The musical is called In Vanessa's Room, and it follows the title character who is spending the night alone in a hospital. The other characters are all in her head, sometimes while she's dreaming and sometimes they're waking hallucinations. They include her catatonic mother, the monster in her closet, a trio of girls who act as her Greek chorus, a psychiatrist, and a faerie named Nathaniel.
Faeriesong is the last song of the musical which Nathaniel sings to Vanessa towards the end of the night when she finally manages to fall asleep completely. As the song's writer, I can promise that there IS actually a coherency underneath the absurd lyrics; I figure faeries would take too much delight in playing with the sounds of the language to notice that they're not really making sense.
Cruel Tragedy is a spoken piece by Vanessa when she wakes up the next morning. It's one of my favorite things I've ever written.
Faeriesong
There's a car in the bar with a fender in the tire
And the render is a liar as they pry her free
And they leer when they hear there's a siren in remission
While the iron clad ignition clutches half her key.
It's some high finances when you gamble with your chances
And your missed romances leads to rambling glances
And your ambled askances make you shamble in the stances
And the dance is disarray.
And the render is a liar as they pry her free
And they leer when they hear there's a siren in remission
While the iron clad ignition clutches half her key.
It's some high finances when you gamble with your chances
And your missed romances leads to rambling glances
And your ambled askances make you shamble in the stances
And the dance is disarray.
It'll be okay.
That's the words they say.
And if the voices in my head have spread their dead cliché
And if the voices in my head have spread their dead cliché
In a silent plea
Who would set us free?
There's an empty space for our saving grace
Can the trace embrace a place for me?
If you don't want to merely bask
Then there's no reason not to ask.
Some are against you. Go and task
Who would set us free?
There's an empty space for our saving grace
Can the trace embrace a place for me?
If you don't want to merely bask
Then there's no reason not to ask.
Some are against you. Go and task
It anyway.
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
There's a girl who's a pearl being scouted on the beaches
And she's out of any reaches in her skin tight teal.
See her rant when they chant, though her slant is meant to cater
But I can't really hate her 'cause her ........ are real.
There's no resurrection to assure protection
Of the soul's infection of a poor rejection.
Insecure dissection of demur complexion
Makes reflection MIA.
(Piaget...ha ha)
It'll be okay.
Sipping Cabernet.
You know the goddess wears the bodice of her protégé.
Never place your bet
On a fool's regret.
We share a prayer to fair despair
That's barely happened yet.
I'd rather cherish my defeat.
It keeps my savage incomplete.
We'll find somewhere for us to meet
Along the way.
It'll be okay.
And as we wander
Through this vacuum we call love
We feel the tears, the fears, the sears the heavens
Threw out from above.
One day we say the question.
One day we even try.
One day we learn the worth we earn
Is founded on a lie.
But we're together in the nether
When we heal, when we betray.
Some are shattered. Some are tattered.
Some have battered their ballet.
In all its vision surely Fate
Can find a burrow for a stray.
A heart of stone would die alone
In one known.
One
Way.
On a fool's regret.
We share a prayer to fair despair
That's barely happened yet.
I'd rather cherish my defeat.
It keeps my savage incomplete.
We'll find somewhere for us to meet
Along the way.
It'll be okay.
And as we wander
Through this vacuum we call love
We feel the tears, the fears, the sears the heavens
Threw out from above.
One day we say the question.
One day we even try.
One day we learn the worth we earn
Is founded on a lie.
But we're together in the nether
When we heal, when we betray.
Some are shattered. Some are tattered.
Some have battered their ballet.
In all its vision surely Fate
Can find a burrow for a stray.
A heart of stone would die alone
In one known.
One
Way.
Tell me why we deny there's a tie of desperation
To defy our desolation where the moonbeams set.
And I speak like a freak. Could I send it in a letter
To amend the Irish Setter that I didn't pet.
It's my one obsession that I need expression
So my full confession doesn't breed possession
And I plead discretion could impede regression
And refreshen time for play.
It'll be okay.
Our cabriolet.
Why should the Seraphims forget and let the truth decay?
In our final bow
Would we wonder how?
If we kiss and tell, if we miss in hell
Can't our last farewell impel us now?
I know that greatness of the mettle isn't in my destiny
It doesn't mean I have to settle for this mediocrity.
Would we wonder how?
If we kiss and tell, if we miss in hell
Can't our last farewell impel us now?
I know that greatness of the mettle isn't in my destiny
It doesn't mean I have to settle for this mediocrity.
And if the stars should realign
Their chords are bound to intertwine.
Their chords are bound to intertwine.
So if you stumble over mine.
Let it stay.
Let it stay.
Cruel Tragedy
Sometimes it's hard to get out of your bed.
Sometimes the power goes off in your head.
Sometimes your underwear loses elastic.
Sometimes decisions appears rather drastic.
Sometimes you scatter a mixture of waxes and soar to the floor with a bruise.
Sometimes you've stretched all your threads to their maxes, your temper incited to lose.
Sometimes the world isn't quite on its axis, its central rotation askews.
Sometimes the rainbows are shaded in grey.
Sometimes you simply have nothing to say.
Sometimes the sunflower curses the sun.
Sometimes the time is reluctant to run.
Sometimes you enter a lift moving downward when you had intended to rise.
Sometimes you think there's a step at the bottom and practically shatter your thighs.
Sometimes you haven't a thing to believe in but desperately cling to the lies.
Some times. Some places. Some where and some when
Because life isn't perfect. It never has been.
What a waste. What a crime. What a cruel tragedy.
To expect every sect in effect to agree.
Sometimes the traffic is backed up to Maine.
Sometimes you drop rubber bands down the drain.
Sometimes your very last nerve has been shot.
Sometimes you're worthless.
But sometimes you're not.
Imagine a place with no pressure or struggle.
No pleasure to measure or stressors to juggle.
No waking forsaking the aching of feet.
And every direction is never retreat.
The summer is tepid. The winter a breeze.
With limits unblemished confliction agrees.
No clashing of tension, consention to strain.
Not one comprehension to mention of pain.
No shimmer. No sparkle. No glisten or gleam.
Where all is in balance and nothing extreme.
The surfacing ripples are just what they seem.
No reason to wonder. No reason to dream.
No reason to dance and no reason to sing
And allusion's conclusions aren't worth anything.
Where the sanctity's easy and danger is low
And you don't learn a thing and you don't ever grow.
Now...
Given the option of living in jars
Or a lifetime of trials and woe
I'll handle the strain and I'll handle the scars
And I'll leave here with something to show.
And maybe there's meaning and maybe there isn't
And maybe there's nowhere to go.
But people are people
And voices are voices
And reason is reason
And choices are choices.
Who ever you are
And what ever you say
And what ever you do
Is your personal way
But until you step out
Of the world you perceive
And accept separation
From shelters naive
To determine what's real
From the still you believe
Then you can't really know
What you know.
Sometimes it's hard to get out of your bed.
Sometimes the power goes off in your head.
Sometimes your underwear loses elastic.
Sometimes decisions appears rather drastic.
Sometimes you scatter a mixture of waxes and soar to the floor with a bruise.
Sometimes you've stretched all your threads to their maxes, your temper incited to lose.
Sometimes the world isn't quite on its axis, its central rotation askews.
Sometimes the rainbows are shaded in grey.
Sometimes you simply have nothing to say.
Sometimes the sunflower curses the sun.
Sometimes the time is reluctant to run.
Sometimes you enter a lift moving downward when you had intended to rise.
Sometimes you think there's a step at the bottom and practically shatter your thighs.
Sometimes you haven't a thing to believe in but desperately cling to the lies.
Some times. Some places. Some where and some when
Because life isn't perfect. It never has been.
What a waste. What a crime. What a cruel tragedy.
To expect every sect in effect to agree.
Sometimes the traffic is backed up to Maine.
Sometimes you drop rubber bands down the drain.
Sometimes your very last nerve has been shot.
Sometimes you're worthless.
But sometimes you're not.
Imagine a place with no pressure or struggle.
No pleasure to measure or stressors to juggle.
No waking forsaking the aching of feet.
And every direction is never retreat.
The summer is tepid. The winter a breeze.
With limits unblemished confliction agrees.
No clashing of tension, consention to strain.
Not one comprehension to mention of pain.
No shimmer. No sparkle. No glisten or gleam.
Where all is in balance and nothing extreme.
The surfacing ripples are just what they seem.
No reason to wonder. No reason to dream.
No reason to dance and no reason to sing
And allusion's conclusions aren't worth anything.
Where the sanctity's easy and danger is low
And you don't learn a thing and you don't ever grow.
Now...
Given the option of living in jars
Or a lifetime of trials and woe
I'll handle the strain and I'll handle the scars
And I'll leave here with something to show.
And maybe there's meaning and maybe there isn't
And maybe there's nowhere to go.
But people are people
And voices are voices
And reason is reason
And choices are choices.
Who ever you are
And what ever you say
And what ever you do
Is your personal way
But until you step out
Of the world you perceive
And accept separation
From shelters naive
To determine what's real
From the still you believe
Then you can't really know
What you know.
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