Brutality of the Goddess

it’s been a while since i wrote down  something in this journal.  it’s been dead boring lately.  everything done out of routine.  no creativity.  nada.  zip. 

well, okay, maybe not entirely but here’s a little something that i managed to squeeze out from my brain.  it’s a short, sort of musical, actually.  i tried putting three songs together.  it’s done for the heck of it and i might develop it into something better, something longer.

this is a story about how some relationships usually develop.  i’ll skip the details.  here’s a bird’s eye view of it.

[scene 1] INFATUATION/THE CRUSHING-ON-YOU STAGE

[boy meets girl through some unexpected event, got to know her little by little, crushes on her but never tells her--yet.  this scene takes place in their separate dorms. they get a glimpse of each somewhere around campus.  song starts when each reaches his/her dorm.]

BOY:

       HOW GLAD THE MILLIONS OF ANNABELLES AND LILIANS WOULD BE/ TO CAPTURE ME.// BUT YOU HAD SUCH PERSISTENCE/ YOU WORE DOWN MY RESISTENCE.//  I FELL AND IT WAS SWELL.//

GIRL: OH, YOU’RE MY BIG, BRAVE HANDSOME ROMEO.//  HOW I WANT YOU,/ I SHALL NEVER, NEVER KNOW.//  IT’S NOT THAT YOU’RE ATTRACTIVE,/ BUT OH, MY HEART GREW ACTIVE/ WHEN YOU CAME INTO VIEW.//

BOY: I’VE GOT A CRUSH ON YOU,/ SWEETY PIE.//  ALL THE DAY AND NIGHT TIME,/ HEAR ME SIGH.//  I NEVER HAD THE LEAST NOTION/  THAT I COULD FALL WITH SO MUCH EMOTION.//

GIRL: COULD YOU COO?//  COULD YOU CARE?//  FOR A CUNNING COTTAGE/ THAT WE COULD SHARE?//  THE WORLD WILL PARDON MY MUSH/ COZ I HAVE GOT A CRUSH,/ MY BABY ON YOU.

BOY: COULD YOU COO?//  COULD YOU CARE?// FOR A CUNING COTTAGE THAT WE COULD SHARE?//

BOTH: THE WORLD WILL PARDON MY MUSH/ COZ I HAVE GOT A CRUSH,/ MY BABY ON YOU.//

GIRL: MY BABY ON YOU…//

BOY: MY BABY ON YOU…//

GIRL: MY, MY BABY ON YOU…//

BOY: OH… DIANA, ON YOU.//

BOTH: I’VE GOT A CRUSH ON YOU…//

[scene 2] THE PROPOSAL

[boy and girl have confessed feelings.  boy had courted girl long after they had confessed to each other what they felt.  they're out of college.  they have separate jobs.  but they still see each other.  boy meets girl in a small, abandoned pier at twilight with plans to propose.]

BOY: DARLING YOU SEND ME.// I KNOW THAT YOU SEND ME.//  DARLING YOU SEND ME.//  HONEST YOU DO,/ HONEST YOU DO,/ HONEST YOU DO.//

GIRL: YOU THRILL ME.//  I KNOW THAT YOU THRILL ME.//  DARLING YOU THRILL ME.//  HONEST YOU DO,/ HONEST YOU DO,/ HONEST YOU DO.//

BOY: AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT WAS INFATUATION/

GIRL: BUT OH, IT LASTED FOR SO LONG/

BOY: NOW I FIND MYSELF WANTING/–WANTING TO MARRY YOU/ AND TAKE YOU HOME//

GIRL: YOU SEND ME/

BOY: YOU SEND ME, BABY/

GIRL: I KNOW THAT/ YOU SEND ME//

BOY: DARLING, YOU YOU YOU SEND ME.//  HONEST YOU DO/ HONEST YOU DO/ HONEST YOU DO//

GIRL: OHH WHEN EVER I’M WITH YOU/

BOY: I KNOW, I KNOW, WHEN I’M NEAR YOU.//

BOTH: HONEST YOU DO/ HONEST YOU DO/ HONEST YOU DO…

INSTRUMENTAL (SOPRANO SAX)

GIRL: AT FIRST I THOUGH IT WAS INFATUATION.// BUT OH, IT LASTED SO LONG//

BOY: NOW I FIND MYSELF WANTING,/ I WANNA MARRY YOU/ AND TAKE YOU HOME.//  YOU,/ YOU YOU SEND ME.//

GIRL: I KNOW THAT YOU THIRLL ME.//

BOY: DARLING YOU SEND ME.//

GIRL: HONEST YOU DO//

BOY: HONEST YOU DO//

GIRL: HONESTY YOU DO.//

BOTH: YOU SEND ME.//  YOU THRILL ME.//  I KNOW YOU SEND ME.// 

BOY: HONEST YOU DO,/ HONEST YOU DO,/ HONEST YOU DO.//

[scene 3] MARRIAGE AND THEREAFTER

[she said yes and the marriage was set.  the ceremony was at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the sparkling ocean water that shifted beneath an afternoon sky.  they say marriage is the happy ending.  for chris and diana, they were just about the embark on a perilous journey]

STORY TELLER: ANOTHER BRIDE,/ ANOTHER JUNE,/ ANOTHER SUNNY HONEYMOON.//  ANOTHER SEASON,/ ANOTHER REASON,/ FOR MAKING WHOOPEE.// 

A LOT OF SHOES,/ A LOT OF RICE.//  THE GROOM IS NEVER SCARED TO DEATH,/ HE ASKED TWICE.//  IT’S REALLY KILLING/ THAT HE’S SO WILLING/ TO MAKE WHOPEE//

PICTURE A LITTLE LOVENEST.//  DOWN WHERE THE ROSES CLING.//  PICTURE THESAME SWEET LOVENEST.//  THINK WHAT A YEAR CAN BRING.//

HE’S WASHING DISHES/ AND BABY CLOTHES.//  HE’S SO AMBITIOUS,/ HE ASSUMES.//  BUT DON’T FORGET FOLKS/ THAT WHAT YOU GET FOLKS/ FOR MAKING WHOOPEE.//

ANOTHER YEAR,/ OR MAYBE LESS.//  WHAT’S THIS I HEAR?/  WELL, CAN YOU GUESS?//  SHE FEELS NEGLECTED/ AND HE’S SUSPECTED/ OF MAKING WHOOPEE.//

SHE SITS ALONE/ MOST EVERY NIGHT.//  HE DOESN’T PHONE HER,/ HE DOESN’T WRITE.//  HE SAYS HIS BUSY.//  BUT SHE SAYS, "IS HE?"//  HE’S MAKIN WHOOPEE//

HE DOESNT MAKE MUCH MONEY.//  ONLY FIVE THOUSAND PER.// SOME JUDGE WHO THINKS HE’S FUNNY/ SAYS TO PAY SIX TO HER.//

CHRIS SAID, "NOW JUDGE,/ SUPPOSE I FAIL?//" 

THE JUDGE SAYS, " CHRIS, RIGHT INTO JAIL!" 

"OH NO!//  I BETTER KEEP HER,/ IT’S SO MUCH CHEAPER/ THAN MAKING WHOOPEE.//"

THAN MAKING WHOOPEE.//  THAN MAKING WHOOPEE.//  THAN MAKING WHOOPEE.// THAN MAKING WHOOPEE…//

it’s a very simple tale.  a clear manifestation of someone who’s so bored.  maybe i’ll make a short musical about something else, say, that GOD-forsaken ROTC course that made me want to weep.

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