Uploaded March 2012 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
LYRICS POSTED ON THE DOWN-LOW.
HAPPY MARCH FORTH!
Yes-- I do realize I wasn't trying to be funny here, but I could, in many ways, be considered even more funny in this way. At any rate, uh, if you want my normal shenanigans, instead, don't miss the bloopers at the end! I spent about three hours in that room with the fan off-- who knows how many takes. But that's normal.
The song is "Finishing the Hat" from my favorite Broadway musical of all-time, Sunday in the Park with George, by the good sire Stephen Sondheim.
There's actually a recording of me singing this a cappella for the auditions I did for my highschool's performance of Into the Woods. At some point in the future, I intend to put that up on YouTube, along with a whole series of videos I shot during the production time of Into the Woods. You Iswasers deserve to see it, especially having known my love of Sondheim for so long. (Refer back to my speech performance in 9th Grade, my rendition of Giants in the Sky/Last Midnight, etc.)
I just thought it was important for somebody on the Internet to finally perform the WHOLE song. EVERY performer skips the opening, and it annoys the bejibblets out of me at a certain point, because in so many ways, it's the thing that sets out all the exposition and establishes the mood of the song. The misunderstood insanity that is being artistically inclined. I'm so eternally grateful to be a part of a beautiful someone's life who wants to be a part of mine in the same way-- a part of all this crazy-ness.
LYRICS:
Mademoiselles!
You and me, pal.
Second bottle. Ach, she looks for me.
Bonnet flapping,
Yapping-- RUFF!
Chicken.
Pastry. *licks*
Yes, she looks for me.
Good.
Let her look for me, to tell me why she left me,
As I always knew she would.
I had thought she understood.
They have never understood,
And no reason that they should...
... but if anybody could.
Finishing the hat.
How you have to finish the hat.
How you watch the rest of the world from a window
While you finish the hat.
Mapping out a sky.
What you feel like planning a sky.
What you feel when voices that come through the window
Go
Until they distance and die.
Until there's nothing but sky.
And how you're always turning back too late
From the grass or the stick or the dog or the light.
How the kind of woman willing to wait's
Not the kind that you want to find waiting
To return you to the night,
Dizzy from the height,
Coming from the hat.
Studying the hat.
Entering the world of the hat.
Reaching through the world of the hat like a window
Back to this one from that.
Studying a face.
Stepping back to look at the face
Leaves a little space in the way like a window...
But to see.
It's the only way to see.
And when the woman that you wanted goes,
You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give!"
But the woman who won't wait for you knows
That however you live, there's a part of you
Always standing by
Mapping out the sky.
Finishing a hat. (I accidentally said, "Finishing THE hat," though. Sorry, Steve.)
Starting on a hat.
Finishing a hat.
Look, I made a hat.
Where there NEVER was a hat!
Special (not to mention essential) thanks to AngelsBwayKaraokes for uploading a copy of this song's instrumental: youtube.com/watch?v=0gY8VfpFlrk T'is sheer magick!
LYRICS POSTED ON THE DOWN-LOW.
HAPPY MARCH FORTH!
Yes-- I do realize I wasn't trying to be funny here, but I could, in many ways, be considered even more funny in this way. At any rate, uh, if you want my normal shenanigans, instead, don't miss the bloopers at the end! I spent about three hours in that room with the fan off-- who knows how many takes. But that's normal.
The song is "Finishing the Hat" from my favorite Broadway musical of all-time, Sunday in the Park with George, by the good sire Stephen Sondheim.
There's actually a recording of me singing this a cappella for the auditions I did for my highschool's performance of Into the Woods. At some point in the future, I intend to put that up on YouTube, along with a whole series of videos I shot during the production time of Into the Woods. You Iswasers deserve to see it, especially having known my love of Sondheim for so long. (Refer back to my speech performance in 9th Grade, my rendition of Giants in the Sky/Last Midnight, etc.)
I just thought it was important for somebody on the Internet to finally perform the WHOLE song. EVERY performer skips the opening, and it annoys the bejibblets out of me at a certain point, because in so many ways, it's the thing that sets out all the exposition and establishes the mood of the song. The misunderstood insanity that is being artistically inclined. I'm so eternally grateful to be a part of a beautiful someone's life who wants to be a part of mine in the same way-- a part of all this crazy-ness.
LYRICS:
Mademoiselles!
You and me, pal.
Second bottle. Ach, she looks for me.
Bonnet flapping,
Yapping-- RUFF!
Chicken.
Pastry. *licks*
Yes, she looks for me.
Good.
Let her look for me, to tell me why she left me,
As I always knew she would.
I had thought she understood.
They have never understood,
And no reason that they should...
... but if anybody could.
Finishing the hat.
How you have to finish the hat.
How you watch the rest of the world from a window
While you finish the hat.
Mapping out a sky.
What you feel like planning a sky.
What you feel when voices that come through the window
Go
Until they distance and die.
Until there's nothing but sky.
And how you're always turning back too late
From the grass or the stick or the dog or the light.
How the kind of woman willing to wait's
Not the kind that you want to find waiting
To return you to the night,
Dizzy from the height,
Coming from the hat.
Studying the hat.
Entering the world of the hat.
Reaching through the world of the hat like a window
Back to this one from that.
Studying a face.
Stepping back to look at the face
Leaves a little space in the way like a window...
But to see.
It's the only way to see.
And when the woman that you wanted goes,
You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give!"
But the woman who won't wait for you knows
That however you live, there's a part of you
Always standing by
Mapping out the sky.
Finishing a hat. (I accidentally said, "Finishing THE hat," though. Sorry, Steve.)
Starting on a hat.
Finishing a hat.
Look, I made a hat.
Where there NEVER was a hat!
Special (not to mention essential) thanks to AngelsBwayKaraokes for uploading a copy of this song's instrumental: youtube.com/watch?v=0gY8VfpFlrk T'is sheer magick!
