Words and Music © 2004 Jeffrey L. Sponsler
Merchant:
On board his ship readying for take-off.
1
to err is human - escape is divine
before the blood begins to spill
their religion has taken a hit
and they’re looking for someone to kill
2
I was only doing my job
playing the angle - making a score
not the first time the ancient art
of merchantry has started a war
The Recordist comes into the freighter.
Recordist:
3
You will not be leaving
your troubles have just begun
no longer deceiving
I have come for those tapes
Merchant:
4
Don't be a hero - don’t be a fool
Etheria is not a worthy stage
You' re the Recordist - you broke the rules
don't look at me with eyes of rage
5
I possess them - the tapes are mine
and I’m headed for the black of space
if you’re wise - you'll do the same
I’d disappear soon without a trace
Recordist:
Grabs a long sword from a rack.
You will stand and fight
I’m here - for Etheria
you will do what's right
or fear will invade your mind
Merchant obtains another sword and they duel. Merchant scratches the Recordist. Recordist then stabs the Merchant
Merchant:
if you are thinking that I’ll die alone
the poisonous sword that I hold in my hand
has scratched you and later your breathing will stop
the end of the wonderful life you had planned
ah ah
The merchant ceases to be physiologically active.
Isolier:
8
here they are - the tapes
the music - the curse
how could I have been so blind
it’s cost me so much
9
now I watch them burn
the dark flames consuming
and I feel the chemistry now
it drags me away
10 - Bridge
will my ghost journey there to the canyon
cut by glaciers from stone
will it join with the wind in a chorus
or freeze like ice - all alone
11
I have felt the cold of space
emptiness there
I have walked through the river of time
I’ve seen a thousand suns
12
I can only wish my work here
has touched her
she'll reflect - and I’ll be alive
alive in her mind
alive in her mind
alive in her mind
Isolier reaches the point where entropy prevails and the Electroencephalogram is flat.
"The Burning of The Songs" © 2004 Jeffrey L. Sponsler