The Hell Of It (ost Phantom Of The Paradise - 1974)
Another opera from De Palma, this time from his Faustian rock horror. I love Paul Williams and this end credit music is a glorious theatrical closer. Love that piano outro.
Roll on thunder, shine on lightning The days are long and the nights are frightenin' Nothing matters anyway, And that's the hell of it.
Winter comes and the winds blew colder While some grew wiser, you just grew older And you never listened anyway, And that's the hell of it.
Good for nothing, bad in bed Nobody likes you and you're better off dead Goodbye, we've all come to say goodbye (goodbye) Goodbye (goodbye) Born defeated, died in vain Super-destructive, you were hooked on pain Though your music lingers on All of us are glad you're gone
If I could live my life half as worthlessly as you I'm convinced that I'd wind up burning too.
Love yourself as you loved no other Be no man's fool and be no man's brother We're all born to die alone, you know, that's the hell of it.
Life's a game where they're bound to beat you And time's a trick it can turn to cheat you And we only waste it anyway, And that's the hell of it.
Good for nothing, bad in bed Nobody liked you and you're better off dead Goodbye, we've all come to say goodbye (goodbye) Goodbye (goodbye) Born defeated, died in vain Super-destructive, you were hooked on pain And though your music lingers on All of us are glad you're gone