Stephen Sondheim
No Life
[JULES, spoken]
Ahh!

[YVONNE, spoken]
Ooh!

[JULES, spoken]
Oh, my!

[YVONNE, spoken]
Oh, dear!

[JULES, spoken]
Oh!

[YVONNE, spoken]
Oh, my dear!

[JULES]
It has no presence

[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

(spoken)
Boys with their clothes off. 

[JULES, spoken]
I must paint a factory next!

[YVONNE]
It's so mechanical

[JULES]
Methodical

[YVONNE]
It might be in some dreary
Socialistic periodical
[JULES, spoken]
Good. 

[YVONNE]
So drab, so cold

[JULES]
And so controlled

[JULES & YVONNE]
No life

[JULES, spoken]
His touch is too deliberate, somehow. 

[YVONNE, spoken]
Oh, the dog!

[JULES]
These things get hung

[YVONNE, spoken]
Ahh. 

[JULES]
And then they're gone
[YVONNE, spoken]
Hmm. 

(sung)
Of course he's young

[JULES, spoken]
Uhh...

[YVONNE]
But getting on

[JULES, spoken]
Ah. 

(sung)
All mind, no heart
No life in his art

[YVONNE]
No life in his life

[JULES & YVONNE]
No life