I wrote a tavern song for Andreyyyyy! This takes place in the Broken Heart, shortly before the discovery of the plague. Sorry this took so long, I moved again. I've lived in about a dozen different places while writing this musical, which is one of the many reasons why I'm doing it at a snail's pace, but it's still going. I'm getting fairly close to having a full list of songs, and the last few are more presentable, so one of these days I'll clean up the earlier ones and put everything out as an album. In theory. In the meantime, tavern!!!!
There's an instrumental bit in the middle during which there's some dialogue between Andrey and the Bachelor, included with the lyrics below. Lyrics/music/vocals/etc by me. Feel free to message me through the blog about anything you like! I'm not always great about responding, but I do love to get messages. Credit for background image goes to elena-illustration on tumblr, elenaillustrate on twitter.
Lyrics/script:
ANDREY, sung:
Two brothers once came to a town
and Gorkhon was its name
two architects of some renown
new players in this game, they’d come by
virtue of their minds and hands,
our genius caught the ear
of Mistress Nina Kaina who
then set us up right here!
[On ‘Mistress Nina Kaina,’ ANDREY pulls a cloth from where it had hung to cover a portrait on the wall of a rather beautiful woman with dark hair and a red dress, a painting with a bit of a surreal twist, Peter’s work.]
And here we stayed
to bring her dream to form
she told us of a scheme
a structure that could pierce through heaven’s veil
and in my brother’s mind, its seed.
[Andrey snatches a glass from someone who was about to take a sip from it and steps onto the Broken Heart’s stage with the band and hoists his drink in the air.]
Come down, raise a glass!
I’ll tell you a tale of a tower, a tale of romance,
a chance to win against
the powers that scour our bowers to topple utopia!
CHORUS: Utopia!
ANDREY: Drain your cups
to Nina Kaina’s grace!
For every drop of fortune
in the Polyhedron’s name.
[ANDREY downs his drink, slams the empty glass down on the bar, and turns back to DANIIL, hopping off the stage again.]
ANDREY, spoken: Well? What do you think?
DANIIL, spoken: I think you haven’t changed a bit since university. What does this have to do with Simon Kain?
ANDREY, spoken: Why, everything!
DANIIL, spoken: And what is this ‘Polyhedron’? Some new toy of yours?
ANDREY, spoken: Ha! So much more than that, my friend. She is everything.
ANDREY, sung:
Our dear departed Kaina had
a vision to provide,
a Focus that could hold within
the souls of those who died.
My brother Peter drew a blueprint for
a tower filled with light,
a spiral polyhedron that
could trap a dream inside
and so I drove
the needle in the earth;
the soil bled for days.
A miracle
that rose above us all,
and never will decay.
Come, I’ll fill your glass
in honor of me and my brother and what we have built,
we play our parts to alter
history, all in the service of saving utopia!
CHORUS: Utopia!
ANDREY: Drain your cups,
there’s no need to be shy!
Let fortune and time bend beneath our design,
see us push to new heights, we’ve a victory in sight,
The Powers That Be are but children
in the Polyhedron’s light!
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