SBM Act One

The accompanying literature to Act One of my 2018 instrumental project, Songs By Moonlight.

The project can be found at: https://africori.to/songsbymoonlight

Adrift: 

Untethered. Unbound. 

Unrestricted and afloat. 

Lost in space but found in time. 

Slave to the winds and the freeness of mind. 

Approach the horizon. Release your being. 

Atoms break away as we burst into light. 

The echoes of our essence ring out. 

They fade but never die. 

Origin of Man:

Thunder rolling with the call of the wild 

The rivers gush, the birds take flight. 

The flowers wake up to the suyns warm light 

The majesty of nature beckons to man

New steps taken into this beautiful Eden

Humanity blossoms from Gaia’s cradle

To explore and conquer 

All corners of earth. 

Alien: 

Peering from above the clouds

So close but out of reach 

We are the same 

But are the same in different ways

I dance to a tune

That you are not used to 

But we both dance and feel it alike

So don’t look at me like I’m odd

Don’t treat me like I’m foreign

For all my oddities

Are found in you too 

Run [Murder]:

You know what you saw. He’s out there in that alley and he has a gun. Your heart beats insanely in your chest, your blood coursing like rapids through your veins. It takes everything you have to stop yourself from screaming. Sneak around him, use the darkness as your cover. Footsteps behind you. Your throat dries. You turn. And there he is. Your mind screams one thing. Run. In slow motion, you take off. Arms flailing. Heavy shoes hit the asphalt. There’s nobody around to help you. The first shot rings out. Somebody. Anybody. Help. The second shot. You’ve never run so fast. You don’t hear the third shot. You feel it. In your back. The ground comes up to meet you. You lay there, leaking life. You ran. You did your best. You failed. 

Burlesque [Interlude]: 

Smoke hangs in the air. She turns around and struts to the man on the chair, spotlight on her. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, turns her back to him and sits, unlacing her red bodice. It falls to the floor and she crosses her impossibly long legs. All eyes in the room follow the fishnets into black heels. From the seedy fellas at the back to the mob bosses and honchos in front; everyone is under the spell of her swaying hips. She grabs his tie in her teeth and pulls it loose, getting some dangerously red lipstick on it that she hoped his wife would notice. Then she turned to little old me and killed me with a wink.