– (Ballad Of The) Shape Of Things – 

C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . F . . . . . . . .G
Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . .D7 . . . . . . . . . . . . G
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures.
. . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . F
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs in the orange tree.
G . . . . . C . . . G . . . . . C . .F . . G . . . . . . . C . . . G . . . C . F . G
Yes, the circle shape is quite reknowned. It's sad to say it can be found
. . . . . C . . . . . . .G . . C . F.G
In the low-down dirty run around
. . . . . . . C . . . . . .G . . . .C . . F . . . . . C . . . . . G . . . .C .F.C
That my true love gave to me. Yes, my true love gave to me.

Completely square is the velvet box he said my ring would be in.
Completely square is the envelope he said farewell to me in.
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly.
As I dry my eyes of the tears I shed And blow my nose 'til it turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head.
He will not marry me. No! He will not marry me.
  Sheldon Harnick, 1950

Rectangular was the hotel door, my true love tried to sneak through.
Rectangular was the transom o'er which I tried to peek through.
Rectangular was the hotel room I entered angrily.
And rectangular is the wooden box Where lies my love 'neath the golden phlox.
They say he died of the chicken pox.
In part, I must agree. One chick too many had he.

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow.
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow.
Triangular the relationship that now has ceased to be,
And triangular is the garment thin That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win.
It's a lasting memory that my true love gave to me.

Pentagonal is the fav'rite place of hawks, the birds in DC
Hexagonal is the beehive cell in which the bees are busy
Octagonal is the traffic sign that makes my life less free
And all these shapes get more complex Just like my true love's rolodex
And of course the mug's game known as sex
My true love played with me, yes, he played his games with me.


–  Tonight – 

Intro: G    Em7     Bm    Am7
D       G    Am      G      Am

. . . . . G . . . . . A
1. Tonight. Tonight
. . . . . .G . . . . . . . A
Won't be just any night.
. . . G . . . . . . . . . . .Em . . . . . .F#m . . F7
Tonight there will be no morning star.

. . . . .Bb . . . . C
2. Tonight. Tonight.
. . .Bb . . . . . . . . .C
I'll see my love tonight
. . . . . . Bb . . . . . . Am7b5 . . . . . . . . D
And for us, stars will stop where they are.

by  Leonard Bernstein          
&  Stephen Sondheim,

. . . . .Eb . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Cm7
3. Today the minutes seem like hours...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . E-
The hours go so slowly
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A . Ab
And still the sky is light.

. . . . . . G . . . . . . . . A
4. Oh, moon, grow bright
. . . . . .G . . . . . . . . . . Em7
And make this endless day
. . . . . . .Bm7 . . Am7 . . G
Endless night. . . . . . Tonight.



 

   from West Side Story, 1957

1. Tonight. Tonight.
It all began tonight.
I saw you and the world went away.

2. Tonight. Tonight.
There's only you tonight.
What you are, what you do, what you say.

3. Today, all day I had the feeling
A miracle would happen --
I know now I was right.

4. For here you are,
And what was just a world
Is a star. . . . . . Tonight!


1. Tonight. Tonight.
The world is full of light.
With suns and moons all over the place

2. Tonight. Tonight.
The world is wild and bright.
Going mad, shooting sparks into space.

3. Today, the world was just an address
A place for me to live in
No better than all right.

4. But here you are,
And what was just a world
Is a star. . . . . . Tonight!

4. Good night.  Good night.
Sleep well and when you dream,
Dream of me. . . . . . Tonight.