Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Glenn Close & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Alan Campbell & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell & George Hearn & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Glenn Close & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Glenn Close & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Glenn Close & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Glenn Close & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Glenn Close & George Hearn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Alan Campbell & Judy Kuhn
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell & Judy Kuhn
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Alan Campbell
Andrew Lloyd Webber & Alan Campbell & Glenn Close
Andrew Lloyd Webber & George Hearn & Glenn Close & Judy Kuhn & Alan Campbell
[JOE]
Sure I came out here to make my name
Wanted my pool, my dose of fame
Wanted my parking space at Warner's
But after a year, a one room hell
A Murphy bed, a rancid smell
Wallpaper peeling at the corners
Sunset Boulevard, twisting boulevard
Secretive and rich, a little scary
Sunset Boulevard, tempting boulevard
Waiting there to swallow the unwary
Dreams are not enough to win a war
Out here they're always keeping score
Beneath the tan the battle rages
Smile a rented smile, fill someone's glass
Kiss someone's wife, kiss someone's ass
We do whatever pays the wages
Sunset Boulevard, headline boulevard
Getting here is only the beginning
Sunset Boulevard, jackpot boulevard
Once you've won you have to go on winning
You think I've sold out?
Dead right I've sold out
I just keep waiting for the right offer
Comfortable quarters, regular rations
24-hour Five Star room service
And if I'm honest, I like the lady
I can't help being touched by her folly
I'm treading water, taking the money
Watching her sun set
Well, I'm a writer
L.A.'s changed a lot over the years
Since those brave gold rush pioneers
Came in their creaky covered wagons
Far as they could go end of the line
Their dreams were yours, their dreams were mine
But in those dreams were hidden dragons
Sunset Boulevard, frenzied boulevard
Swamped with every kind of false emotion
Sunset Boulevard, brutal boulevard
Just like you, we'll wind up in the ocean
She was sinking fast, I threw a rope
Now I have suits and she has hope
It seemed an elegant solution
One day this must end, it isn't real
Still I'll enjoy a hearty meal
Before tomorrow's execution
Sunset Boulevard, ruthless boulevard
Destination for the stony-hearted
Sunset Boulevard, lethal boulevard
Everyone's forgotten how they started
Here on Sunset Boulevard
Sunset Boulevard was written by Christopher Hampton & Don Black & Andrew Lloyd Webber.