Othello's death scene
Music/narrative
Pleasure derives from the most ancient sound
Of emptiness on emptiness, and shiva danced
Around your head, and stars were only candles
When the flowers danced through your veins.
What tonic, what logic did you swear by?
And you were not christian. You were not hindu.
You were junkie and swollen beyond recognition,
Beyond the home that never was. All we can say,
Never amounts to what we do, where we've been,
And at death, what we are. Al Aswad*, an awful doom.
Chorus/music 3/4
Need/desire/need/desire
Need/desire/need/desire
Need/desire/need/desire
Need/desire/need/desire
You were not christian You were not hindu
You were not christian You were not hindu
You were not christian You were not hindu
You were not christian You were not hindu
A greasy lie and all is lost
A greasy lie and all is lost
A greasy lie and all is lost
A greasy lie and all is lost
Satan's whisper found its mark
Satan's whisper found its mark
Satan's whisper found its mark
Satan's whisper found your blood.
Narrative/music
And there are none to mourn you
Where death equates prosperity.
Legions of human remains,
Cities of blood, where you've tread.
*Al Aswad, means the black one
sadiq bey
Casio's confession
(4/4)
Everybody thinks that I'm the chump
They don't know whom I know
And they can't see, I've got the trump
They don't know whom I know
Everybody thinks that I've been had
They don't know whom I know
My sister's spell will drive them mad
(break/whole rest)
My beginnings vanish as Desdemona
Presses her finger to her lips. Our blood
Remains the same. A fixed time to plot the course.
A fixed place for the Trojan's miracle, the luring gift.
And finally, it is the earth that begs for blood.
I mask the sacrificial text with innocence. Our blood
Remains the same. I've earned the rites of witch's groom,
Priest of sunless nights and squirming diadem.
No greater secret has Cypress known!
The black and white of it, the crouching wisdom!
Night is day and day is night! Our fabulous enchantment!
The wounded Casio, the pilot of dreams!
It is the earth that begs for blood!
(break/whole rest)
Panic, panic, panic is what they'll feel
Despite the fantastic, this dream is real
I quiver at the thought of impending delight
Let me remind you, worship the night.
The blacker the space, the brighter the moon.
I toss the shells, I cast the runes,
We may not have the very same mother, but,
I guarantee you that I'm Desi's brother!
sadiq bey