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Barbra Streisand
Barbra Streisand


Background information
Birth name Barbara Joan Streisand
Born April 24, 1942
Born place Brooklyn, New York, U.S.
Genre(s) Traditional pop
Adult Contemporary
Years active 1957—present
Label(s) Columbia Records
Website Website



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Barbra Streisand Album


Concert Highlights (1995)
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[orchestra]

. . .


I don't know why I'm frightened
I know my way around here
The cardboard trees, the painted scenes, the sound here.
Yes a world to rediscover,
But I'm not in any hurry
And I need a moment.

The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways,
The atmosphere as thrilling here as always
Feel the early morning madness
Feel the magic in the making
Why everything's as if we never said goodbye.

I've spent so many mornings
Just trying to resist you
I'm trembling now
You can't know how I've missed you,
Missed the fairy-tail adventures
In this ever-spinning playground
We were young together.

I'm coming out of make-up


The lights already burning,
Not long until the camera's will start turning
And the early morning madness
And the magic in the making...
Yes, everything is as if we never said goodbye.

I don't want to be alone that's all in the past,
This world's waited long enough,
I've come home at last!

And this time will be bigger,
And brighter than we knew it.
So watch me fly, we all know I can do it...
Could I stop my hand from shaking?
Has there ever been a moment with so much to live for?

The whispered conversations in overcrowded hallways,
So much to say not just today but always.
We'll have early morning madness.
We'll have magic in the making.
Yes, everything is as if we never said goodbye...
Oh, please don't ever ever make me say goodbye!!!

. . .


[speaking]thank you! what a wonderful week to be in new york! the rangers won the stanley cup, right here at the garden. the yankees are in first place; the "nicks" came this close, an
Is so great to be here during the "gay games"! because for once I can walk around the city without being recognized. you know? - there are enough guys in town who impersonate me that w
'm out on the streets, nobody thinks it's really me...today I was walking up broadway and a woman said to her husband: "look, it's barbra streisand!" and her husband said: "will y


Op it already, that's the tenth one today, this one is not even close!" this is...this is the city that means most to me in my tour, because it's my home...i was born and raised here...(int
Ted)...pardon me...oh, welcome home did you say, thank you, thank you! yes, the last time I did a concert here in new york, it was central park twenty-seven years ago...so, a lot has happened si
Hen...

. . .


Good times and bum times
I've seen them all and my dear
I'm still here
Gold statue sometimes
Sometimes a kick in the rear
But I'm here
Now one day your hailed for blazing trails
Next day your nailed for fingernails
Either they cheer or they jeer
But I'm here
I've heard them say
Songwriting, acting, producing
What makes her think that she can?
Or better yet
Songwriting, acting, producing
What, does she think shes the man?
Monday a Tony
Tuesday your top of the bill
So I'm here
Wednesday you're phony
Thursday you're over-the-hill
But I'm here
Now, I've kept my clothes and kept my space
I kept my nose to spite my face
Still once you say you won't
Keep your place loud and clear
Once your announce you're directing
All your hear is

Everybody says don't
Everybody says don't
Everybody says
Don't! It isn't right
Don't! It isn't nice
Everybody says don't
Everybody says

Don't tell me not live just sit and putter
Life's candy and the Sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly
I simply got to
If someone takes a spill it's me not you
Who told you're allowed to rain on my parade?
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
You're turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a comer
I simply got march
My heart's a drummer
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
I'm gonna live and live now
Get what I want I know how
One roll for the whole shebang
One throw that bell will go clang
Eye on the target and wham
One shot
One gun shot and bam!
Hey look at me, world
Here I am
I'll march my band out
I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out
Your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir
Guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me, love
'Cause I'm a comer
I simply got march
My heart's a drummer
Nobody
No, nobody
Is gonna rain on my parade

. . .


Oh, listen, sister
I love my mister man
And I can't tell you why
There is no reason why I should love that man
It mus' be somethin' that de angels have planned
Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly
I gotta love one man till I die
Can't help lovin' that man of mine
Tell me he's lazy, tell me he's slow
Tell me I'm crazy, maybe I know
Can't help lovin' that man of mine
When he goes away, that's a rainy day
And when he comes back that day is fine


The sun will shine!
He can come home as late as can be
Home without him ain't no home to me
Can't help lovin' that man of mine

[SPOKEN:]
I, I first heard that song when Ava Gardner sang it in the movie, because I had no idea that it came from a Broadway show, 'cause I went to the movies long before I ever went to the theater. Who knew from the theater? I'd go to the Loewe's kings in Flatbush, every Saturday to escape into a world of fantasy and also because they had the greatest mellowrolls. a mellowroll was this little ice-cream log, a lot of you must know that, wrapped in paper that sat on a cone. Anyway, I'll never forget, uh, when I was thirteen... some things improve with age... this friend of my named Barbara Sankell, who knew that I wanted to be an actress, told me about this actor named Marlon Brando, who was in a movie called Guys and Dolls, which I also didn't know was from a Broadway play. And so I went to see it, and it was truly a life altering experience, seeing Marlon Brando for the first time. It was the only movie that I ever sat through twice just to get to see him again and to have another mellowroll. Anyway, I'll never forget this song...

. . .


I'll know
I'll know when my love comes along
I'll know then and there...
[speaking] and I remember sitting in the theater with my hormones raging, and my "mellowroll" melting all over me and i, I felt
This...ah...i don't know how to call it...mmm... chemistry...
M.brando
Yeah, chemistry!
Suddenly I'll know...
Barbra
Hello, gorgeous!
M.brando
When my love comes along
Barbra
Is he something or what?
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
Oh, my god!
M.brando
Then and there...
Barbra
Here I am...
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
On the aisle...
M.brando
At the sight of her face...
Barbra
My face?
Both
How I care, how I care, how I care...
Barbra
Who wouldn't care?
M.brando
And I'll stop...
Barbra
Don't stop!
M.brando
And I'll stare
Barbra
Well you could stare!
M.brando
And I'll know...
Barbra
I knew from the moment I saw you
M.brando
Long before we can speak! I'll know


Barbra
Yes'i knew
M.brando
In my heart...
Barbra
In my heart...
M.brando
I'll know...
Barbra
Take me now!
Both
And I won't ever ask, "am I right? ",
"am I wise? ", "am I smart? "
M.brando
But I'll stop!
Barbra
Could you faint?
M.brando
And I'll stare
Barbra
From that smile...
M.brando
At that face...
Barbra
That face...
Both
In the throng!
Barbra
Oy!
M.brando
Yes, I'll know...
Barbra
Yes, I'll know...
M.brando
When my love...
Barbra
When my love...
Both
Comes along...

Barbra
[speaking]oh, I was so jealous of jean simmons. I mean that she got to have him fall in love with her, and she got to kiss him and everything! I fell in love with you marlon, right then and ther
The loew's kings theater, in flatbush! anyway, a year later, when I was fourteen, I crossed the brooklyn bridge to manhattan, and saw my first broadway show, "the diary of anne frank"
Oved it but I couldn't afford to see many shows, so when I was fifteen I became an usher. and it was a great deal! you got paid four dollars and fifteen cents a show, and got to see it for free.
Then, when I was twenty-one, I actually had a show of my own, "funny girl". the composer is here tonight, julie styne. hi, dear julie! isn't that lovely? such a great score! I love you
There's a song from that show that each time I sing, takes on a different meaning for me. and I've been thinking, this has been a year filled with natural disasters, and it's amazing how in tim
Catastrophes people do come together, forget the
Ir differences and help one another. but do we always need a catastrophe to remind us that we're all just...

. . .


People,
People who need people,
Are the luckiest people in the world
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting a grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
With one person one very special person
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world...

. . .


He touched me, he put his hand near mine
And then he touched me
I felt a sudden tingle when he touched me
A sparkle, a glow

He knew it...it wasn't accidental, no, he knew it
He smiled and seem to tell me so all through it
He knew it, I know...
He's real, and the world is alive and shining


I feel such a wonderful drive t'wards valentining
He touched me; I simply have to face the fact
He touched me...
Control myself and try to act
As if I remember my name
But he touched me...he touched me...
And suddenly nothing is the same!
'cause he touched me...he touched me...
And suddenly...nothing, nothing, nothing is the same

. . .


Love soft as an easy chair
Love fresh as the morning air
One love that is shared by two
I have found with you

Like a rose under the april snow
I was always certain love would grow
Love ageless and evergreen
Seldom seen by two

You and I will make each night a first
Every day a beginning
Spirits rise and their dance is unrehearsed
They warm and excite us, cause we have the brightest love

Two lives that shine as one
Morning glory and midnight sun
Time weve learned to sail above
Time wont change the meaning of one love
Ageless and ever evergreen

. . .

The Man That Got Away

[No lyrics]

. . .


Barbara
You don't bring me flowers
You don't sing me love songs
Neil
You hardly talk to me anymore
When I come through the door at the end of the day...
Barbara
I remember when you couldn't wait to love me
Used to hate to leave me
Now after loving me late at night
Neil
When it's good for you, babe
And you're feeling all right
Barbara
When you just roll over and turn out the light...
And you don't bring me flowers anymore
Neil
It used to be so natural
Barbara
It used to be...
Neil
To talk about forever
Barbara
Mmm...
Neil
But used-to-bes don't count anymore
They just lay on the floor
Till we sweep them away
Barbara
And baby I remember all the things you taught me
Neil
I learned how to laugh and I learned how to cry
Barbra
Well, I learned how to love and I learned how to lie
Neil
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
Barbara
So you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye
You don't bring me flowers any more...
Both
Well, you think I could learn how to tell you goodbye...
Neil
?Cause you don?t say you need me;
Barbara
You don't sing me love songs;
Both
You don't bring me flowers anymore...

. . .


It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming
And the tulip trees are blooming
And there's not another human in view,
But us two
It's a lazy afternoon
And the farmer leaves his reaping
And the meadow cows are sleeping
And the speckled trouts stop leaping up stream


As we dream
A far pink cloud hangs over the hill
Unfolding like a rose
If you hold my hand and sit real still,
You can hear the grass as it grows
It's a hazy afternoon
And I know a place that's quiet, except for daisies running riot
And there's no one passing by it to see
Come spend this lazy afternoon with me

. . .


Nothing's gonna harm you
Not while I'm around
Nothing's gonna harm you
No sir, not while I'm around

Demons are prowling everywhere
Nowadays
I'll send 'em howling I don't care
I've got ways

No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there

Demons'll charm you with a smile
For a while
But in time
Nothing can harm you
Not while I'm around

Being close and being clever
Ain't like being true
I don't need to
I would never hide a thing from you
Like some

No one's gonna hurt you
No one's gonna dare
Others can desert you
Not to worry, whistle I'll be there

Demons'll charm you with a smile
For a while
But in time
Nothin' can harm you
Not while I'm around

. . .


Artist: Barbra Streisand
Song: Ordinary Miracles

Change can come on tiptoe
Love is where it starts
It resides, often hides
Deep within our hearts
And just as
Pebbles make a mountain,
Raindrops make a sea,
One day at a time
Change begins with you and me,
Ordinary miracles
Happen all around,
Just by giving and receiving
Comes belonging and believing,
Every sun that rises
Never rose before,
Each new day leads the way
Through a different door,
And we can all be quiet heroes
Living quiet days,
Walking through the world
Changing it in quiet ways,
Ordinary miracles
Like candles in the dark,
Each and every one of us
Lights a spark,

And the walls can tumble
And the mountains can move,
The winds and the tide can turn,

Yes, ordinary miracles
One for every star,
No lightning bolt or clap or thunder
Only joy and quiet wonder,
Endless possibilities
Right before our eyes,
Oh, see the way a miracle multiples,

Now hope can spring eternally
Plant it and it grows,
Love is all that's necessary
Lovin', its extraordinary
Why,
Makes ordinary miracles every blessed day.

. . .


[SUNG:]
Oh, tell me where
Where is it written what it is I'm meant to be
That I can't dare
To have the chance to pick the fruit of every tree
Or have my share
Of every sweet-imagined possibility?

[SPOKEN:]
Those are questions that women have been asking for centuries, and incredibly enough, I think they're still asking them today! I think that's what attracted me to Yentl, and why I had I had to make the film. Yentl, as some of you know, is the story of a girl in Eastern Europe at the turn of the century, when the world of study belonged only to men. But Yentl's father, recognizing her thirst for knowledge, taught her secretly. And after his death, in order to continue her studies, she had had no choice, but go out into the world disguised as a man...

[SUNG:]
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you see me?
Papa, can you find me in the night?
Papa, are you near me?
Papa, can you hear me?
Papa, can you help me not be frightened?
Looking at the skies, I seem to see a million eyes
Which ones are yours?
Where are you now that yesterday
Has waved goodbye and closed its door?
The night is so much darker,
The wind is so much colder
The world I see is so much bigger
Now that I'm alone
Papa, please forgive me
Try to understand me
Papa, don't you know I had no choice?
Can you hear me praying,
Anything I'm saying,
Even though the night is filled with voices?
I remember everything you taught me
Every book I've ever read
Can all the words in all the books
Help me to face what lies ahead?
The trees are so much taller
And I feel so much smaller
The moon is twice as lonely
And the stars are half as bright
Papa, how I love you
Papa, how I need you
Papa, how I miss you
Kissing me goodnight...

[SPOKEN:]
To go on with the story, um, Yentl then meets a boy whom she falls in love with - but it turns out he's already in love with another girl, but because of circumstances I can't go into now, they're prevented from getting married. And to make a long story short, he asks Yentl, who, of course, he thinks is a boy to marry the girl, so he can still see her - not Yentl, the other girl! So, the girl and the girl get married, and if you want to see how Yentl got away with the wedding night, you'll have to rent the video! it's just a variation on the boy-meets-girl-meets-girl-story, it's very '90s! Anyway, um, one night he comes over to the house to study. But it's clear that the only thing he really wants to study is her. Not Yentl, her wife, her. Get it? His eyes never leave her face

[SUNG:]
See the way they gaze at her
Like slaves they follow everywhere she goes
Do my eyes forget themselves
And do I ever look at him
And smile in such a way
That what I'm feeling shows?
Sometimes I have the feeling everybody knows
And even though it's crazy
Still I can't help wondering if I'll ever live to see that day
When by some miracle of miracles
He'll turn around and look at me
That way...

Oh, tell me where?
Where is the someone who will turn and look at me?
And want to share
My every sweet-imagined possibility?
The more I live - the more I learn
The more I learn - the more I realize
The less I know
Each step I take
(Papa, I've a voice now!) Each page I turn -
(Papa, I've a choice now!) Each mile I travel only means
The more I have to go
What's wrong with wanting more?
If you can fly - then soar!
With all there is - why settle for
Just a piece of sky?
Papa, I can hear you...
Papa, I can see you...
Papa, I can feel you...
Papa, watch me fly!
Papa, watch me fly!

[SPOKEN:]
Thank you! I'm glad you liked that! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Oh, that's great! Thank you! This current administration has been beset by many problems. But, it's had many accomplishments, a fact that sometimes seems to get overlooked nowadays, you know? I guess it is easier to criticize than to praise! so, I'd like to sing this song tonight in celebration of everything that is positive and possible in this great country of ours and around the world.

. . .


Oh my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, alright,
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back
On my knees someday
Oh whatever my man is
I am his
Forever more
It cost me a lot
But that's one thing that I've got
It's my man
Cold and wet
Tired you bet
But all that I soon forget
With my man
He's not much for looks


And no hero out of books
He's my man
Two or three girls has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him

Oh my man I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just despair
But I don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright, alright,
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back
On my knees someday
Oh whatever my man is
I am his
Forever more

. . .


Someday, somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
Will find a way of forgiving
Somewhere...
There's a place for us
Somewhere a place for us
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere
There's a time for us
Someday there'll be a time for us
Time together and time to spare
Time to learn, time to care
Someday, somewhere
We'll find a new way of living
Will find there's a way of forgiving
Somewhere... Somewhere... Somewhere...
There's a place for us
A time and a place for us
Hold my hand and we're half way there
Just hold my hand and I'll take you there
Somehow...
Someday, somewhere...

. . .


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