I am an opera singer
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where I'm going
And where to throw my cape
I call my co-stars brother
I call my co-stars name
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to Verdi's grave
And every single morning
By 10 a.m I'm dressed
My rehearsals last for hours and hours
With diligence I have been blessed
Some people, they call me monster
Some people, they call me saint
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no-one will complain
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
I've sung for Kings in Europe
And Emperors in Japan
And after each performance
People stand around and wait
Just to tell me that they loved my voice
Just to tell me that I'm great
I am an opera singer
I will sing when you're all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can't be said
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
Most people seem to know my name
Or at least know who I am
I stand on painted tape
It tells me where I'm going
And where to throw my cape
I call my co-stars brother
I call my co-stars name
I play both good and evil parts
I sing to Verdi's grave
And every single morning
By 10 a.m I'm dressed
My rehearsals last for hours and hours
With diligence I have been blessed
Some people, they call me monster
Some people, they call me saint
My talent feeds my darker side
Yet no-one will complain
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
I've sung for Kings in Europe
And Emperors in Japan
And after each performance
People stand around and wait
Just to tell me that they loved my voice
Just to tell me that I'm great
I am an opera singer
I will sing when you're all dead
I sing the mountains crumbling apart
I sing what can't be said
I am an opera singer
I sing in foreign lands
Most people seem to know my name
Or at least know who I am
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Opera singers were once celebrities on the level of big-name actors, perhaps beyond that. People were known to faint on the streets when they saw one. Can you name one opera singer? Probably not.
That's where the real irony of the song comes in. This opera singer thinks that their name will never die, but we, a modern audience, knows that very few people will know their name in the future. Fame for the sake of fame is empty, and the quest for immortality is fruitless.
We can draw a parallel with modern celebrities. They may think that they are all that, but only the truly great remain famous after their deaths, and they are typically not the narcissistic egomaniacs we are surrounded with.
This song is great on so many levels. It's a great reminder that even though you're not famous, your legacy is not measured by the number of people who know your name, since even they will be gone one day soon. All that matters is the mark you make on the world.
In any event, good song.
I had a friend who's in ballet. (Before I say anything else, I want everyone to know that I certainly appreciate what it takes to become a good (ballet) dancer.) This girl's ego about it is Astronomical. She has the same attitude as the character in the song.
"And every single morning/By 10 AM I'm dressed"
In response to this, regular, working-class folk (such as myself), ask "Who cares?" and follow up with a good solid, "Go to hell," or, "I have other things to care about."
The funny thing is, my friend is a flippin' novice. She's LOUSY.
Hm, maybe it's just funny to me. (The REALLY funny part is when she'll practices in public. It makes her feel like people are watching and are impressed. it's the mentality of a five year old.)
OH WELL. Well said, Sundaydriving. Good song.