The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (노틀담의 꼽추) by Alan Menken [ost] (1996)

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RELEASE DATE:	1996 (추정) / 미국
DURATION:	61:34
# OF TRACKS:	17
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio, OST, animation
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 사운드트랙 애니메이션
ALSO KNOWN AS:	노틀담의 꼽추
INDEX:	628

TRACKS

Disc 1

The Bells Of Notre Dame

Various Artists

6:25

Clopin Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells as loud as the thunder To the little bells as soft as a psalm And some say the soul of the city's The roll of the bells The bells of Notre Dame Listen, they're beautiful - So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods... But you know, they don't ring by themselves. They don't? No, silly boy... Up there high, high in the dark bell tower Lives the myterious bell ringer. Who is this creature? Who? What is he? What? How did he come to be there? How? Hush... Clopin will tell you. It is a tale, A tale of a man and a monster Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks near Notre Dame Shut it up, will you! We'll be spotted! Hush, little one. Four frightened gypsies slid silently under The docks near Notre Dame Four guilders for safe passage into Paris. But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At a figure whose clutches Were iron as much as the bells Judge Claude Frollo! The bells of Notre Dame Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Clopin Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Clopin And he saw corruption ev'rywhere except within Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice. You there, what are you hiding? Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her. She ran... Chorus Dies irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Teste David cum sibylla Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus (Day of wrath, that day) (Shall consume the world in ashes) (As prophesied by David and the sibyl) (What trembling is to be) (When the Judge is come) Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary! A baby? A monster! Stop! Cried the Archdeacon - This is an unholy deamon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs. Archdeacon See there the innocent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued. Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Notre Dame My conscience is clear! You can lie to yourself and your minions You cam claim that you haven't a qualm But you never can run from Nor hide what you've done from the eyes The very eyes of Notre Dame Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Clopin And for one time in his life of power and control Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy) Clopin Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul What must I do? Care for the child, raise it as your own. What! I am to settle for this misshappen... Oh well, let him live with you in your church. Live here? Where? Anywhere... Frollo Just so he's kept away where no one else can see The belltower, perhaps. Who knows? Our lord works in mysterious ways. Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be Of use to me And Frollo gave the child a cruel name - A name that means half-formed, Quasimodo Clopin Now here's a riddle to guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame Who is the monster and who is the man? Clopin and Chorus Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells Bells, bells, bells, bells Bells of Notre Dame

Clopin Morning in Paris, the city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells as loud as the thunder To the little bells as soft as a psalm And some say the soul of the city's The roll of the bells The bells of Notre Dame  Listen, they're beautiful - So many colors of sounds, so many changing moods... But you know, they don't ring by themselves. They don't? No, silly boy... Up there high, high in the dark bell tower Lives the myterious bell ringer. Who is this creature? Who? What is he? What? How did he come to be there? How? Hush... Clopin will tell you. It is a tale, A tale of a man and a monster  Dark was the night when our tale was begun On the docks near Notre Dame  Shut it up, will you! We'll be spotted! Hush, little one.  Four frightened gypsies slid silently under The docks near Notre Dame  Four guilders for safe passage into Paris.  But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At a figure whose clutches Were iron as much as the bells  Judge Claude Frollo!  The bells of Notre Dame  Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)  Clopin Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin  Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)  Clopin And he saw corruption ev'rywhere except within  Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice. You there, what are you hiding? Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her.   She ran...  Chorus Dies irae, dies illa Solvet saeclum in favilla Teste David cum sibylla Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus (Day of wrath, that day) (Shall consume the world in ashes) (As prophesied by David and the sibyl) (What trembling is to be) (When the Judge is come)   Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary! A baby? A monster!  Stop! Cried the Archdeacon - This is an unholy deamon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.  Archdeacon See there the innocent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame  I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.  Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Notre Dame  My conscience is clear!  You can lie to yourself and your minions You cam claim that you haven't a qualm But you never can run from Nor hide what you've done from the eyes The very eyes of Notre Dame  Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)  Clopin And for one time in his life of power and control  Chorus Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)  Clopin Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul  What must I do? Care for the child, raise it as your own. What! I am to settle for this misshappen... Oh well, let him live with you in your church. Live here? Where? Anywhere...   Frollo Just so he's kept away where no one else can see  The belltower, perhaps. Who knows? Our lord works in mysterious ways.  Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be Of use to me  And Frollo gave the child a cruel name - A name that means half-formed, Quasimodo  Clopin Now here's a riddle to guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame Who is the monster and who is the man?  Clopin and Chorus Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells Bells, bells, bells, bells Bells of Notre Dame

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Out There

Various Artists

4:23

The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy, unless you
Always stay in here
Away in here
Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo
You are deformed
I am deformed
And you are ugly
And I am ugly
And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend
You are my one defender
Out there they'll revile you
As a monster
I am a monster
Out there they will hate
And scorn and jeer
Only a monster
Why invite their calumny
And consternation?
Stay in here
Be faithful to me
I'm faithful
Grateful to me
I'm grateful
Do as I say
Obey
And stay
In here

Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them
And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever
Out there
Where they all live unaware
What I'd give
What I'd dare
Just to live one day out there
Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I'd treasure ev'ry instant
Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I'll be content
With my share
Won't resent
Won't despair
Old and bent
I won't care
I'll have spent
One day
Out there

Topsy Turvy

Various Artists

5:34

Come one, come all! Leave your looms and milking stools Coop the hens and pen the mules Come one, come all! Close the churches and the schools It's the day for breaking rules Come and join the feast of... Fools! Once a year we throw a party here in town Once a year we turn all Paris upside down Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day It's the day the devil in us gets released It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools! Topsy turvy! Ev'rything is upsy daisy! Topsy turvy!  Ev'ryone is acting crazy Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day Topsy turvy! Beat the drums and blow the trumpets Topsy turvy! Join the bums and thieves and strrumpets Streaming in from Chartres to Calais... Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy On the sixth of "Januervy" All because it's Topsy Turvy Day! Come one, come all! Hurry, hurry, here's your chance See the myst'ry and romance Come one, come all See the finest girl in France Make an entrance to entrance Dance la Esmeralda... Dance! Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for Here it is, you know exactly what's in store Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore Now's the time we crown the King of Fools! So make a face that's horrible and frightening Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools! Why? Topsy turvy! Ugly folk, forget your shyness.. Topsy turvy! You could soon be called Your Highness! Put your foulest features on display Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day! Ev'rybody!
Once a year we throw a party Here in town  Hail to the king! Once a year we turn all Paris Upside down  Oh, what a king! Once a year the ugliest Will wear a crown  Girls, give a kiss Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day We've never had a king like this And it's the day we do the things that we deplore On the other three hundred and sixty-four Once a year we love to drop in Where the beer is never stoppin' For the chance to pop some popinjay And pick a king who'll put the "Top" in Topsy Turvy Day! Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!

Come one, come all! Leave your looms and milking stools Coop the hens and pen the mules Come one, come all! Close the churches and the schools It's the day for breaking rules Come and join the feast of... Fools! Once a year we throw a party here in town Once a year we turn all Paris upside down Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day It's the day the devil in us gets released It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools! Topsy turvy! Ev'rything is upsy daisy! Topsy turvy!  Ev'ryone is acting crazy Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day Topsy turvy! Beat the drums and blow the trumpets Topsy turvy! Join the bums and thieves and strrumpets Streaming in from Chartres to Calais... Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy On the sixth of "Januervy" All because it's Topsy Turvy Day! Come one, come all! Hurry, hurry, here's your chance See the myst'ry and romance Come one, come all See the finest girl in France Make an entrance to entrance Dance la Esmeralda... Dance! Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for Here it is, you know exactly what's in store Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore Now's the time we crown the King of Fools! So make a face that's horrible and frightening Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools! Why? Topsy turvy! Ugly folk, forget your shyness.. Topsy turvy! You could soon be called Your Highness! Put your foulest features on display Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day! Ev'rybody! 
Once a year we throw a party Here in town  Hail to the king! Once a year we turn all Paris Upside down  Oh, what a king! Once a year the ugliest Will wear a crown  Girls, give a kiss Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day We've never had a king like this And it's the day we do the things that we deplore On the other three hundred and sixty-four Once a year we love to drop in Where the beer is never stoppin' For the chance to pop some popinjay And pick a king who'll put the "Top" in Topsy Turvy Day! Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!

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Humiliation [Score]

Various Artists

1:38

God Help The Outcasts

Various Artists

3:42

The Bell Tower [Score]

Various Artists