The Chateau D' Isaster Tapes

A) Scenario

In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine
Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a god who happened by
And in the dawn, there came the song of some sweet lady singing in his ear
Your god has gone, and from now on, you'll have to learn to hate
The things you fear

We want to know, are we inside the womb
Of passion plays, and by righteousness consumed?
Or just in lush contentment of our souls?

And so began the age of man
They left his body in the sand
Their glasses raised to a god on high
Who smiled upon them from the sky
So take the stage. Spin down the ages. Loose the passion
Spill the rage upon your son who holds the gun up to your head ---
The play's begun

B) Audition

Then God, the director, smells a rat
Pulls another rabbit from His hat
Sniffs the air and He says, "Well, that's that --- I'm going."
The actors milling helplessly --- the script is blowing out to sea
But what the hell, we didn't even pass an audition
The lines you'll have to improvise. The words are written in
The eyes of politicians who despise their fathers
And so the play necessitates that all you boys participate
In fierce competition to eliminate each other

And groupies, on their way to war
Get to write the next film score
But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing
Men of religion, on the make
Pledge an oath they undertake to
Make you white for God's own sake, and none other

While ladies get their bedding done
To win themselves a bouncing son ---
But bad girls do it for the fun of just being
And me, I'm here to sing along
And I'm not concerned with the righting wrongs
Just asking questions that belong without an answer
The God is laughing up his sleeve
As He pours himself another cup of tea
And He waves goodbye to you and me
At least for now

C) No Rehearsal

Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal
The tickets have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee
There's a telegram from the writer
But there is no rehearsal
The electrician has been told to make the spotlights brighter
There's one seat in the circle --- five hundred million in the stalls
Simply everyone will be there, but the safety curtain falls when
The bomb that's in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames
And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came

Did you learn your lines today? Well there is no rehearsal
The interval will last until the ice-cream lady melts away
The twelve piece orchestra are here, but there is no rehearsal
The first violinist's hands are chilled --- he's gone deaf in both ears
Well, the scenery is colourful, but the paint is so damn thin
You see the wall behind is crumbling
And the stage door is bricked-in
But the audience keep arriving
'Till they're standing in the wings
And we take the final curtain call, and the ceiling crashes in