[Lyric] Waiting For The Music To Begin (Joanna Riding, Ian McShane, Dana P. Rowe, Original London Cast of the Witches of Eastwick,)

[DARRYL VAN HORNE, Spoken]
You know the notes, darling

[JANE, Spoken]
Yes, but I-I-

[DARRYL VAN HORNE, Spoken]
Now... Go beyond

[JANE, Sung]
[Verse 1]
When I was 12, Friday would come-
I'd go to Miss Pittro's, rosin up my bow
Stiff as a rail, warm as an iceberg;
Utter precision, that was status quo
Anytime I dallied with passion...
I was told to stop it- reign it in!
And I'd go along as was the fashion-
Waiting for the music to begin
I'd play... I'd play... I'd play... la la la la la, la la la la la la…
[Verse 2]
So I grew up polished and practised-
Over the years I learnt to play my part
Never too rushed, never with feeling;
All this applied in life as well as art
Janie at the strings like a spider
Constantly in motion, cold and thin
Terrified to know what lay inside her
Waiting for the music ...waiting for the music....
G... F sharp... F... E... G... F sharp... F... E

[Verse 3]
Oh, for the days whеn it all seemed so clear!
Sticking to the bеat
Staying to the tone
Day after week after month after year-
Perfectly in time, perfectly alone!
But what sort of man could lay claim to my soul?
Half Ravel, half Rossini- part Shostokovich and part Paganinni
Who knows? who knows?

[Verse 4]
For what sort of man could I lose all control?
Mahler-esque, slightly Grieg-y
Peppered with Brahms, plus a pinch of Respighi
Here goes... Oh God here goes...
The notes carry on in their endless campaign
The chords have turned darker where once they were plain-
The air's growing warmer with every refrain
The rooms getting hotter, the sound is insane!!
[Outro]
Is the bowing finally bending in the heat of this unending...
G! F sharp! F! E!
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting
And waiting for the music to begin!