IT’S THE WAR!
By Petrusmatox
Summer at the seaside and two children, brother and sister, playing on the sand. The girl watching the boy digging a hole with a spade. In front of them, there is a bucket full of water.
Boy:
Get out! This well is mine!
Girl:
The beach is not yours!
Boy:
With my spade I dig this well!
Girl:
It’s only a hole on the sand!
Chorus:
A hole on the sand justifies a war!
Boy:
And the water on the bucket is mine.
Girl:
My bucket with sea’s water!
Chorus:
A sea’s drop is enough to a war!
The boy pours all the water on the hole and gives the empty bucket to the girl.
Boy:
Here! Take your bucket and get off!
Girl:
Let me drink there!
Boy:
No!
Girl:
It’s not fair!
Chorus:
A fair drops overflow the glass!
The boy doesn’t returns the voids bucket and aimed it to the girl, like a cannon mouth.
Boy:
Attention, prepare!
Girl:
You are dangerous!
Boy:
Fire!
Girl:
Please, no!
On the stage, it is earring the sound of gunfires.
The girl falls down.
Boy:
It’s the war! Total war!
Chorus:
A dropping fire all over the earth!
FREE YOUR MIND
by Chris Thomas
A man is crouched on the stage, head in his hands. He is in turmoil. A
bright, white light emerges from side of the stage. He looks up from
his
shattered daze. From the light comes a woman, dressed in simple whites.
WOMAN:
You must let go.
MAN:
But I loved, loved too much this time.
WOMAN:
FREE YOUR MIND!
MAN:
My passion goes on and on. I keep looking for hope.
WOMAN:
You must accept this fate. FREE YOUR MIND!
The woman has a commanding stance and, as she says her last line, the
chorus
of children is revealed, also dressed in simple whites, echoing her
sentiments.
Chorus:
Don't you think it's time. free your mind!
Break, break those binds. free your mind!
Move on, move on, move on..
The man moves forwards, reaching out to her.
MAN:
But I don't know what to do. help me!
GUARDIAN:
You loved, she loved, now she doesn't. FREE YOUR MIND!
MAN:
The pain, the hurt. I had so much to give!
GUARDIAN:
We know it's not easy. But you have to FREE YOUR MIND!
Man is in extreme torment. His emotions overcome him. He falls,
shattered.
Then he cries out.
MAN: MY MIND IS FREE!
I Like Livin' This Way
By Sara R. Haystead
Boy:
Ain't got no fam'ly
Got no home
Ain't got nowhere to stay
Ain't got no house
Aint't no car
But I like livin' this way
Ain't got two pennies
To rub together
Ain't got nothin' to sell
I ain't even got
Half a penny to
Throw in the wishin' well
Oh, to live in a mansion
On a hill
Would be sumfin' grand
To have a horse
And a dog
On my own land
Chorus:
He has no family
Has no home
He has nowhere to stay
He has no house
He has no car
But he likes living that way
My Mountain Sanctuary
By Sara R. Haystead
Child:
When all the world is at war
And there is so much unrest
I long for a place of solitude
A peaceful ambiance
So I run, run to the mountaintops
And look down to the valley below
From here the world looks different
But sadly I know
When I go back down to my little town
The world will still be angry
Yet I will be fine, and I will be strong
In my mountain sanctuary
Chorus:
Run, run to the mountaintops
Look down to the valley below
From here the world looks much different
Come, my friend, we will go
In the Mind's Restaurant
by Morelle Smith
Heart enters the restaurant timidly and sits down at a table in a quiet corner away from the main entrance and near the piano.
Heart:
It's quiet now, I can sit on my own,
No-one bothers a shy heart, eating alone.
Chorus:
No-one bothers a timid heart, eating on her own.
She's a gypsy, she's weary though of travelling alone.
Mind comes over to her table
Mind:
What can I offer you, oysters or fish?
Heart:
I will take the chef's special, sure to be a tasty dish
Chorus:
He brings her a plate with a note and it reads -
Morning or evening, this table is yours.
You see her there often, playing piano,
A dancer by nature.
Mind:
I delight in your dancing
Heart:
My songs are for you
Chorus:
You see her there often these days.
Smart and Tart Juicing
By Robert Roth and Carletta Joy Walker
Narrator:
Robert went out to the neighborhood pub seeking to quench his thirst.
Street berries:
We are Dance berries flying. We are Huckleberries prancing.
Chorus:
They are Wild berries singing. They’re All berries bursting with juice.
Street berries:
We are Jump berries dancing. We’re Blueberries sighing.
Chorus:
They are Wild berries singing. They’re All berries bursting with juice.
Narrator:
Robert’s one thirsty man.
Street berries:
We are Blackberries brooding. We’re Canter berries lying.
Chorus:
They are Wild berries singing. They’re All berries bursting with juice.
Street berries:
We’re Strawberries squeezing. We’re Sweet berries sneezing. We’re Cranberries all going home.
Narrator:
Robert got splattered nothing else mattered he filled up his gills with the juice.
Intro
By Sara R. Haystead
Man:
If you're looking for adventure
Woman:
If you're looking for romance
Man:
If you're looking for good comedy
Man and Woman:
Here is your chance
Chorus:
We have laughter, we have pain
We have love, we have hate
We have characters
Crooked and straight
There are dancers and musicians
Children and physicians
So please place your seats
In their upright positions
Fighting and delighting
Stories exciting
So you may rest assured
You’ll be nail biting
‘Tis often sought
A wonderful plot
If you crave entertainment
Have faith, fear not
You're ready, we know
So here we go
Hang on to your hats
On with the show!
Begin Again and Go More Slowly
A libretto in 4 scenes
by R. L. Wikerson
scene one
It was a very dark night.
DOCTOR:
Yes, nurse?
NURSE:
Doctor, I have something to tell you.
DOCTOR:
Well.
NURSE:
I've overstepped the bounds of strict
propriety.
DOCTOR:
Ah, its just as I expected.
NURSE:
We must say goodbye to one another. Forever.
CHORUS:
Even in her happiest moments...
scene two
A blue mountain range.
DOCTOR:
Begin again, and go more slowly.
NURSE:
It's the end between us.
DOCTOR:
Are you leaving me?
NURSE:
Yes.
CHORUS:
...she doubted that his love was equal to
hers.
scene three
A superficial landscape.
DOCTOR:
All right. I admit I was just pretending to be
mad.
NURSE:
As for the letters, I can put them in a safe
place.
DOCTOR:
You're causing me pain.
NURSE:
I've already telephoned the florists about it.
CHORUS:
What perplexity! What sleepless nights!
scene four
It was a very dark night. The unavoidable separation
loomed.
the end
We're on our Way to Wembley
By T.P. Hintermeer
After a Premier League football match, a supporter, wearing a blue striped shirt and matching scarf, lies beaten up on the street
The Chorus are a mixture of the two opposing teams blue stripes and red stripes.
Chorus:
He lies there beaten!
Darkness and fear!
Who will shed a tear?
A fellow (blue-striped) supporter swaggers onto the scene
Chorus:
hopeful
Now he won’t die!
Blue Supporter:
Two-Nil, Two-Nil, Two-Nil.
We’re on our way to Wembley!
Mugged Supporter:
Pity my plight!
gesturing towards him
I never wanted a fight!
Blue Supporter:
Stranger! Danger!
peering over him
Why should I risk hanging around?
My Nokia may be found!
Exits
Mugged Supporter:
Agony! Misery!
falling back to ground
Chorus:
Has love fled our nation?
shocked
Has God’s creation sunk this low?
Yet hope’s not quite dead. Here’s one in red.
Red Supporter:
Accustomed to stealing, I still have feeling.
I’ll forget the score, help him off the floor.
Chorus:
Love is not buried!
triumphant
Love is not a memory!
performing Mexican Wave
Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole
CARMINE
by Heather Reyes
Characters:
Chorus of 'Furies' (female cochineal insects) - wingless but dressed in white with brilliant red visible beneath.
Carmine - dressed raggedly, all in red.
Man - dressed all in white
Woman - dressed all in silver
Child - dressed all in pink
Carmine, standing upstage right, statue-like, sinister.
Woman stands facing child, downstage left, hand softly under child's chin, tipping it up a little. They are smiling at each other.
Enter man carrying beautiful pink brithday cake with lighted candles, a silver knife visible beside the cake.
Chorus hums tune of 'Happy Birthday'.
Mother points to approaching father, turns child around and stands with hands resting on child's shoulders.
Father sets cake down on floor, midstage, forward.
Child and mother approach it. All three smiling.
Father moves towards mother and the three pose as happy family group for photo.
Flash, as from invisible camera.
CHILD:
My beautiful cake! How was it made that lovely pink?
CARMINE:
Comes forward
You really want to know?
MOTHER:
What are you?
CARMINE:
Carmine.
FATHER:
Takes dictionary from his pocket. Opens, reads.
One: vivid red colour with purplish tinge.
Two: pigment of this colour obtained from cochineal.
CHILD:
What's cochineal?
FATHER:
Turns pages to another entry. Reads.
Crimson colouring obtained from crushed bodies of female cochineal insects.
CARMINE:
To child.
Ghosts of those crushed lives haunting your birthday cake. When candles won't light, that's them doing their voodoo.
CHORUS:
Voodoo ...........
CARMINE:
Or their voo-don't.
CHORUS:
Laughter - which stops very suddenly.
CARMINE:
Beginning to wind herself around the father, who responds to her advances as she speaks.
Men brush the female insects from their cactus homes, kill them with heat. The best crop, the season's first - of unimpregnated females.
She places carmine kisses clearly on his white clothes.
CHORUS:
Cochineal - lurking in lipsticks that smirk at your secrets.
Mother sees lipstick marks on father, takes knife from birthday cake; plunges it in father's chest - which leaks carmine / cochineal.
CHORUS:
Revenge!
Stage goes dark, apart from bright white light on the child who stares, wide-eyed into it.
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