!"The Angel kept hidden;Yes, that was his choice.But he spoke to her kindlyIn a soft, gentle voice,For he loved this girl Christine,Full of beauty and grace,But he lived with the curseOf his own horrid face.Christine listened intentlyAs he sang from afar,And the lessons he taughtMade her Opera's star!But then came Raoul,The Vicomte de Chagny,Who laughed at the AngelAnd stole Christine away.The Angel grew angry,And his eyes swelled with griefAs he vowed to punishThat handsome, young thief."I'll craft a new plan,"He said with a pause,"To take back ChristineWhen the chandelier falls!"So one nig