Top Songs By Andrew Lloyd Webber
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Keyboards
Colm Wilkinson
Vocals
Julie Covington
Vocals
David Hamilton Smith
Vocals
London Philharmonic Orchestra
Orchestra
Brian Odgers
Bass Guitar
Mo Foster
Bass Guitar
Tony Stevens
Bass Guitar
Barry Morgan
Percussion
Peter Van Hooke
Percussion
Simon Phillips
Percussion
Hank B. Marvin
Guitar
Henry McCulloch
Guitar
Joe Moretti
Guitar
Neil Hubbard
Guitar
Ray Russell
Guitar
David Snell
Harp
Ann Odell
Keyboards
Mike Moran
Keyboards
Brian Byrne
Vocals
Christopher Neil
Vocals
David Hemmings
Vocals
Jean Hawker
Vocals
Larry Walker
Vocals
Laura Manara
Vocals
Mike D'Abo
Vocals
Mike Smith
Vocals
Nicky Hamilton
Vocals
Roy Wood
Vocals
Stephanie De Sykes
Vocals
Terry Wood
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
Tim Rice
Producer
David Land
Executive Producer
Dennis Blackham
Mastering Engineer
David Hamilton Smith
Engineer
Anton Matthews
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jeremy Gee
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
High flying, adored
So young, the instant queen
A rich beautiful thing of all the talents
A cross between
A fantasy of the bedroom and a saint
And you were just a backstreet girl
Hustling and fighting
Scratching and biting
High flying, adored
Did you believe in your wildest moments
All this would be yours?
That you'd become the lady of them all?
Were there stars in your eyes
When you crawled in at night
From the bars, from the sidewalks
From the gutter theatrical?
Don't look down, it's a long long way to fall
High flying, adored
What happens now? Where do you go from here?
For someone on top of the world
The view's not exactly clear
A shame you did it all at twenty-six
There are no mysteries now
Nothing can thrill you
No one fulfill you
High flying, adored
I hope you come to terms with boredom
So famous, so easily, so soon
Is not the wisest thing to be
You won't care if they love you
It's been done before
You'll despair if they hate you
You'll be drained of all energy
All the young who've made it would agree
High flying, adored
I've been called names, but they're the strangest
My story's quite usual
Local girl makes good, weds famous man
I was slap in the right place
At the perfect time
Filled a gap—I was lucky
But one thing I'll say for me
No one else can fill it like I can
Written by: Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice