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Golden Days 220012


Green Parrot Inn

Other Side of the Moon

Five days over bad roads


We reached with muddy boots the town of Charlerois
Caked with mud and sweat,
With the endless din of explosions in our ears,
We found our way to the Green Parrot Inn.

Listening to the other side of the moon. Did you say you
were coming to visit tomorrow? As I listen to the explosions
above, and with the lights flashing off, dimming then
returning, I wonder if this will not be the end. The stale smell
of cement, rough blankets, electric smells. The explosions are
a rumble down here, a fuzzy rumble. The time has come to
abandon these old ways, the huddling here below, submerged
in the safety of cement bunkers with filtered air. It is time to
cast off, to jump out leaping into other worlds. It is time to
make the stories you read come true. Why must we huddle
together fearing the destruction we have run from? Did you
say you were coming to visit tomorrow? It's been months
since I've seen you. As I listen to the other side of the moon, I
think of you in another cold atmosphere, also listening and
waiting. Our lives have been stripped bare. Our world is one
of dim meters, dark rumbles, fading lights, old cement.
Burrowed deep within earthen vaults, hidden from the
ravaging explosions above. At a time like now, I yearn for
the stars--to be catapulted past the explosions to the sea of
space.

Sick, tired, we rested and drank


As if there were no tomorrow.
The waitress fed us bread and foamy beer,
Made us feel less of the road we been on.
Outside, the death-smelling air and orange glow
Sucked under the door and into our marrow,
Us remembering the terrors.
But here we got some small rest and comfort.
And the smell fades as the gals hang their arms around us
And pressed their breasts against us,
And our thoughts is of now, only now.
Nightfall, we sling our gear and head out again;
Into the death, destruction and waste
As the Green Parrot Inn behind us fades into the void.

Suddenly pulsing notes reach into my marrow, creating


visions of rushing through dust, rubble, demolished cities,
somehow leaping into the air to fly like a bird into the sky, to
become one with the air, to be like the stars, the countless
stars, to be free and safe from the explosions far
below...Explosions rumble above, and the meters dance very
dimly as I listen to other worlds, thinking of you. I take off
the headphones, place them down on the table, and with the
meters registering the voice of another world, I lay down to
sleep. The world rumbles above, feigned apocalypse, the
lights continue to fade and return, and fade again.

A small bit of sky


A small bit of sky
Hidden by clouds
Here are the forbidden fruits
Cast off!
Cast off!
And as we seek
The wind and the city
The small choices
The strange cargo
We smile at the humor of the lives we lead
I have left these choices
Scattered to the desert winds
As atomic dust discords the world
I give you these words
My gift
To their scattered bodies go

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Lieder - 220042
Disc 1: Suburbia and Osiris
I: The Winter Road
Winter Days

Circles of Space
MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY LORRAINE GRAVESON

Driving down the avenue


Past all the factories
Along the empty streets
And Im thinking of you
And the winter days
Back in the city
Where we once lived
And Im thinking of you
(Instrumental)
Driving down the avenue
Past all the factories
Along the empty streets
And Im thinking of you
And the winter days
Back in the city
Where we once lived
And Im thinking of you

You really don't care


Tripping on your despair,
So your suicide ride
Never had any brakes.
You scream into the sun
Cause you can't even face
Who you really are
In that trembling place.
Sink into sorrowful
Circles of space
And distant your link
With the whole human race.
Dissolve in a whirl
Of your many mistakes,
Where phantoms of fear
Are all that you'll chase.
You can wander forever
But you'll never erase
The monsters that follow you
Through circles of space.
You thought you looked cool
Behind your desk,
But you couldn't pass
The acid test.
When you opened a book
You died long ago
Cause you gave up on you
Now there's nowhere to go.
(Repeat chorus)
You never asked how.
You never asked why.
You never opened your eyes,
Or even looked at the sky.
You just sat with a sulk,
Looking ready to bust.
It's too late to turn back
Cause you're turning to dust.
(Repeat chorus)

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The Road to Entropy


(Snap!)
I am the man who is no longer the man he was.
I have another identity, and no identity at all. I am that person
and myself.
I am no one.
I am the person you once loved;
I still am that man.
But I am not where I was,
and I will never be where I once was.
What I have done before cannot be repeated over and over a
lifetime.
What I am is change and I change with the tide, with the new
wind that blows, with every new place I see.
I weave the wind, and the wind weaves me.
I am the man who is no longer the man he was.
I turn around and look back,
and there are the places I have been:
there is that long corridor of where I was a minute ago, two
minutes ago.
I have seen the man who is no longer the man he was, and I
have returned to find emptiness.
Yes!
Emptiness!
I have gone to see the man who is no longer the man he was.
Is it possible that I am that same man--the man he is not? Or
am I simply a shell now--a husk blown by the wind?
I write these words, and they flow and flow,
and that is something I cannot escape.
I create out of the real world
an unreal life made up of echoing rooms, words, long
silences.
I saw the man who is no longer the man he was;
I am that same man, the man he is.
Identities mean nothing,
no more than looking down different tree lined streets and
imagining the end of the street and where the street leads to
ahead.
I am the man who is no longer the man he was
I am the man who is no longer the man he was
I am the man who is no longer the man he was
I have returned to find emptiness.
I am not that man, nor the man he was.
I have no ghosts.
Alluvial night.
Arbors.
Light fron the window.

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II: Thought is a Labyrinth


Song of the Western Crusade

Mozart

O western wind
Where will thou blow?
All the way from west to east?

Mozart Linnaeus Sulmona


Thought is a labyrinth
I seem to forget these things.
Words from the past
Words from a collective past
Floating on the effervescence of the now.
These words are the collective identity
These words are like the stars in the firmament
Above a clear desert sky.

And of those who dream of snow


And all those who dream of peace
I wonder how they all will go
Unto the hills or to the sea
And if I should dream of you
So far away as painted hillss
I wonder how youll think of me
As one with the hills or with the sea
As with those who never dream
I think of you as fallen snow
I think of you as summer wind
I think of you as greenest leaves
O western wind
Where will thou blow?
All the way unto the east?

He walks about the house


Shoving off corners
Bumping against walls as he walks.
Years go by.
He reads mystical books
Lives in the late night.
Life is alien,
Tender moments that occur as movies,
Not real life.
I am the ghost that expresses
The essence of fiction,
Of movie soundtracks resonating with dark nights
And piano solos
I am a musician who sings for others
But not with others.
I dream of the stars
Live within the fictions of summer days.
Where is the lost lustre?
Where is the moonlight?
Hold my hand and you will know
The loneliness I know.
Mozart Linnaeus Sulmona
Thought is a labyrinth
I seem to forget these things.
Words from the past
Words from a collective past
Floating on the effervescence of the now.
These words are the collective identity
These words are like the stars in the firmament
Above a clear desert sky.

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Eyeless

Foreign Landscape

but certainly
our heroes
who live,
(our heroes
never die)
love (but
love danger)

I look westward, and my hand


Is on the gate. I look to the east,
And my hand reaches for your door.
I am far away, I am far away.

outside insight
the hero dead
(who lives on
in memoriam)
is a
sorry sight,
outside insight
endless blindness
from eyesight,
yet endless eyesight
so to some insight,
to others simply
oversight.

Naming of Names
Time and time again
Prophets claim salvation,
Prophesy total destruction
And damn disbelievers.
Time and time again
The old gods are caught up
In the high tide, and
The new gods, the
Youthful gods, the newest
Saviors catch the rhythm.
Jungle drums, computerclicks:
The tendrils of man lie in the interim
Between cannibals and computers.
Time and time again
There is a naming of names
And a condemnation of others.

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A love song by any other name,


Desire for the unattainable, and more,
My hand is at your gate; your hand,
Within my reach. Am I far away?
I do not sing false notes; the notes
Are not untrue. But to whom do I
Sing? Capricious prelude, the synthetic
Monotone is its own master.
Westward, beyond golden seas, this song
Is transformed, metamorphosed from one
Untruth to another. Accompanied by bells,
Starkly, dearthfully, Ising.

Air Raid
An antique afternoon
Sunlight through crystal prisms.
Dull white, soft white:
Old grey draperies.
An old book,
A cup of tea,
Warm tea:
Tea sitting by the sofa.
(the phonograph
and the clock;
five men in derbies:
an ancient holograph.)
All is said and done,
The creeping done
And the weeping past:
The beasts recede into the underbrush.
The tea is old,
The book is cold;
The light no longer shines
Through the windows.

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Snows of Yesteryear
If I sing, in the winter lands, of those
Fairer friends whom I no longer see, but
Appreciate still, will you, to whose ears
This song is pointed, hear my song,
Out of the winter lands?
If I sing, as a bird sings in autumn,
Of happiness and melancholy, of burnt orange
And sienna leaves; if I sing a song
Such as this, will you watch the
Spirit rise to the stars?
If I tell, in this tale, of the magic
Of past times, will you, who are not
Forgotten but appreciated as the present,
Know the truth of these words,
Tossed on a shaft of air?
If I sing, in the winter lands, of those
I love, will they, to whom the song is sung,
Hear the voice of the wasteland, and feel,
How by their help, these winter lands
Become a more temperate landscape?

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III: Lost in the Endless City


Citizen of the Endless City
Shades are drawn closing out the winter solstice.
The neon signs outside flash coldly and indifferently
And leave the indoor world unchanged.
This room much like a bathysphere,
Submerged into the mires and depths
Of unknown darkness.
To discover the unknown, and yet,
To be protected from the unknown,
Aggressive pressures.
Much like a silent traveler in a changing world,
And yet his environment remains unchanged.
And yet his unchanged environment
Alters perceptibly with the Iight,
God-given light.
Life altered, in the manner
Through which your perception changes,
Corner after corner
In an unending maze.

Metaphors for Jasbo


A cold rainy night,
A sea of walls, rain
Beating hard against the
Windows. Riding like a
Madman down Pacific
Coast Highway; riding like
A thief past the luminescent
Waves of Malibu. Mirrors and
Curtains, shades drawn close:
And the cold rain pouring
Against the walls, against
The tears, against the
Cliffs of the Pacific coast.
Tickertape and bundles of
Cash, an inundation of
Numbers. Waking like a
Madman amidst profits and
Losses, lives lived twice,
A lamp lit in another
Room. What painting
Is this? Whose tears
Are hidden in this cubist
Masquerade? I felt
Unable to move, held
Down by gravity, unceasing
Numbers, and levity.

Sea crash against sand,


Wall crash against wall.
Who holds a flower between
Their teeth? Memories
Clash with photographs;
The wind chimes madly
Flay the night air with
Frantic measures. And
Cries of sympathy, tears of
Helplessness, flowers of
Redemption for the mist of
Misbegotten raindrops,
Fog of old age.
Heading toward the border,
Highway 101 an asphalt
River under the screaming
Tires. The past nearly
Submerged, the tears dried up
And the parking meter
Expired. Lamplight, visions
And nightmares creeping
Past the palm trees. Bound
For the land of forgotten
Tangos, (yet waves at
Malibu unceasing roll, changing
And unchanged,) a secular poetic.
Warm stones of Mexico,
Dust garbed in papier
Mache and terra cotta.
The madman drinks
Tequila (he, the solitary
Vigilante of souls.)
With dust in his
Boots, the doom of
Very far away barely
Touches the Vigilante,
Basking in the cool
Liquor of late afternoon
In Ensenada.

A small bit of sky


A small bit of sky
Hidden by clouds
Here are the forbidden fruits
Cast off!
Cast off!
And as we seek
The wind and the city
The small choices
The strange cargo
We smile at the humor of the lives we lead
I have left these choices
Scattered to the desert winds
As atomic dust discords the world
I give you these words
My gift
To their scattered bodies go

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Words

Portrait for Jazz Ensemble

Words, unnumbered words


And sirens
Speed through my mind
There is an everlasting glow
Along with the dark rumbles
Deep in the earth.
Outside sounds of world preparing for the end:
Cars pass by
Dogs bark
Pedestrians quietly laugh as they cross the street.

So here you are,


In the middle way,
Past miles of nameless houses,
Rows of simple harmonies.
Swing low, sweet chariot.
Husband and wife,
Holy wedlock,
White picket fence.
Sing that song sweet and cool,
Simple,
Straightforward.

No more photographs
No more wind in decanters
African drums sound far off
Jungle noises filter past the cars, the laughing pedestrians.
Final chords are struck
There is nothing left but sleep
Unnumbered sleep
Words
Light
and
Endlessness.

Ave Maria,
Hawk in the wind, eagle cry;
Dry bones under a desert sky.
And who are you,
Coming down the road?
Past the rows of boneless houses.
Sing a mean tune,
No Charleston
In the inner city.
What?
Burned down to the ground?

Rosies Patrol

He la la.

Theyre walking down the street


Theyre looking in the alleys
Theyre watching
Their eyes are everywhere
Rosie
Where are you?
Where are you?

Lines from California

Rosies Patrol
Rosies Patrol
Rosies Patrol
Theyre looking for you Rosie
Theyre looking for you
Rosie
Where are you?
Where are you?
Theyre walking down the street
Theyre looking in the alleys
Theyre watching
Their eyes are everywhere
Rosie
Where are you?
Where are you?
Rosies Patrol
Rosies Patrol
Rosies Patrol
Rosie
Where are you
Were looking for you.

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Once upon a time, when no one believed in things, there was


a mystical city, invested with all the wealth and wisdom of
many distant worlds. And the inhabitants of this world came
to know that their lives were lacking in some vital aspect,
despite their heightened awareness, despite their greater
sense of fashion. And these people wept in the knowledge
that all of this was true.
During the evening of a gone world, when the unimaginable
zero summer has disappeared, we step out into the darkness
and wonder about such things. And within our zones of
circumstance, in the trendiness of unknown places, we admit
a predisposition towards science fiction, health foods, walks
along beaches. As the years reel past, unnumbered like
waves against a shore, we seek to justify contexts, only the
mere shell of which we understand. On the road, between
miles traveled and miles to go, we wonder how we are to
speak truths amidst the dusty hypotheses, the lines from the
desert.
Soon, the world ceases to exist for us in lieu of the universe;
we cease to exist in lieu of nature. And life becomes a
bathysphere, submerging our lives into a sense of self-return.
And as we stand, just as a convert who throws down the
gauntlet, we seek the center of the vortex in the same way as
we seek to justify the world of contexts, the tone of
submission. And in meeting these challenges, we are
immediately older and none wiser for the knowledge. We
seek to justify in the language of contexts, many spurious
concepts and much cradled wisdom as we seek what cannot
be sought.

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Disc 2: Appollinaire and the Sea


I: I Swam Here out of Midnight
Dare to Say Yes
MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY LORRAINE GRAVESON
You can do it
You can do it.
They'll be glad to
Help you through it.
Dare to say yes
To whatever he wants.
Dare to say yes
Even if he taunts.
Show him whatever
He wants to see.
And be whatever
He wants you to be.
Then the minute he steps
Outside the door
Go on with your lesson
As you did before.
Dare to say yes
And say no more.
Good-bye and god bless
And shut the door.

Take a Chance on Me
MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY LORRAINE GRAVESON
Will you listen to my story,
A song I just can't steer,
Which only finds its pathway
Towards those with ears to hear.
I wanted to be one
With Seacliff's mighty fleet,
Yet I couldn't overcome
The doldrums of defeat.
My compass was confusion.
Nowhere could i see land.
I was dying in a drizzle
No one else could understand.
I swam here out of midnight.
I struggled with the sea,
To take a chance on you,
So take a chance on me.

But I clung to the horizon


And held on to the force.
I swam here out of midnight.
I struggled with the sea
To take a chance on you
So take a chance on me.
Mrs. Reno was the fire.
She took the light inside us
In both her hands to guide us
Ever higher,
And beyond our inner door.
She held the key
To the treasure that defied us
For so long.
She knew that we
Were captains, after all,
And set our sailboats free
To dance upon the sea.
Now the currents have stopped
Clawing at my soul.
Leaning on forgiving winds,
Riding on a brand new wave,
I'm on a roll.
I see my future now
Staring at me through the storm.
If I hurry, if I try,
I can scoop it from the sky
before it's gone
Like the whisper of a rainbow
Dissolving in the dawn.
I swam here out of midnight.
I struggled with the sea
To take a chance on you,
So take a chance on me.

I didn't need the storm


That came with such a spin
To shake me up and down,
Then fling me to the wind.
My confidence was thrashing
In a sea that rose and fell.
And my anger came out crashing.
I couldn't stem the swell.
The lighthouse wasn't flashing.
I couldn't change my course,

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Sputnik
Once I had a little star
Upon which I would wish
Then I found this little star
Was nothing more than Sputnik
I am sad
At the passing of time.
Then I had a little dog
His name was Edwin
Then I found this little dog
Was really an alien
I am sad
At the passing of time
Then I had a little girl
And her name was Caroline
Then I found this little girl
Was really no friend of mine
I am sad
At the passing of time

Runaway Train
MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY LORRAINE GRAVESON
On a runaway train
Forever we ramble.
On a runaway train
Forever theres night.
On this jarring journey
there's nothing to gamble
Down a twisted track
With no end in sight
Cause nobody bets
On a lost piece of freight
On a runaway train
That is running real late.
We're called low achievers
But they never quit trying
To make us believers
That we could be flying
Through history and reading
And science and math.
But they're not succeeding
Cause theyre on the wrong path.
And we can't wash the stain
From this label and pain
Cause we can't find the rein
To our runaway train.

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(repeat chorus)
We still wanna' hatch
Through this frozen cocoon.
We still wanna' snatch
A tiny piece of the moon.
But we can't seem to match
In the world that we dwell
and we can't seem to patch
all the cracks in our shells.
Can you keep us alive?
Can you show us there's more?
Can you show us before
We take our last dive?

From the Beginning


on a beach of unknown name,
along these sands of time
walked two peoples
forever embedding footprints in million-year rock.
they laughed at the sea,
and watched it touch their feet.
they kicked it away and laughed more.
standing, watching a bird in flight,
they pondered: he has no quarantine,
he goes where he pleases.
And so do we.
the sea filled their footprints with brine,
and they walked up the fine-sand beach, slowly,
picking up shells along the way.
the sun stood red on the watery horizon.
they walked over grassy slopes,
the wind, teasing the sea of green blades,
blowing soft wind-chime melodies,
tossed her auburn hair in the early twilight.
From the beginning.
From
The beginning.
around the knoll they walked,
and beyond and beyond, a blanket of
green and accumulating darkness.
they have lived in peace.
it has been that way since the beginning.
they are not like the people of the old ruins
far beyond.
they will not be like them.
they have been given a new chance.
they will not be like them.
they shall eat no apples.

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II: The Rose and the Heart


The Wide Sargasso Sea

Calm Before the Storm

Were fast asleep


Floating
On the wide sargasso sea

The night is warm


the breeze blows in our hair
And we embrace
In the night air

We dream together
We embrace
Were lost both
Floating free
My hand touches your cheek
Your hand strokes my arm
Your eyes sparkle like the stars
Your lips touch mine
Were fast asleep
Dreaming
On the wide sargasso sea
The days and nights are passing
And we relish the passing of time
Were not lost as we thought
We dream together
We lay together
Floating
On the wide sargasso sea
We bask in the warmth of our touches
Our lips tell many stories
Our eyes speak of the stars

Ooh, its the calm before the storm


Its the season for lovers
The days roll past
The sun watches over us
And we kiss as we
Lay in the sand
Ooh, its the calm before the storm
Its the season for lovers
Vacation lovers
Were here, just for fun
We just accept the love
And the sunshine
Ooh, its the calm before the storm
Its the season for lovers
Its time to go
Well return home, each alone
We kiss goodbye
At the airport
Ooh, its the calm before the storm
Its the season for lovers

We need nothing else


We are complete
Were fast asleep
Floating
Floating
We dream as one
We are not lost
The light is on the edge of the world
The sky is full of stars
We lay together
Floating
On the wide sargasso sea

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Pli Selon Pli

It Didnt Come Easy

Starlight shines down


On the snow and the ground:
Pli selon pli of
The rose and the heart.

MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY V ALERIE ISING

Manuscripts sifted, shuffling words


Round like wind shifting snow.
Rhyme and resonance glistening
Here and there like starlight.
Starlight shines down
On the snow and the ground:
Pli selon pli of
The rose and the heart.
These are the gifts of Art,
Reaching ears, accustomed or not to
Hear the sounds of invention,
And witness loves imagining.
Starlight shines down
On the snow and the ground:
Pli selon pli of
The rose and the heart.

Yolanda
I have watched the sunsets through my ring;
My eyes cast upward to worship the moon.
I do not sing as I watch the moon.
I have watched this city through my ring;
It sparkles through this amber jewel.
I have seen the dolphin on the wave;
I saw the ships down by the sea, one day.
The air was cold; the gulls were screaming.
The ships were from the east with spices;
They flittered golden through the jewel.
I have watched the sunsets through my ring;
I am silent now as I watch the moon.

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It didnt come easy


And I worked very hard
But I had to keep on going
If I was gonna get far
I would never be content
To settle for any less
But the struggles are many
To find true happiness.
Lifes gonna hand you
Some tough choices to make
And just when you think
You had all you could take
You have to get up and
Try again.
No its not always easy
And its gonna take some time
But whats the point of living
If your hearts not worth a dime
Never sell your dreams
For a painless life of ease
Cause when alls been done and said
Its only you wholl have to face
The life youve led.
Stand up for what you believe in
Face the truth
Though its hard to take
Keep pushing through the darkness
Its your heart you must not forsake.

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In One Breath
encroach on those times
painfully
enliven the present
sombrely
endow this time
one time
for all time
in one breath
all those times
in all those times
only present
in present only one time
and one time is
only one breath
and in one breath is life
but this time
different
no that time
different
no all those times
different
but all those times
is this time is
one time is
one breath is
no time to speak of
this time
that time
no it is no time at all
in one breath
all those times
in all those times
only present
in present only one time
and one time is
only one breath
and in one breath is life
all right
this time
the same time is no
time at all
and then again
this time
that time
and
no other time yet
time is
time was
well time
time
no time?
in one breath
all those times
in all those times
only present
in present only one time
and one time is
only one breath
and in one breath is life
and in one breath is life

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III: Lost in the Undertow


Apogee Lapercu

Our Dreams Always Collide

Standing on a corner, a cool wind penetrating by osmosis the


wool of her sweater, her hair billowing out in the autumn
evening, she looks down the street noticing more the lines
converging than the cars passing. Leaves have fallen, and
make crusty sounds as they blow in the street. Early stars
sparkle in the fading twilight, and she stands there, arms
crossed, waiting. She looks the other direction, now watching
headlamps of a car turning onto another street. She thrusts
her hands into her pockets, takes a deep breath of cool
evening air. She remembers a passage of Under Milkwood,
tries to calm her racing mind with the subtle, rolling rhythm
of the opening. She stands there, taut as a wire, her muscles
and nerves bracing at every noise, every passing car.

MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY LORRAINE GRAVESON

On another corner, as the buildings sparkle with star-like


windows, as the sky blinks a thousand eyes, leaves rattle
around the trousers of a man, leaning up against a No Parking
sign, a cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. His
hands rest in overcoat pockets, as his hair blows rakishly in
the wind. He thinks of a work by Hans Werner Henze, of a
listless spy, of the musical notes haunting, full of a kind of
emptiness, the emptiness you would find were you to follow
the line of cigarette from its glowing ember to the emptiness
of his eyes. The sound of a jet rises out of the silence, but the
man makes no effort to search the sky for the blinking signals
of the jetliner. He seeks no escape, resists nothing, accepts
only.

Like a cake in the oven


I'm all ready to rise.
I'll be so enticing
All covered with icing
That all of my plans
I'll have to revise.
I'm not sure where Im going
But I wish you'd say
You'll ride with me
On my magic beam
And through one pair of eyes
We'd realize our dream.
His (her) heart so out of reach
Is on the moon's dark side.
That space Ive tried to breach,
Yet our dreams always collide.
Why can't he (she) understand?
the soul of me adrift at sea
Is nothing that Ive planned?
Why must our dreams collide?
Why is love never fair?
I wish I could decide
I wish I didn't care
That our dreams always collide.
What do I really want?
Someone girls admire.
Who's mostly right and always strong.
Thats what I aspire.
But shadows overtake me
and suffocate my dreams.
I can't pursue that golden view
I'm lost somewhere between
Reality and destiny
And being seventeen.
(Repeat chorus)
We must be free to dream
And see where our dreams take us.
You'd know youre king
I'd know Im queen.
Then nothing else could shake us.
Be free to chase a fantasy
And hope it would come true.
Wed have no walls between us
To make it all taboo.
Somewhere deep down inside us
Cries freedoms lonely trill.
If only it could guide us
To reach beyond the hill.
(Repeat chorus)

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Decline and Fall

The Last Words II

With the fury gone of ages past


And tenets strong and undiluted
I cast at life a lean glance
Of satisfaction, through the window.

Cogs of the universe, an evening sky


Sparkled with stars and song.
The breeze blows your hair,
Carrying strange cargo home.

I have no regrets, I call you


Now by no sad names.
I loved you in your gentleness,
Your simple style, your lack of games.
I hated, though, your deep regrets
Which I was asked to take as mine.
Though my regret was only ignorance,
A guilt from which I cannot decline.
It's over now, long over, but I wish,
Just the same, the best for you.
These words, for once, are true, not tall,
On this anniversary of our decline and fall.

These are the last words,


Last words of an empty universe.
Provencal and the penultimate,
Kipling and Miklos Rozsa:
Swelling music fills the air
As hands cup the world anew.
These are the last words,
Last words of an empty room.
I can't say what will happen,
But, do you remember Paris?
Or the stone ballast of Chartres
Among the fields of ruin?
These are the last words,
Last words of an empty voice.
You and I are cogs of the universe,
Your world no different from mine.
But in my mind is Rozsa, your mind Gaugin.
Who is to choose the better?
These are the last words of an empty universe,
These are the snows of yesteryear.

Sad Memories
the slow tide brings the ship
sounding its horn in
search of me
bringing with it
sad memories
that hung in my mind
that drift into the wharf
and then out again
with the tide
yet I do not let
the sad memories
get dashed
upon the rocks of my heart
for I ring the bell and
flash my light
to send the ill-burdened
ship away
from my
light
house
sanctuary

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Suites 220052
Apogee Lapercu
Standing on a corner, a cool wind penetrating by osmosis the wool of her sweater, her hair billowing out in the autumn evening, she
looks down the street noticing more the lines converging than the cars passing. Leaves have fallen, and make crusty sounds as they
blow in the street. Early stars sparkle in the fading twilight, and she stands there, arms crossed, waiting. She looks the other direction,
now watching headlamps of a car turning onto another street. She thrusts her hands into her pockets, takes a deep breath of cool
evening air. She remembers a passage of Under Milkwood, tries to calm her racing mind with the subtle, rolling rhythm of the
opening. She stands there, taut as a wire, her muscles and nerves bracing at every noise, every passing car.
On another corner, as the buildings sparkle with star-like windows, as the sky blinks a thousand eyes, leaves rattle around the trousers
of a man, leaning up against a No Parking sign, a cigarette hanging from the side of his mouth. His hands rest in overcoat pockets, as
his hair blows rakishly in the wind. He thinks of a work by Hans Werner Henze, of a listless spy, of the musical notes haunting, full of
a kind of emptiness, the emptiness you would find were you to follow the line of cigarette from its glowing ember to the emptiness of
his eyes. The sound of a jet rises out of the silence, but the man makes no effort to search the sky for the blinking signals of the
jetliner. He seeks no escape, resists nothing, accepts only.

Stars Over Babylon


Five Panels
For Arlene and David

One: The Mythical Wineskin

Two: Roulade

Out over an empty city, a city stark and unlit in the early
morning, singular stars glisten in the slowly fading darkness.
Shadows of buildings become more distinct, as the sky turns
to a frosty grey. Smoke rises from chimneys as reminder of
past lives, of evenings beyond reach.

I:

A bird leaps into the air, crossing the infinite lines of


perspective now appearing amidst the dust gray buildings,
and beyond the street lines, off in the distance is the glitter of
sunrise.
And last in this prologue, is the sound of a gentle madman,
shuffling along the empty street of this nether world,
skimming a song along the rooftops as a counterpoint to the
coming morning. And tipping the mythical wineskin to his
lips, tasting the ambrosia with cool regard, he fades into
mysterious oblivion as daylight envelopes the city.

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Standing on a promontory overlooking the steel and cement


of the city, we understand that we have been lost in the
subtleties of their complaints, too long having tended to their
personal dissents. The sun is beating down hard, the steel
reflecting the sizzling heat into our eyes. And as we stand on
this promontory, overlooking the graceless structures, we
know that we have justification to be cynical, justification to
beat our breast, to condemn man and maker, to watch the
wasted city sprawled silent on the plain before us.
II:
Lost in the littered barrio, we wander among empty streets,
empty houses, window shades blowing in the breeze. There is
the litter of paper and dust that entails the rubble of lost
civilization. The excesses of the aria wafting in the stale wind
speak at least one comforting cadence: that we have survived.
Lost in the starless atmosphere, we cast away forbidden fruits
with abandon, dancing in the street.

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Three: Jasbo
The air is thick with smoke and the stench of liquor. It's dark,
with spotlights on a gritty stage on one side of the room.
Faces fill the room, resonating with vibraphone, bass, drums,
flute, sax, guitar. Fires and embers flick and tumble from
mouth to ashtray as the lights reflect dimly off the burnished
sax, twinkling off the shaft of flute.
Off in a corner, a beard, dark glasses and suit, Jasbo smokes a
cigar, watching the scene through a screen of smoke and
ashes, flickering candles, bodies. Jazz players sell everything:
their hat for a ride Uptown, their car for the rent, themselves
for a recording contract, and their souls to whomever will
take it. The meshing notes, the raging runs, the moaning bass
speak the language of money. And Jasbo, mediator, jaded
officiant, a kind of netherworld banker, watches, smokes.
The sax zooms through The Night Has a Thousand Eyes,
feeling the presence of the thousand contracts, the thousand
nights, and the eyes of Jasbo, who no longer sits; in the dim
corner opposite.

Four: Mano a Mano


The steady beat surges on,1 the prehensile foot, internal
mechanics consisting of cocktail glasses, party favors,
maraschino cherries and bitters.2 Outside the thump of thick
paw; inside the crackling laughter mixing with low cut
dresses, strings of beads, gold teeth.3 A hairy paw shatters
the window, spattering the cold winter evening against a wall
covered with Degas and Bonnards.4 Grunts and drunken
laughter mix like the perfect martini, segue to awkward
pawprints left on a snowbound sidewalk.5 Oh you who kook
to the windward--where were you when we needed you?6

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Five: A Mummers Morph, or


Pickled Prothalamium
I've tried to think of how to start,
Start with night? 'Armies clash by'
No, that's been said. Let's drink,
Instead, and dance a little, though
Iam clumsy with feet as I am with
Rhyme. You said you were getting
Married? You see--what did I tell
You? No time to rhyme or spoon
The summer moon, and oh, besides, that's
Old hat. I said, that's my old
Hat you're sitting on. No, it's fine.
But I digress--in a world of
stark images, there remains a curious
custom to which this poem seeks its
stimulus. There is the sense of
permanence, structure and syntax
crossing boundaries between spirit and
spirits, real and imaginary, imagined
and reflected. And spooning this
concoction into our glass, we recreate
those summer stars inside us, the
serenity of the moon mirrored in the
pools of our eyes.
I think I've had one too many
from that mythical wineskin, so I'll
wish you my best, and before I
trip on my tongue, I '11 doff my
crumpled hat with outstretched hand,
click my heels in the air, and say,
Well, all right!

Notes:
1

c.f. Shampoo
c.f. The Party, Donald Barthelme; also Indian Uprising
c.f. Ibid; also Your Gold Teeth, Walter Becker, Donald
Fagin
4
Shoedsack and Cooper; King Kong; also Barthelme, The
Party
5
Could be a dramatic tracking shot, c.f. Citizen Kane
6
Eliot, Waste Land
2
3

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The Magic Garden - 220062


Magic Garden

The Journey

Once upon a time, there was a land far from our world called
the Magic Garden. This garden was green and vibrant, and
all the people and animals lived there in peace and harmony
since time began. This is the story of the troubles that befell
these people of the Magic Garden during their darkest hours.

Quickly, they gather what things they need. These good


people are not warriors, and they do not have weapons, but
they are resourceful, and they are brave.

As we open this story, we see life in the Magic Garden as it


has been: the people are hard at work growing many good
things, the children are playing in the yards, and the days are
all like summer.
Join us as we take a stroll through the beautiful landscape and
see the Magic Garden in all its peace and harmony.

Games
Next, we see the children playing their games. Theyre
playing hide and seek, theyre skipping stones across a quiet
lake, theyre running across the greenest hills.

As they journey to this dark tower, they travel for many days
and nights, and pass many wondrous things on the way. Here
we see them as they travelbut this is another story in itself.

The Dark Tower


Now they approach the dark tower where Olmo lives, and the
land surrounding the tower has been blackened and burnt by
the dragons breath. There are stones and boulders all about,
and the land is barren of life. There are clouds above, and
steam rises from cracks in the earth.

Battle for the Garden

Nightfall

Olmo sees the people approach, and laughs at them. These


are simple folkno match for my beasts and soldiers! he
cries. And then he gathers his denizens and soon, they
emerge from the gate and the battle begins.

As nightfall arrives, the Magic Garden becomes peaceful and


quiet and the rest is deep and profound. After evening meals,
the garden settles down to sleep and dream.

Victorious!

The Storm Gathering


But now, a storm approaches our peaceful land from another
land, far off. Far away from the Magic Garden lives an evil
sorcerer named Olmo, and he lives in a dark tower
surrounded by a desolate land. Even this far away, he has
heard the tales of the Magic Garden and wishes to have the
garden for his own. He sends stormclouds and flying beasts
as the vanguard of his evil forces. As these stormclouds
approach, the people of the Magic Garden become worried
and concerned.

The Quest
A meeting of all the people is called, and the good people of
the magicgarden, not used to bad things befalling them,
decide that they should send their bravest among them to the
land of Olmo, seek out the dark tower and the sorcerer before
their Magic Garden is torn apart. This is their quest.

The battle lasted for many hours, as more of Olmos soldiers


pour out. But the people of the Magic Garden fought bravely
and valiantly, and soon, Olmos soldiers are defeated. Then,
the people of the Magic Garden build a great catapult, and
throw stones upon the dark tower, until it collapses and
leaves Olmo buried under the weight of his own evil. The
people of the Magic Garden are triumphant!

Return to the Garden


As they return home to their peaceful land, they sing praise to
their brave and valiant, and though many return triumphant,
there were many, too, lost in the fight.
But it was their faith and strength that bore them to victory,
and it was this lesson that they returned to the garden with.
While they continued their life as before, they now believed
even stronger in peace, and friendship And the Magic
Garden and its people, continued to flourish.
And so our story ends.

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Soundtracks 220082
Calm Before the Storm

Living in the Light

The night is warm


the breeze blows in our hair
And we embrace
In the night air

Hey there
Cant you feel the beat
Dont you wanna dance now

Ooh, its the calm before the storm


Its the season for lovers
The days roll past
The sun watches over us
And we kiss as we
Lay in the sand
Ooh, its the calm before the storm
Its the season for lovers
Vacation lovers
Were here, just for fun
We just accept the love
And the sunshine
Ooh, its the calm before the storm
Its the season for lovers
Its time to go
Well return home, each alone
We kiss goodbye
At the airport
Ooh, its the calm before the storm
Its the season for lovers

Hey there
Cant you see
Youre living in the light now
Hey now
Youre alive
And your eyes are open wide
Hey Babe
Theres a music
Its calling out for us now
Oh, Im in love with you
Oh, I wanna dance with you
Oh, I wanna be with you
Oh, Im in the light with you
Im in the light with you
Hey there
The worlds alive
The musics all around you
Hey babe
I feel the heat
I wanna turn it up now
Hey there
Sing to me
Tell me that you love me
Hey babe
You can feel the beat
I know you wanna dance now
Oh, Im in love with you
Oh, I wanna dance with you
Oh, I wanna be with you
Oh, Im in the light with you
Im in the light with you
(Repeat first verse and fade)

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Prostars Theme Song


Prostars!
Prostars!
Flying high in Prostar One
Michael Wayne and Bo
The heroes of the day
Theyre always on the go
When kids discover trouble
No matter where or when
The Prostars go where needed
Right to the villains den
Its all about helping kids
Doing good and righting wrong
Whenever theres a problem
The Prostars will soon be along
Prostars!
Prostars!

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Take a Chance on Me - 220092


MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY LORRAINE GRAVESON

Act One
Under the Stallion Spell
Company
Under the stallion spell
Theres no time for a trot
Under the stallion spell
We give it all we've got cause racing's our byline
And winning's our why line
Till we reach the top,
Till we drop, drop, drop.
Under the stallion spell
Theres no time for a trot
Under the stallion spell
We give it all we've got cause racing's our byline
And winning's our why line
Till we reach the top,
Till we drop, drop, drop.
From our hoofs to our manes
Were ambition untame.
A battalion of hide,
Spitfire and pride.
In a cloud, in a roar
With the gem of success
Held tight in our jaw.
We're the seacliff stallions.
We're esprit de corps.
(Repeat chorus)
Like thunder and lightning
We streak through the gate,
And never look up
Till we've reached the home straight.
For no one can beat us,
Straight arrows in flight.
With a bull's eye to greet us,
Our futures look bright.
(Repeat chorus)

While the spirit's pressin'


Our feet will move so quick
They will launch each lesson
with aerobic kicks.
Then gallop through our classes
To relieve stress.
We're the breed that you need.
One fit fortress.
With the Seacliff spirit
We've really been bit.
With the Seacliff spirit
We're gonna' show true grit.
Cause our vessels are brimming
Over with verve
With the Seacliff spirit
We're ready to serve.
And remember we're all
In the public eye
Which we dare not appall
So we must comply.
Just forget intuition.
All that hocus-pocus.
Your one ambition
Is to stay in focus.
Our collective wills
Are at your command
Because, Mr. Mallard,
We understand
Our vital roles
In this grim affair,
And the classes, and the masses,
And the public glare.
Fear not, Mr. Mallard,
Cause we're on your bus.
If it goes in reverse
You can ride with us.
(Repeat chorus)

The Seacliff Spirit


Faculty
There's no escape
I want a faculty fit
Who can dance to the beat
Of my invisible whip.
Cause too flabby a bod
Shows too flabby a mind
At odds with the gods
And with my designs.
We'll heed your creed.
It's the missing link.
For to stay in the lead
We've gotta' stay in the ring.

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Were all Ready for em


June and Lenore
We're staying ahead
In Special Ed.
We might take a step sideways.
Even take a step back.
Yet we've got the rhythm.
And we've got the rhyme.
Why not give it a shuffle.
Why not give it some shine.
Cause we're forging ahead
And we'll gingerly tread
Over any defeat.
Let our banner unwind.
We're all ready for 'em
With our sweats and Reeboks
And a new decorum.
Two athletic peacocks.
Yes, we're all ready for 'em
We know just what we're doin'
On our very first,
On our very first,
On our very first day.
Though we totally lack
Any background with teens,
We'll develop the knack,
And we'll find the means.
Since we've found our true niche
Right here in this ditch,
We're gonna restitch our act as a team.
As together we pitch
The impossible dream
Staying one step ahead,
So turn on the steam.
(Repeat chorus)

Student Entrances
Roy
Hello, my name is Roy
As a bloomer I was late,
Yet there's no doubt
That I must have
A very special fate.
June and Lenore
You have, and we'll go easy.
Cool down and don't despair.
In RSP we have a breezy,
Bouncy bill of fair.
Rose
My name is rose.
My worry comes and goes.
I'm in a knot. I lost the plot.
I know it really shows.
June and Lenore
What you wear is just a label,
An image you must shed.
We'll show you that you're able,
So enough's been done and said.

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To you my name is Sergio


And for learning Ive no lust.
In other words my motto
Isn't graduate or bust
I don't need to search for trouble.
At me trouble always smirks.
I don't need to look for action
Cause I got so many quirks.
June and Lenore
We won't challenge you to action,
But we think it's only fair
for our mental satisfaction
if you'd kindly take a chair.
Gloria
Hello, teacher, Glorias my name
Im back in here another year.
To me it's all the same.
I yearn for some excitement.
Something I can feel,
I no longer can conceal.
June and Lenore
But this year will be different.
We promise to come through.
We made a vow, and holy cow,
we'll start each day brand new.
Polly
Are you really Mrs. Reno,
The one providence has sent?
Well, I think it's very neato
That Ill be your aspirant.
By the way, my name is Polly,
Do you know what we've been missing?
A teacher who is jolly,
And a teacher who will listen.
A teacher who will pick us up
If and when we fall.
Thanks to you I am inspired
With the knowledge you'll install.
June and Lenore
We can see you're really wired
with an academic call.
Mao
Hi, they all call me Mao.
I tried to make the bell.
My grades have all been sinking
To the bottom of the well.
They'll kick me off the football team
If I fail again in class.
Then what will my team do
Without my forward pass?
June and Lenore
We don't know
But just don't be
Too forward in this class.

Sergio

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Were Not Ready for em

Our Dreams Always Collide

June and Lenore


We're not ready for 'em.
Maybe we should start running.
It's not that we don't adore 'em
But we don't want to floor 'em
With our new decorum
On our very first,
On our very first,
On our very first day.

Sergio and Gloria


Like a cake in the oven
I'm all ready to rise.
I'll be so enticing
All covered with icing
That all of my plans
I'll have to revise.
I'm not sure where Im going
But I wish you'd say
You'll ride with me
On my magic beam
And through one pair of eyes
We'd realize our dream.

On a Runaway Train
Students
On a runaway train
Forever we ramble.
On a runaway train
Forever theres night.
On this jarring journey
there's nothing to gamble
Down a twisted track
With no end in sight
Cause nobody bets
On a lost piece of freight
On a runaway train
Which is running real late.
We're called low achievers
But they never quit trying
To make us believers
That we could be flying
Through history and reading
And science and math.
But they're not succeeding
Cause they"re on the wrong path.
And we can't wash the stain
From this label and pain
Cause we can't find the rein
To our runaway train.
(repeat chorus)
We still wanna' hatch
Through this frozen cocoon.
We still wanna' snatch
A tiny piece of the moon.
But we can't seem to match
In the world that we dwell
and we can't seem to patch
all the cracks in our shells.
Can you keep us alive?
Can you show us there's more?
Can you show us before
We take our last dive?

His (her) heart so out of reach


Is on the moon's dark side.
That space Ive tried to breach,
Yet our dreams always collide.
Why can't he (she) understand?
The soul of me adrift at sea
Is nothing that Ive planned?
Why must our dreams collide?
Why is love never fair?
I wish I could decide
I wish I didn't care
that our dreams always collide.
What do I really want?
Someone girls admire.
Who's mostly right and always strong.
Thats what I aspire.
But shadows overtake me
and suffocate my dreams.
I can't pursue that golden view
I'm lost somewhere between
Reality and destiny
And being seventeen.
(Repeat chorus)
We must be free to dream
And see where our dreams take us.
You'd know youre king
I'd know Im queen.
Then nothing else could shake us.
Be free to chase a fantasy
And hope it would come true.
Wed have no walls between us
To make it all taboo.
Somewhere deep down inside us
Cries freedoms lonely trill.
If only it could guide us
To reach beyond the hill.
(Repeat chorus)

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This is your Life

Dare to Say Yes

June
This is your life
don't let it slip by
along sandbanks of doubt.
Jump in and try.
Unless you can hear
what your heart says to you
You'll never know
What you really can do.
This is your life.
Take hold of today.
Your future is never
Very far away.

Mrs. Sanchez, June, Lenore, Students


You can do it
You can do it.
They'll be glad to
Help you through it.
Dare to say yes
To whatever he wants.
Dare to say yes
Even if he taunts.
Show him whatever
He wants to see.
And be whatever
He wants you to be.
Then the minute he steps
Outside the door
Go on with your lesson
As you did before.
Dare to say yes
And say no more.
Good-bye and god bless
And shut the door.

This is your life


And you're trying your best.
But there's no guarantee
That you'll pass every test.
So you're tired and weary
And ready to quit.
So am I, but do I
Tell you that's it?
This is your life
And you've been let down
So have I, let me tell you,
But do I wear a frown?
I once knew a student
Her outlook was grim.
Her cup of complaints
Spilt out with a din.
Said she'd rather suffer
The pangs of despair
Than open a book
Said she didn't care.
Shed glare while she grumbled
At the finger of fate
A bad horoscope
A horrid blind date.
Her life an unfortunate
Circumstance,
She never looked at herself
Beyond a mere glance.
This is your life
And theres no time to pout.
So t-shirts and vending
Machines are now out.
Grow up. Get it right.
And don't compromise
Your power, your might
For self-pity and sighs.
This is your life.
Step out of your way.
Let your genie fly
And follow its ray.

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We can go Higher

On a Runaway Train

June and Students


Working together?
But we aren't the type.
It doesn't come natural
And makes us feel hype.
But if you give an inch
We might get a mile
And create a sensation
Cause we have our own style.
Then this chain of icebergs
will step into the sun
and seacliff's black sheep
will sparkle as one.

(Orig Version)

We can go higher
With our own creation.
We can go higher
Than ever before.
On this high wire
Well get stimulation
We can go higher
And really be more.
Then maybe through
Each new role that we play
We can hope to reach
Our true selves someday
We can be free.
A total escape.
Find new energy
Cause it's never too late
And we're not looking back
At our shadows in limbo,
but we're seeing ourselves
through a bright, new window.
Now we're gonna bring out
What we once used to hide
when we open the spout
To what's waiting inside.
(repeat chorus)
we're gonna rock
those ideas in your head
about this dark flock
which roams special ed.
Cause we'll give a performance
you'll never forget
and show you a side of us
you've never met.
We'll create little ripples
As together we wear
A cool reputation
Like a breath of fresh air.

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Students
On a runaway train
Forever we ramble.
On a runaway train
Forever theres night.
On a runaway train
there's nothing to gamble
On a runaway train
We gave up the fight
Cause nobody bets
On a lost piece of freight
On a runaway train
Which is running real late.
We're called low achievers
But they never quit trying
To make us believers
That we could be flying
Through history and reading
And science and math.
But they're not succeeding
Cause they"re on the wrong path.
And we can't wash the stain
From this label and pain
Cause we can't find the rein
To our runaway train.
(repeat chorus)
We're a tragic array
Of comic cliches
For we don't even think
In predictable ways.
And we can't seem to lose
Our diagonal I.Q.
Which just seems to ooze
Right out of our shoes
Cause we've been here so long
Sitting out in the cold
That we haven't a song
To help us feel whole.
(repeat chorus)
We still wanna' hatch
Through this frozen cocoon.
We still wanna' snatch
A tiny piece of the moon.
But we can't seem to match
In the world that we dwell
and we can't seem to patch
all the cracks in our shells.
Can you keep us alive?
Can you show us there's more?
Can you show us before
We take our last dive?

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Lifes Rhythms Got Me


(Deleted Song)
Roy
Id like to spell a little better.
Learn to read beyond a crawl.
And if I could compose a letter,
Then in my book Id have it all.
Ill never be a real go-getter.
I just don't hear a trumpet call.
I know Im not a hot trend setter,
But I still go out and have a ball.
Life's rhythms got me.
I'm riding on an endless wave,
And plunging into whole new places,
Inside of me, yet far away.
I find myself out leaping fences.
I brush by twilight's gentle breeze
As night sounds swirl through all my senses.
Alone, at last, where I can be.
Cause freedoms really what Im after.
Each new moment that I breathe.
Excitement, tears, and sometimes laughter.
Life's rhythms got me.
Nature grabs me with its wonder.
A crystal stream, a new snowfall.
I want to yell above the thunder.
So happy to be me.
So happy to be me.
To hangglide on a Sunday morn.
Above the haze peacefully laze
And fly with dove and unicorn
While into happiness I gaze.
(Repeat chorus)
Im not a stallion, please forgive me.
Next to yours my dreams look pale.
All I ask is that you give me
A chance to hit it on the nail.
Get rid of me? Ill never let you
Because you'd never let me fail.
You're all my friends: I won't forget you.
While hiking on lifes endless trail.
(Repeat chorus)

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Act Two
Clocks and Bells
Company
Clocks and bells
Clocks and bells
We can't take them anymore.
Schedules
have us in an uproar.
Ever since we can remember
We've been losing face
To the clocks who have have been gaining
and winning the race.
Clocks and bells
In their own special orb.
Schedules
Upset us right to the core.
You promised us a year
We would never forget,
But we had no idea
Wed go home soaking wet!
Rick
These earthquake and fire drills
Are this school's obsession.
Now we're masters of disasters
Who will never pass inspection.
Sergio
Our false alarms have lost their charm.
Now things are so intense.
Though we're running round and round,
we'd rather jump the fence.

Polly
While waiting for the "big one",
our clocks and bells get frantic
and send us helter-skelter
With their offbeat antics.
Mao
All our earthquakke maneuvers
Really stink, so we say.
They belong down in the sewers,
Beneath the light of day
Company
Clocks and bells.
We can't take them anymore.
Schedules
have us in an uproar.
Ever since we can remember
we've been losing face
To the clocks who have been gaining
and winning the race.
Clocks and bells
In their own special orb
Schedules
Upset us right to the core.
We don't know how much more
Our constitution can take.
So pull the plugs: shut 'em off.
Give us a break.

June
These frequent drills give us the chills
Till we begin to quake.
We jump upon the window sills
Were turning into flakes.
Rose
We're burned out and afraid
we've turned into frayed knots
who wish we had a hot line,
But the line would get too hot!
(repeat chorus)
Gloria
These bells are out to get us.
They have a strange connection.
We hope that you'll suspend us
for our own protection.
Roy
We're glad our clocks and bells
can move in syncopation,
But these awful earthquake drills
are shaking our foundation.

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The Family Business


Rose
In the family business
My diplomas will hang
Between the hamsters and the turtles
In my true domain.
Cause the family business
Is where my life began.
Don't you see
It was all in the family plan.
Its the only way to go.
It's the only way to shine.
I'll turn it upside down
Till I can make it mine.
The family business
Is a-calling to me.
It's a mesmerizing,
Musical menagerie.
At the family business
Tails are wagging in the air.
Just for me. I'm delighted.
Well, it must be my hair.
I'll rub noses with the rabbits
And stroke those snakes.
Cause Ive found my future
At the petting place.
I didn't always have
Such style and grace.
And I didnt always have
Such a flawless face.
My life was going nowhere
At the awkward stage.
So I went to charm school
And really turned a page.
With a little dab of makeup,
And a lot of overkill.
My lifes gonna' wake up
To a whole new thrill.
The family business
Is like a shot in the arm.
Well, its certainly better
Than working on a farm.
For the family business
I'm bursting with steam.
It's that raw energy,
If you know what I mean.
I'll reach new heights.
And Ill tip the scales.
Cause in the family business
Ive got the world by the tail.

Blind Justice
Three Statues
We are called blind justice,
Your conscience in 3-d.
All we ask is that you trust us
Cause we're honesty times three.
We try hard to deliver,
To give a real square deal
Cause we're honest from our livers
To our venerated seals.

Music & Lyrics by Rudy Ising, except as noted

Of fairness so justice
Should always be your aim.
We're truth on the march
Blazing a trail
Of justice, so justice
We hail.
Let your being soar
To the lofty light of reason
And righteousness will pour
From the gods whom you'll be pleasin'
Weigh both sides of the issue,
But be of single mind.
You'll be jamming with justice
Without ever being blind.
(Repeat chorus)

Circles of Space
Five Entities
You really don't care
Tripping on your despair,
So your suicide ride
Never had any brakes.
You scream into the sun
Cause you can't even face
Who you really are
In that trembling place.
Sink into sorrowful
Circles of space
And distant your link
With the whole human race.
Dissolve in a whirl
Of your many mistakes,
Where phantoms of fear
Are all that you'll chase.
You can wander forever
But you'll never erase
The monsters that follow you
Through circles of space.
You thought you looked cool
Behind your desk,
But you couldn't pass
The acid test.
When you opened a book
you died long ago
Cause you gave up on you
Now there's nowhere to go.
(Repeat chorus)
You never asked how.
You never asked why.
You never opened your eyes,
Or even looked at the sky.
You just sat with a sulk,
Looking ready to bust.
It's too late to turn back
Cause you're turning to dust.
(Repeat chorus)

Blind justice. Blind justice.


We're fanning the flame

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Take a Chance on Me

Get out of Bed

Sergio
Will you listen to my story,
A song I just can't steer,
Which only finds its pathway
Towards those with ears to hear.
I wanted to be one
With Seacliff's mighty fleet,
Yet I couldn't overcome
The doldrums of defeat.
My compass was confusion.
Nowhere could I see land.
I was dying in a drizzle
No one else could understand.
I swam here out of midnight.
I struggled with the sea,
To take a chance on you,
So take a chance on me.

Mao and Students


So get out of bed.
Hurry up and get well.
Snap out of your sleep.
Check out of this cell.
Get out of bed.
Don't lie in a heap.
Screw back on your head
Youre making us weep.
Maybe the principal
Will forgive you instead.
But first you just gotta
Get out of bed!

I didn't need the storm


That came with such a spin
To shake me up and down,
Then fling me to the wind.
My confidence was thrashing
In a sea that rose and fell.
And my anger came out crashing.
I couldn't stem the swell.
The lighthouse wasn't flashing.
I couldn't change my course,
But I clung to the horizon
And held on to the force.
I swam here out of midnight.
I struggled with the sea
To take a chance on you
So take a chance on me.
Mrs. Reno was the fire.
She took the light inside us
In both her hands to guide us
Ever higher,
And beyond our inner door.
She held the key
To the treasure that defied us
For so long.
She knew that we
Were captains, after all,
And set our sailboats free
To dance upon the sea.

See Mr. Mallard


Let him know you won't flip
Again just because
You had one bad trip.
Tell him you've finally
Come back from mars,
And now you've aligned
Yourself with your stars.
Beg his forgiveness,
Admit your defeat,
That you want to start over,
Then kiss both his feet.
(Repeat chorus)
You can amble or ramble.
You can skate, you can stride.
But get your carcass
By the principal's side.
You can shuffle or scuffle,
Or swagger or strut.
But get down to his office.
Get us out of this rut.
You can hobble or wobble,
Or saunter or stroll
As long as you get there
Cause we've gotta' roll.
(Repeat chorus)

Now the currents have stopped


Clawing at my soul.
Leaning on forgiving winds,
Riding on a brand new wave,
I'm on a roll.
I see my future now
Staring at me through the storm.
If I hurry, if I try,
I can scoop it from the sky
before it's gone
Like the whisper of a rainbow
Dissolving in the dawn.
I swam here out of midnight.
I struggled with the sea
To take a chance on you,
So take a chance on me.

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Night Magic
Students, June and Lenore
Abacadabra is in the air
and its sweeping down
On all of us tonight.
Abacadabra is in the air
calling magicians
From everywhere
To honor the night.
The secrets of stardust,
of moonbeams and mist
That light up the sky just
glow in our fists.
Night magic's in our midst,
Smooth and silver-plated,
Cool and carbonated,
Light and levitated.
Night magic's in our midst,
Bold and overstated,
Bright and animated,
Smartly orchestrated.
A constellation of surprises,
A big dipper of delight.
Hocus-pocus. Get in focus
With the magic of the night.
Heres a milky way of mystery,
Some swirly-pearly dew
From our galaxy of twistery
With a supernatural hue.
Here's a top hat full of thunder
From right out of the blue,
And a pocket full of wonder.
Tonight magic's passing through.
Abacadabra - say it with care
Or syncopated magic
Will scatter the air.
Say abacadabra - if you dare.

Coda: Stallion Spell/We can


go Higher
Company
Under the stallion spell
There's no time for a trot.
We can go higher
With our own creation.
Under the stallion spell
We give it all we've got.
We can go higher
Than ever before.
Cause racing's our byline
And winning's our why line.
We can go higher.
Under the stallion spell
Were gonna reach the top.
Upon this high wire
We can go higher.

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Message from the Principal


(Deleted Song)
Polly and Students
Listen everybody,
Here's what I have found
In a message from our principal.
An exclusive hand-me-down.
Theres good news and there's bad.
Which part do you want first?
The flower or the pot?
Tell me now before i burst!
We want our animated, silver-plated,
Carbonated, elevated, over-stated,
Long awaited show
With an incandescent glow,
And beyond the zodiac.
That's all we wanna' know.
So give us the facts.
He cares about his image
and he's trying to subdue
the side of him that all of us
Wish we never knew.
He wants to be accepted
And he's learning to say cheese,
But in spite of his intentions
Adolescence makes him sneeze.
He didn't say too much
But he wore a heavy frown,
And my trembling was such
That he had to sit me down.
Said in our secret session
He plays god the best he can,
But he really hates the job
When he has to take a stand.
We don't care! We want our
Animated, silver-plated,
Carbonated, elevated, over-stated,
Long awaited show
With an incandescent glow
And beyond the zodiac.
That's all we wanna' know,
So give us the facts!
I'll give it to you straight.
He says it's an ordeal.
That he's tired of debate,
And he wants to make a deal.
He says all this dissension
Makes him want to sing the blues,
And he wanted me to mention
That he hopes you'll stay enthused.
We want our animated, silver-plated,
Carbonated, elevated, over-stated,
Long-awaited show
With an incandescent glow
And beyond the zodiac.
Thank you
For giving us the facts!

We can go higher
And we can be more.

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Uncollected 220112
Nairobi

Till the End of Time

A poet must talk to himself to create.


He turns the words around and around
inside his head, savoring the taste
of their rhythm on his tongue.

Sing a song for me


Of summer wine
Kiss my lips
Ever so sweetly
My love for you
Is unending.
My love for you
Has no boundary

A poet's mind wanders in circles,


covering and recovering the territory of
words until perfect, until they
melt into each other as one.
A poet seeks solace in the silence of
words, the silence of the words
within his mind, in the expression
of these words into imaginary air.
A poet surrounds his mind with
himself, closes the door until,
created, the poem bursts into
the world laughing like a fist,

There is music deep


Within your soul
There is music in the
Touch of your lips
Sing a song
Of summer wine
Embrace me till the
End of time.

Pastures of plenty, or just


the cornucopia of a false world?
The poet rings in the new,
Harvests the syntax of goldenrod.
The poet is an empty scholar.
a knot untied, a panderer
of nomograms, a wave dissipate
The poet is the snow of yesteryear
The poet having spoken tastes the
bitterness on his tongue
the emptiness in his words,
the flatness of the grazen pastures
I am the ghost the nomenclature, the knot:
I weave the wind or so I think.
I am the reflection of recognitions,
the sound of drums in the chill air

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Follow your Dreams 220122


Worrying about you

Follow your dream

MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY V ALERIE ISING

People may try to


Stand in your way
To keep you from
Reaching your goals
But never let them take away
The passions that burn
In your soul.

You want me to please you


OK, well thats just fine
But when it comes to pleasing me
Youve never got the time
Youre locked inside a prison
A place that you call home
Hidden from the cares and frustrations
Of really loving someone
And I have spent my time
Worrying about you
Trying to figure out
If theres anything I could do
Now its time to leave our past behind
Cause I could cry from dusk to dawn
And it wouldnt change a thing.
(Repeat)

Follow your Dreams


MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY V ALERIE ISING
Dont just sit around
Counting your tears
Dwelling in your fears
Get up and show the world
Whatever youve got
Even if you think its not a lot
If it means something to you
Then its clear you must pursue
Your dreams
Follow your dreams
Follow
your dreams
Follow your dreams
Follow them every day
No matter what anyone says
Just keep on believing
Its all up to you
To make them come true
So never give up
And never give in
To anyones doubt
That you can make your dreams come true.

Follow your dreams


Follow them every day
No matter what anyone says
Just keep on believing
Its all up to you
To make them come true
So never give up
And never give in
To anyones doubt
That you can make your dreams come true.
Dont just sit around
Counting your tears
Dwelling in your fears
Get up and show the world
Whatever youve got
Even if you think its not a lot
If it means something to you
Then its clear you must pursue
Your dreams
Follow your dreams
Follow
your dreams
Follow your dreams
Follow them every day
No matter what anyone says
Just keep on believing
Its all up to you
To make them come true
So never give up
And never give in
To anyones doubt
That you can make your dreams come true.

Its always darkest


before the dawn
But things are never
Dark as they seem
Because theres a light
From deep in your soul
That shines when you

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It didnt come easy

Rhythm in your soul

MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY V ALERIE ISING

MUSIC BY RUDY ISING; LYRICS BY V ALERIE ISING

It didnt come easy


And I worked very hard
But I had to keep on going
If I was gonna get far

When Im with you, the skys the limit


I feel excitement like never before
And the darkness that once was inside me
Isnt there any more.

I would never be content


To settle for any less
But the struggles are many
To find true happiness.

Baby you bring me light


When darkness was all that I know
Baby you gave me hope
When I had no place to go
And you are the one who puts the
Rhythm in my soul

Lifes gonna hand you


Some tough choices to make
And just when you think
You had all you could take
You have to get up and
Try again.

You came along when my tide rolled in


You were my healer, you were my sun
I washed out by the waves of my desperate dreams
And you showed me life had just begun.

No its not always easy


And its gonna take some time
But whats the point of living
If your hearts not worth a dime

Through the course of time when we drifted apart


I saw my self as never before
And just as the tide rolls in and out
It brought me back to you once more.

Never sell your dreams


For a painless life of ease
Cause when alls been done and said
Its only you wholl have to face
The life youve led.
Stand up for what you believe in
Face the truth
Though its hard to take
Keep pushing through the darkness
Its your heart you must not forsake.

Baby you bring me light


When darkness was all that I know
Baby you gave me hope
When I had no place to go
And you are the one who puts the
Rhythm in my soul
It seems the changing Ive done has strengthened our bond
Its brought us close and made us strong
And now that our dreams are just beginning to live
I wanted to write you this song.
Baby you bring me light
When darkness was all that I know
Baby you gave me hope
When I had no place to go
And you are the one who puts the
Rhythm in my soul
(Repeat Chorus)

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