Striking Out a Single Note for Love

[Sir Simon le Meurdre of Telecom Enterprises Ltd is looking out over Big City from his penthouse luxury, whilst sexually served by two big-boobed blondes in black and blue blouses.]

[Sir Simon:]

So dedicated, articulated

To the top floor elevated

By definition I'm decision

Full of focus and precision

[Blonde #1:]

Striking out a single note for love

[Sir Simon:]

Come, share the communion

That makes me the chosen son

Come taste the promise I sell to you

Raindrops may keep falling

But only on frozen ones

Eyes turning grey and their faces blue

[Sir Simon, staring into the bathroom mirror, masturbating:]

All these notions like explosions

Set my wheels in constant motion

So derating and so debating

Ejaculating I am stating I'm

[Blonde #2:]

Striking out a single note for love

[Sir Simon, pulling trousers on:]

Suddenly the earth cracks

And sucks me deep down the drain

Darkness around me I cry insane

Time is moving faster, hours turn into days

Then I'm spat out on the road again

[Sir Simon le Meurdre trots down on a rugged road below a rubbled slope. Suddenly he hears a rumble from above and realizes he is in great danger - huge blocks of stone tumble towards him. He flees down the hill, chased by the rolling rocks. From a gate beside the road figures emerge, dressed in colourful clothes. One of them walks towards Simon. The slide comes to a rest.]

[Simon:]

Then everything was quiet

Everything was calm

And a man came forth, he was three feet tall

He kept clinging to my arm, and he said

[The Midget Scarecrow rubbing his beard against Sir Simon's cheek:]

Come on now and show me

That you're something else than bad

You, who left your life and pride behind

Yes, everything you had

[As Simon tries to find the words he fails and wails in pain and the Midget Scarecrow presents The Mirror of Truth. Dazed and confused, Simon sees the face of a clown looking back at him. Then he discovers the oversized brown shoes on his feet, and stumbles through the gate, falling down on foul-smelling hay. The main attraction of the circus.]

[Years later, Simon is walking the tightrope with a wooden staff in his hands. The audience holds it's breath in anticipation, waiting - as usual - for Simon to loose his balance and drop into the elephant-dropping hay.]

[Simon:]

The man had gone away

I had nothing left to say

Was this just a dream that didn't fit the scheme?

Where did I go wrong?

Where did my soul belong?

[The Murderer, waiting on a platform at the other end of the rope:]

Living is a tightrope walk that leads into the grave

Nothing left to give

Nothing left to save

Spirits come and spirits go as destiny wants them to

All is preordained

Nothing's ever new

[Simon, almost loosing his balance when he sees the veiled figure:]

I just sat down and thought

Of the lesson I was taught

Was this just a dream cracking at the seam?

Should I turn away from the path I walk today?

[The Scarecrow, taking the Murderer's place, throwing Simon the Scriptures:]

Living is a tightrope walk that leads into the grave

Nothing left to give

Nothing left to save

Spirits come and spirits go as destiny wants them to

All is preordained

Nothing's ever new

Then the circus comes again

And brings you to the start

Giving you a soul and the beating of your heart

Your heart

[The Scarecrow disappears in a flash of light and Simon falls down in the hay. The audience bursts with laughter and only the animal excrements seem to hear his words.]

[Simon:]

Times have now fled, but the memory's young

Of the little man ending my calm

And though I was hurt

I know that he meant me no harm

For now I'm much older

Not wiser, but colder

I caught a short glimpse of the dove

I once thought I knew

My god

Who is striking out a single note for love?

[The parade begins, with Simon in the center. More and more circus artists dance around him, mocking. Simon begs for mercy through the chaos, but noone listens. Eventually they leave.]