The Private and Intimate Life of the House
The Great Comet Original Cast Lyrics
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I've aged so very much
I fall asleep at the table
My napkin drops to the floor
I'm full of childish vanities
I forget things
And I live in the past
People enjoy me though
I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat
and powered wig
And I tell stories
And utter scathing critiques
This old-fashioned house
With its gigantic mirrors and powered footmen
And this stern, shrewd old man
A relic of the past century
With his gentle daughter
Is a majestic and agreeable spectacle
MARY: But besides the couple hours during which we have guests
There are also twenty-two hours in the day
During which the private and intimate life of the house continues
BOLKONSKY: Bring me my slippers
MARY: Yes father yes father
BOLKONSKY: Bring me my wine
MARY: Yes father yes father
Oh father
And I never go anywhere
Never invited
For who would take care of him
Who would take care
MARY & BOLKONSKY: And I have no friends
No no no
BOLKONSKY: Girl, all my friends are dead
MARY: No one
BOLKONSKY: All my friends are dead
MARY: Time is moving
It's now or never
My fate is slipping past me
BOLKONSKY: Silence! Silence!
MARY: Yes father yes father
BOLKONSKY: You shut your damn mouth girl
Shut your damn mouth
I can hurt you
MARY & BOLKONSKY: I can hurt you
MARY: But I never ever ever ever would
This is just how it is
It's just how he is
I'm always to blame
He could beat me
Or treat me like a dog
Make me fetch wood or water
And that's just how it is
Oh father
I love you father
Time is moving
It's now or never
I've abandoned the hope of getting married
BOLKONSKY: Ah! What's this, a young suitor?
Ah, come in come in
But don't sit down
Don't sit down
I'm cold to you
Yes I'm mean to you
Now be gone be gone be gone
And don't come back!
Maybe I'll marry someone myself
Some cheap French thing
Oh that offends you does it?
Ah, come in my dear, come in my dear, come in
MARY: And he draws her to him
And he kisses her hand
Embraces her affectionately
And I flush and run out of the room
BOLKONSKY: Come back here
Let an old man have his fun
Wipe away your tears girl
I don't want your tears
MARY: On that horrible woman
Vile and inhuman
She's using you, Papa
Wants your money Papa
To take advantage of your weakness like that
It's disgusting
My voice breaks
BOLKONSKY: It's my money
And I'll throw it where I want
Not at you!
And not at Andrey's harlot!
It's my money, my money,
Mine all mine!
Insolent girl!
Insolent girl!
Where-?
Where-?
Where, Where are my glasses?
Where, where are they?!
Where are my glasses?!
Oh God-
Oh God I'm frightened
Oh God I've aged,
I've aged so very much
Where are my glasses?!
where are they?!
where?!
Where are my glasses?
where are they?
where?
Where are my glasses?!
MARY: They're there upon his head
They're there upon his head
The pride of sacrifice
Gathers in my soul
They're there upon his head
And he forgets things
He lives in the past
He falls asleep at the table
His napkin drops to the floor
His shaking head
Sinks over his plate
He is old and feeble
And I dare to judge him
I disgust myself
I disgust myself
The Private and Intimate Life of the House is a song from the musical Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812, which explores the aristocratic world of Tolstoy's War and Peace. The song presents the audience with a glimpse into the private lives of a wealthy family, the Bolkonskys. The melody of the song is haunting and melancholy, contrasting with the occasional loud outbursts of the aged patriarch, Bolkonsky. The lyrics are from the perspective of his daughter Mary, who reflects on her life with her father, a reclusive old man who is losing his grip on reality.
The song begins with Bolkonsky's acknowledgment that he has aged, and his realization that he can no longer keep up with the world around him. He is full of childish vanities, forgetful, and lives in the past, but people enjoy his company. The house they live in is a relic of the past century, with its gigantic mirrors, powered footmen, and stern, shrewd old man. The private and intimate life of the house continues for twenty-two hours in the day while they only get a couple of hours with guests. Mary is resigned to her fate of never going anywhere, never being invited anywhere, and having no friends. Bolkonsky's friends are all dead. He is a difficult man to live with, and Mary knows that she is always to blame for his outbursts.
The song continues with Bolkonsky flirting with a young suitor and Mary's disgust at his behavior. Bolkonsky is using his money to take advantage of his weakness, and it is disgusting. The song ends with Mary's realization that her father is old and feeble, and she is judging him. She is disgusted with herself, and the song's haunting melody ends on her story.
Line by Line Meaning
I've aged
I've become old and frail
I've aged so very much
I've become extremely old and frail
I fall asleep at the table
I fall asleep at the dining table during meals
My napkin drops to the floor
I drop my napkin on the floor due to my old age
I'm full of childish vanities
I have superficial and petty interests
I forget things
I lose my memory frequently
And I live in the past
I often think about and dwell on the past
People enjoy me though
People find me entertaining and charming despite my flaws
I come in for tea in my old-fashioned coat and powered wig
I attend tea parties wearing outdated clothing and a powdered wig
And I tell stories
I love to reminisce and share old stories with others
And utter scathing critiques
I express harsh criticisms of others and their actions
This old-fashioned house
This traditional and antiquated house
With its gigantic mirrors and powered footmen
With large mirrors and footmen who wear powdered wigs
And this stern, shrewd old man
And this strict, cunning elderly man
A relic of the past century
Someone who belongs to the previous century
With his gentle daughter
With his kind and caring daughter
Is a majestic and agreeable spectacle
Is an impressive and enjoyable sight
But besides the couple hours during which we have guests
Apart from when we entertain guests for a few hours
There are also twenty-two hours in the day
There are twenty-two hours in which we have no guests
During which the private and intimate life of the house continues
During which our secluded and personal family life carries on
Bring me my slippers
Fetch my slippers for me
Yes father yes father
I will comply, Father
Bring me my wine
Get me my wine
Oh father
Addressing her father
And I never go anywhere
I never leave the house
Never invited
I'm never invited anywhere
For who would take care of him
Who would take care of my father in my absence
Who would take care
Who would care for my father
And I have no friends
I don't have any friends
All my friends are dead
All of my friends have died
Time is moving
Time is ticking away
It's now or never
It's time to act or lose the chance forever
My fate is slipping past me
My destiny is getting away from me
Silence! Silence!
Be quiet! Be quiet!
You shut your damn mouth girl
Stop talking, you disrespectful girl
I can hurt you
I can harm you physically or emotionally
But I never ever ever ever would
But I would never let that happen
This is just how it is
This is the way things are
It's just how he is
This is how my father behaves
He could beat me
My father could physically hurt me
Or treat me like a dog
Or treat me with disrespect
Make me fetch wood or water
Make me do menial tasks
And that's just how it is
That's just how it is in our household
Oh father
Addressing her father
I love you father
I love you, Father
I've abandoned the hope of getting married
I no longer desire to get married
Ah! What's this, a young suitor?
Oh! Who is this, a young man interested in me?
But don't sit down
Don't sit, I don't want you here long
I'm cold to you
I'm not friendly towards you
Yes I'm mean to you
Yes, I'm rude to you
Now be gone be gone be gone
Now leave, leave, leave
And don't come back!
Don't return here again!
Maybe I'll marry someone myself
Perhaps, I'll marry someone
Some cheap French thing
A Frenchman of low esteem
Oh that offends you does it?
Oh, does that insult you?
Ah, come in my dear, come in my dear, come in
Oh, come inside, my dear, come in
And he draws her to him
He pulls her closer to himself
And he kisses her hand
He kisses her hand affectionately
Embraces her affectionately
Hugs her lovingly
And I flush and run out of the room
I feel embarrassed and leave the room quickly
Come back here
Come here again
Let an old man have his fun
Let me enjoy myself, I'm old
Wipe away your tears girl
Stop crying, girl
I don't want your tears
I don't want to see you cry
On that horrible woman
Regarding that awful woman
Vile and inhuman
Disgusting and cruel
She's using you, Papa
She's taking advantage of you, Father
Wants your money Papa
She only wants your money, Father
To take advantage of your weakness like that
To use your vulnerability for her benefit
It's disgusting
It's revolting
My voice breaks
I start to cry
It's my money
It's my own money
And I'll throw it where I want
And I'll spend it as I please
Not at you!
Not on you!
And not at Andrey's harlot!
And not on Andrey's mistress!
Mine all mine!
It's all mine!
Insolent girl!
Rude girl!
Where-, Where-?
Where-, Where-?
Where, Where are my glasses?
Where are my glasses?
Oh God-
Oh, God-
Oh God I'm frightened
Oh, God, I'm scared
Where are my glasses?! where are they?! where?
Where are my glasses? I can't find them, where could they be?
They're there upon his head
They're on his head
The pride of sacrifice
The feeling of honor and pride for sacrificing oneself for others
Gathers in my soul
I feel a sense of pride within me
And he forgets things
He often forgets things
He falls asleep at the table
He falls asleep while sitting at the dining table
His napkin drops to the floor
His napkin falls to the ground due to his forgetfulness
His shaking head
His head trembles due to his old age
Sinks over his plate
He leans forward and falls asleep on his plate
He is old and feeble
He is elderly and frail
And I dare to judge him
And yet, I have the audacity to judge him
I disgust myself
I feel disgusted with myself
I disgust myself
I feel disgusted with myself
Contributed by Aaliyah M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.