Presenting The D. C. Bianchino Play....revised Feb, 2009 All Rights Reserved.
" The Pitch For You Can't Stop The Music."
This is the story of Adam and Eve who after having an argument in the garden
of Eden, go their separate ways (leaving paradise). They meet 5000 years later
At an open mic. Where they find each other once again only this time having true parity. 
This is an open Mic SPECTACULAR.
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Characters: Narrator-Robert Doyle
Bob Muldoon-Emcee-singer songwriter. Dave Black-Poet dissident.
Drag Queen
Jacob-Barista-wise man. Steve-Songwriter-country rock.
Can't stop the music
Chief Red Eagle-elder. White Owl-chief's sister-wise woman.
Two Feather's-chiefs cousin-poet. Brandon- A black song
writer-rasta.
Stark-songwriter-blues. Iris-Stark's wife-singer-poet.
Dr, Smith-songwriter. Sally-Dr Smith's wife-songwriter.
Shawn and Kim-Dr Smith's children-singers.
Children's friends-Randy and Sharron-singers.
Peter-wondering minstrel.Tex-singer song writer-country.
Chris-singer song writer-folk. Carl-singer song writer-folkie
jazz.
Flower-poet song writer-Celtic. Sylvia-crazy poetess.
Gertrude and Amelia-Help minstrel sing a song. Spirit
Woman-Sylvia's guide.
Cindy-wife of MC. Fredrica-artist-poet. Two woman from
audience.
Mysteria-divine spirit. Fairies'.Woman who doesn't have
time. Rapper-Christian.
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Opening scene for "The Pitch For You Can't Stop The Music" Partial
projections Garden of Eden displayed on stage. Adam and Eve (Who meet
five thousand years later as Flower and Carl) are enjoying
paradise. (This is being done as the audience takes their seats)
Once everyone is seated and it's show time, Eve runs off she is wet
from her swim- Adam comes out of water ( naked as well) curious
as to where she ran off to. On coming back Eve is teasing Adam
with her hands behind her back. Adam is raising his head as if to say
what have you got? Quickly she shows the apple and bites into it.
Then she offers it to Adam with a re-assuring look. Adam believing her
takes a bite, and quickly drops it on the ground, while looking at his naked body.
Then says: " What is this guilt and shame you've just given me?
She replies: " What do you mean, I've given you. Why are you blaming me, no
Why are you using me? Adam says: Blame you! Use you! Screw you. She comes back with:
No, screw you! With that Adam quickly heads back towards the water. Eve shouts out:
That's it Adam, just run away...She picks up the apple looks at it with disgust, then
throws it in his direction. With that, it explodes in mid air and projected on to a screen
5000 years of suppression such as the stoning of woman, etc. Scene Ends.....
Just as soon, (Adam and Eve, who are now Flower And Carl, and now in street cloths, and with
A backdrop of many mountains of life's experiences, with the center one and tallest of all
called mount parity appear on opposite sides of Parity...And wearily but willingly while making its climb
sing the song " Sometimes I Cannot See The Mountain." He sings the first several verses while she sings the last three
until together singing ( repeating the last line ).
Song:
" Where the breeze blows silent
Is where I shall build my home.
In a dream of morning last
its site I freely roamed.
Over snows pristine white
On the highest of plateaus.
I overlooked a thousand peaks
Each one I'll come to know.
Just sometimes I cannot see the mountain,
When clouds keep it from site.
Sometimes I feel so damn lonely,
I guess it's just my fear of height.
 Eve sings
Life is a poem never finished.
A song spoken from the grave.
Sometimes I cannot see the mountain.
Though I know I go there with the brave.
Sometimes goodbye means no turning back.
And pain postpones another start.
Sometimes my eyes fill with moonlight,
Reflecting off the ocean in my heart.
My tears are the feelings I had yesterday,
And of the future I fear to be without.
In the meantime reason as with destiny,
keeps testing me to overcome this doubt,
 Both sing
When sometimes I cannot see the mountain,
When sometimes I cannot see the mountain,
There are sometimes I just can't see the mountain...."
Just then, Peter the minstrel man comes out and with a tableau
recites "The Heroes Path" going back and forth to Flower and Carl
who are on different sides of Mount Parity. He also includes audience.
The Hero's Path: Peter:
"Are you ready to face the guilt, fear
And the remorse. Are you ready to 
Enter the house of fire, ready to 
Suffer the loss. Are you ready to feel
The shame, prepared to think insane.
Are you ready to kill the ferocious 
Beasts, the two that are the same.
Are you ready to face the wolves, 
Who call from the mountain top, 
Willing to make the climb, though
Doubt may want you to stop. Are 
You willing to climb the mountain, 
Then make its awesome descent.
Willing to find that innocence, and
Do it without relent. Are you willing
To be that hero, for not power or
Greed or the like. Are you willing to
Wait for the ashes, to bring in this
Age of new light. For this is the path 
Of destruction, to end the powers 
Who reign. And here lies the path of 
True Hero's, who are called to face
Up to that pain. 
So if you're ready then,{Starts to sing} there's a promise straight ahead don't you know?
(Some cast members sitting in the isles quickly face with a smile
the person sitting in the seat next to them, repeating ) "Don't you know!
Again: There's a promise straight ahead don't you know? Cast member:
"Don't you know! Then minstrel man continues.
There's a promise straight ahead where the hungry will be fed,
With so much love it just overflows.
Come on and hop on, ( cast members) hop on.
Minstrel man: Come on and hop on. (Cast) hop on
Minstrel: Don't worry if you have to stand. Come on and hop on (cast hop on)
Minstrel: Come on and hop on, 'cause we're heading to the promised land.
(As minstrel is calling people to hop on he points to cast sitting in the isles
waving them to come up on stage, they do this in a joyful dance...Minstrel continues with song. )
We're heading to the land where it is free (cast) It is FREE!
We're heading to the land where it is free (cast) it is FREE!
Minstrel: We're heading to the land that God himself has planned,
And he's here today calling you and me...
Minstrel: Come on and hop on (cast) hop on
Come on and hop on (cast) hop on
Don't worry if you have to stand.
Come on and hop on (cast ) hop on
Minstrel: 'Cause we're going to the promised land.
Chorus: sung by cast members....."The light of the lord illumines the dark,
Night and day as long as I pray He promised me that to show me the way.
 The light of the lord can never blow out and that's good news we all can shout,
And that's good news we all can shout the light of the lord can never blow out!
" The light of the lord is on in my heart night and day as long as I pray
He promised me that to show me the way, the light of the lord can never blow out.
And that's good news we all can shout, the light of the lord can never blow out...
Minstrel picks up...
So hop on come on and hop on there's a promise straight ahead we're going to find.
So leave that baggage you've been carrying leave it all behind, 'cause we're heading
To that place where the sun always shines.
Come on and hop on ( cast) hop on. Come on and hop on (cast) hop on.
Don't worry if you have to stand. Come on and hop on (cast) hop on
Come on and hop on (cast) hop on....All join in the last line....
'Cause we're heading to the promised land......
After a rousing ending and they have left the stage, a man dressed in drag (with a beard I might add), has on black nylons
A puffy loose short skirt, a long cigarette holder...recites and sings this number while strutting his stuff
with exaggerated self confidence....It's called Ego...
Peering at the audience and side exists where cast left...Starts...
I am ego and I want you to know, don't try to get rid of me, "cause I ain't gonna go!
I am emotions, I am each thought, I am ambition, I'm in everything you've got.
I am ego, I am the clothes you wear, I am self righteous, and really I don't care.
I am ego, and I am always right, I am the bottom line, I'm your personal insight.
I'm the one who talks to you, I am in your head. I am all the chemicals, it's me to whom you're wed!
Just listen as I speak right now, you that I divide, I am the one who looks through you,
There's no place you can hide...
Sometimes I am sad, or full of despair, sometimes I am mad, with rage I declare!!!!
See, here I am in you, dictating words that flow. Don't try to get rid of me,
I know you well, you know.
I am all the stuff you have, all you hang on to. I am critiquing this, 'cause I am really YOU!
Just look in the mirror, who is it you see? Take one more look my friend, 'cause you is really ME.
I am EGO!
When he finishes, he walks towards the exit on stage and just before he leaves he looks back at the audience
and flips up the back of his skirt exposing his bare butt....
Introduction:
[Man walks out on the stage, faces the audience. He is wearing
a Harrison tweed smoking jacket, a black turtle neck shirt,
and jeans. His hair is down to his shoulders, thin and on the
gray side. He is in his early sixties.]
[Narrator Robert Doyle also fills in the blanks throughout play]
"Welcome, my name is Robert Doyle and I'm going to read a
play I wrote called 'The Pitch For You Can't Stop The Music'-Actually I'm
going to explain it as if you're the directors and I'm making a
pitch to you. As you have seen, I brought some friends of mine to help me do this.
The setting is a coffeehouse with several tables and
chairs.
[As he explains this, the cast actually starts setting the stage]
In one corner, the one to the left and furthest away, there is a
small one step up stage. The corner to the right, and again
furthest away, a small counter for coffee containers. It is the
place where the barista also stands behind. Along the back
wall there are four large window shades. Images of Marilyn
Monroe, Humphry Bogart, James Dean and Elvis respectively
adorn each shade. When the coffeehouse closes a shade will
go up and a scene where a performer lives will appear.
Now, how this gets started and what the story is about. Well, a
popular local musician and poet want to secure a place for the
sole purpose of bringing musicians and lyricists together in
order to inspire new pieces of work, and by the passing of a
hat try to raise money for recording equipment, and just
maybe get them published. So they approach a local coffee
house and the owners enthusiastically embrace their idea. The
night they choose is on a Monday. Word quickly spreads
because of their popularity, and right from the beginning they
have an audience in attendance, and it picks up each week
thereafter, as THE place to go. 
The audience; many of whom become the regulars; are made
up of Granolas like those who work for The Appalachian
Mountain Club. Grunges, a step to the left of the Granolas.
Hippies, all the way to the left, gays, conservatives, trench
musicians (those who make their living from their play), and
intellectuals: oh yes, even some Indians. It is definitely a
diverse audience, and, everyone getting along, accepting each
others space. Everyone seems humble and tolerant. In the
beginning there are no mics, or electrical instruments, just
acoustic guitars and the like, although there is a keyboard.
Sometime later where the story picks up a mic has been
added.
This is a play in two acts, and is the story of an effort very
successful till 'The inevitable demise.' But,You Can't Stop
The Music, as you shall see. Now, sit yourself at one of those
tables and enjoy the show. Oh yes, what we have is a story
about relationships, the coming together, the going apart and
the coming together again. It is a story about seeing ourselves
the way we are, and that possible evolution to the point of
giving up ALL the controls. It is OUR song.
Hopefully, I can make my vision clear to you."
ACT 1
Narrator:
"It's 8:30 and people are starting to fill the coffee house.
Guitar cases are being stacked near the stage. A lot of small
talk is going on, catching up on one thing or another.The MC a
man who stands over six feet tall, dressed casually, makes an
announcement."
[The man pitching the play now fades out and the play fades
in.]
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BOB MULDOON: At mic.
"Listen for those who want to perform tonight, there's a sign
up sheet up here on the table, (points to table) so I suggest you
do that now. My name is Bob Muldoon, ( Narrator: By now the
microphone has been added) and for the sake of anyone new,
I'll tell you our objective. (Narrator: "This he repeats every
Monday night") One, it is to inspire new works and to take the
best of what we get and record them. If you hear a poem or
lyric and think you can work with it, then get together with
that person during one of the breaks. Also, we pass a hat
trying to raise money for recording equipment. (Then almost
sarcastic says) Most of you here don't mind spending six or
seven dollars at a movie, so maybe think about that. (Narrator:
"The reason for the sarcasm; here he was in his forties without
his dream being realized, he almost made it with a song he
wrote while in New York, but someone else stole the piece
which became successful, and so went his big chance.") [Here
we have a tableau, and Jacob the barista faces the real
audience and says]
JACOB:
"The poet Li Zhong said," "People who are not depressed by
living in obscurity or lack of recognition, when at that level,
then the Tao is in them." (Finishes, goes back behind coffee
counter)
BOB MULDOON:
(cont) Last, when a performer is up here on the stage; please
give them your attention. If you feel you must talk, please go
outside'.We have a lot of material since we started and the
juices seem to just keep flowing. We want to thank Bob and
Jan for having us here in their coffee house ('Round of
applause) speaking of which, the coffee is in the back. OK, I
think that covers it, so, I'll start with a song I wrote and then
go to the sign up sheet. (By this time the place was filled and it
was a standing room crowd)
[Bob picks up his guitar starts to tune it then adds]
I don't know about you, but I always have this slight bit of
fear being up here in front of a sober audience. The people I
play for are in the bars, and I'm just the background music
while they get sloshed. (Laughter) Having said all that here's a
piece I wrote when the lights went out during a lightning storm
at a gig I was playing, we had to light candles. So, I hope you
like it. It's called "Nighttime Turns The Blues Away"
[Bob starts his song, he has a deep raspy voice, the melody
has a slow blues sound and he has everyone's attention]
The brightest side of heaven comes when it turns night, and
we're sitting here together in its soothing light, and there's no
place I'd rather be than here with you tonight, singing songs
that make life seem like it's alright. While the candle burns
nighttime, turns the blues away, just some candle light an old
up right and some songs to play, the guitar man, the music
stand and some folks who want to stay, while the candle burns
nighttime turns the blues away. Our troubles will return sure
as the sun comes up, another day just drinking from the same
old cup, trying to get someplace, that's never quite far enough,
another day just filled with all that old life stuff. While the
candle burns nighttime turns the blues away, just some
candlelight an old up right and some songs to play, the guitar
man, the music stand and some folks who want to stay, while
the candle burns nighttime turns the blues away. But in the
meantime you and I will stop, no need to run, 'cause no matter
what has happened, what's been done is over and done. So let
tomorrow have those troubles that we'll leave behind tonight,
and I'll sing some songs that make life seem like it's all right.
While the candle burns nighttime turns the blues away, just
some candle light an old up right and some songs to play, the
guitar man his music stand and some folks who want to stay,
while the candle burns; nighttime; turns the blues away".
[ Bob finishes, the audience gives a big hand with whistles
and catcalls. Bob goes over to the sign up sheet, then walks
back to the mic]
BOB MULDOON:
"Most people express fear when performing up here, so know
you're not alone, as I said, even us musicians who do this for a
living feel the same way. OK, now first on our list is a poet,
Dave Black.
[Just then the lights dim until the coffee house is in darkness. Everyone
has their faces down on the tables. A conga drum starts a
steady beat. A person raises their head, a light falls on them.
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A gray mask covers the person's face. That person stands
starts to dance and sing while characterizing a few lines from the poem
"FEAR". Each person follows again dancing and playing out
the next lines to the poem. Off in a corner one person is
standing, her face is half black and half white. Her hair on the
black side is long and gray. On the white side it is black. She
says nothing just stands there till the dance is done. Everyone
then places their heads back on the tables face down. The
lady with the black and white face then walks off the stage
crossing in front of the audience, glancing in their direction
she says, 'Wait for me']
(Dance modern)
First person: Fear, fear, where do we go from here? Fear, fear,
let's give them a kick in the rear. Fear of worms, fear of
snakes, fear of germs, fear of quakes. Fear to laugh, fear to cry,
fear to change, fear to try. Fear I said fear, let's make them all
very clear.
Second person: Fear of losing, fear of winning, fear of endings,
and beginnings. Fear of ghosts, fear of demons, fear of
monsters when we're dreaming.
Third person: Fear of aids, fear of spades, fear of bombs, razor
blades. Fear of spiders, fear of bees, fear of birds, tiny flees.
Fourth person: Fear of buses, fear of planes, fear of cars, fear
of trains. Fear of dogs, fear of cats, fear of lobsters and of bats.
Fifth person: Fear of water, fear of fire, fear of falling, going
higher. Fear of mothers, and of fathers, boyfriends, girlfriends,
sisters, brothers.
Sixth person: Fear to smoke, fear to eat, fear to go across the
street. Fear of silence, fear of violence, fear to dance and of
tridents.
Seventh person: Fear of Satan, fear of sex, fear of witches and
their hex. Fear of pain, fear of pleasure, fear of things we
cannot measure.
Eighth person: Fear of failure and success, or not looking at
our best. Fear of women and of men, fear to make another
friend.
Ninth person: Fear of lightning or tornadoes, and erupting of
volcanoes. Fear of insects, all things creeping, fear of waking
and of sleeping.
Tenth person: Fear of truth, fear to seek, fear to look and to
speak. Fear of God, and the dark, fear that we may have the
mark.
Eleventh person: Fear of dating, and of waiting, fear of not
participating. Fear of sailing, and of flying, fear of biking and
of driving.
Twelfth person: And so they go ad infinitum, one or another we
all got 'em. ( This last line is said by all.) Fear to love, fear to
give, fear to die, fear to live!
Tableau ends.
MC continues
Dave Black; how about a nice hand for Dave.' (Audience a big
hand)[ Narrator: Dave is a sylvan, lives in the woods, he is in his mid
forties. Gets up adjusts the mic, then says under his breath]
DAVE:
"God I hate this mic. Well, the poem I am going to recite is
about my mother and the father who raised me. It's a poem
about the fragility of love, and how humble love truly is. The
title is 'Eleanor'
[When he gets to the part, 'Do you still love me' tears well
up in more than a few eyes. Sniffles also can be heard]
DAVE:
"I heard a story about a man and his wife. He was about to
die, to give up this life. When someone next to them heard the
man say, 'I'll see you my darling on the Milky Way.' He would
wait for her there, though it be far, and together they'd travel
to every known star. And I thought how lucky some people
they be, to have someone to die for, and waiting to see. Then I
thought of my mother, just before she had died, and the father
who raised me, who looked in her eyes.
Now unable to speak, and unable to see, though seventy six
looked a hundred and three. A fragile lass she had become,
dying at home with dignity done. And he ten years younger, a
handsome man, tenderly stroking her hair with his hand. And
the question he had was 'Are you afraid?' And she shook her
head no for her faith hadn't strayed. And he said ' I didn't
think so. While admiring her, when he asked her this
question firsthand that I heard. "Do you still love me?" Like a
boy to reassure. And when she nodded yes, I saw love that is
pure.
And I thought how lucky some people they be, to have
someone to love them without vanity. And two weeks to the
day my mother had died, and the father who raised me looked
into her eyes. He'd had a dream that night before and he dug
up her casket and out stepped Eleanor. That beautiful young
girl he never forgot, was waving him on believe it or not. When
later that day, sometime around four, he died in their house,
right there on the floor. And I thought how lucky some people
they be, to have someone to die for and waiting to see. And I
know they're together and right where they are, exploring that
Milky Way and every known star. And I thought how lucky
some people they be, as I wondered who'd be there, waiting for
me.
[Dave finishes gets a big hand, humbly makes his way back to
his seat.]
[Bob Muldoon goes to the mic and says) "Thanks Dave that was really touching."
BOB MULDOON:
'Next we have one of our regulars; Steve'
[Steve makes his way, picks up his guitar. While tuning says]
STEVE:
"I don't know about anyone else, but I can't wait for Monday
nights. I love what's going on here. I'm sure you know what I
mean. OK Here's a tune I wrote called 'Chasing After
Rainbows' I wrote it last week, so bare with me."
[Steve has a thick Maine drawl, and a husky voice. It's a
country blues song]
I don't want to be a one night lover, I don't need that kind of
pain again. I don't want to be some stranger tonight, I think
it's time to bring it to an end.
See I'm tired of all the waiting, the late night expectating,
chasing after rainbows in the dark. Like sitting on a hard
bench, wondering where the time went, feeling like a stranger
in the park. I'm tired of all the hurting, these silly games of
flirting, waiting for someone who may not care, I'm tired of all
the chasing, the times anticipating, waiting for a love that
wasn't there.
I don't want to be a one night lover, I don't need that kind of
pain again. I don't want to be some stranger tonight, I think
it's time to bring it to an end.
I guess it's time to face the hangman, time to pull the reigns
in, time to leave the shadows in the park, 'cause fools like me
are everywhere that wait for love that isn't there, still chasing
after rainbows in the dark. Chasing after rainbows, wondering
where the time goes, chasing after rainbows in the dark.
[Steve finishes and gets a big hand then sings his next song titled "Some People Think I'm Lazy".]
Some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all.
I'm just a simple kind of guy
Sometimes my head is up in the sky
Sometimes my feet are stuck to the ground
And there I stand looking around.
But that is me, that's how I am
Not really hard to understand
Don't think I'm different
If you know what I mean
Just another with a dream.
I look for love, just like you
And sometimes it makes me feel brand new
Sometimes it ends and makes me sad
And I think to myself it's really too bad.
Some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all.
I feel each day as I do night
Feel my feelings when they take flight
Sometimes they don't feel too good
And I'm guessing feelings are as they should.
See, some people want to own me
It seems they want to control me
Some just turn their backs on me
At least that's how it appears to me.
'Cause some people think I use them
Manipulate and confuse them
Some people say I even lie
And that I'm mean 'cause I don't try.
( Try for what when I'm going to die)
So some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all.
Some people ask me
What do you do?
I tell them nothing
How about you?
I like to see what comes along
Then the poetry and the song
Letting each day have its way
I guess that's why I now can say,
There's nothing that I want to become
I guess to some that means a bum
Still I know it's an awesome life
Sharing the gifts we bring to light.
So, some people think I'm lazy
Some people think I'm crazy
Some people think I have this wall
But they don't know me really at all
They don't know me, really-at-all.....
[Steve gets another big hand.]
[MC Bob walks up to the mic]
BOB MULDOON:
"Okay, next on the list is our Indian friend chief Red Eagle"
[The chief walks up slowly, he is an old man, a chair has been
placed in front of the mic, Bob the MC adjusts the mic for
him. The chief speaks.]
Chief Red Eagle:
"I am going to read a few poems by a cousin of mine,
( Narrator: Everyone is a cousin who is an Indian to him) his name is
White Bear. But before I do, a man once asked me "How
much land did you have?" I Said: "From here to there"
(Making a sweep with his hands) [The chief then starts to
recite, he is reading it. Indignities are projected on to a screen
in the background]
You took my dignity away. You took my women and children,
you made us dependent like you, now I eat fruit from a can,
you took my dignity away.
You took my dignity away. You took the Buffalo, now the fish.
You made me dependent like you, now I eat from one whose
eyes I never saw. You took our dignity away.
You took my dignity away. You took my wild flowers and the
grasses scent, you made me dependent like you. Now foul
smells fill my nostrils. You took my dignity away.
You took my dignity away. You took my land like a thief. You
made me dependent like you, now I must pay to live and move
on the land once free. You took my dignity away.
You took my dignity away. You took voices from the trees and
the winds song, you made me dependent like you. Now I listen
to loud offensive noises, they are everywhere. You took my
dignity away.
You took my dignity away. You even tried to take my religion,
to be dependent like you on some God no one has connection
with. You took my dignity away.
You took my dignity away, but like the Beaver, I too mutate,
and will, until the scent of sweet grass returns, for my spirit
patient stays, even though, you took my dignity away.'
Sacred is the land the tree the sky. Sacred are the birds the
bees the fly. Sacred are the grasses so alive. Sacred is the
stone through time survives. Sacred are the fish lakes and
streams. Sacred are the mountains and those no see-ums.
Sacred are the creepers that crawl the earth. Sacred are the
babes given in birth. Sacred are the animals rain and wind.
For Sacred is this breath WE all live in.
Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.
Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.
Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.
I sing my song to the sky above. I sing my song to the land I
love. I sing my song from my heart because, I sing my song for
the way that was.
Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.
Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.
Hey I Hey, Hey I Hey.
[The Chief finishes, people actually give him a standing
ovation. He goes back and sits down.]
[ MC Bob calls on the next person. His name is Brandon, he's
black.]
BRANDON:
"My name is Brandon, and I'm glad to be here. This is a song
I wrote, hope you like it. Hey, how about that full moon
tonight! It reminded me of a poem I once read, "Moon full
rising slow, seeing things I don't know" Okay the song, it has a
Jamaican beat, but I assure you, the inspiration for the words
came from my routes being born and raised here. I think you'll
agree after you hear it. I'm singing this because it seems to be
the right song for tonight. Here we go. It's called "The Hollow
Drum" [Has a conga drum]
Some people paint in pictures. Some people paint in verse.
Some people put up fences. Some people put up words. But
when behind those walls I found the hollow in the drum,
something told me what lies there, lies still in everyone.
Lies still in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound
that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies still in
everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's really
found inside, lies still in everyone.
I looked and saw confusion when thoughts try to compete. And
when their noise became too loud, I listened to the beat. And
when behind those walls I found the hollow in the drum,
something told me what lies there lies still in everyone.
Lies still in everyone one it does lies still in everyone. The
sound that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies still
in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's
really found inside lies still in everyone.
Now no matter how the drum is played or where the drum is
brought. I know there is a special place inside that has this
spot. 'Cause when behind those walls I found the hollow in the
drum, something told me what lies there lies still in everyone.
Lies still in everyone one it does lie still in everyone. The
sound that's really found inside lies still in everyone. Lies still
in everyone it does lie still in everyone. The sound that's
really found inside lies still in everyone.
[Big applause]
BOB MULDOON:
"OK, I think this is a good place for a break, so let's take ten.
Our Barista's name is Jacob. He'll help you with your coffee
needs"
[Stark, one of the regulars walks over to get some coffee. He
says to the Barista]
STARK:
"Hey mister, have you ever been in love? 'Cause I've got to
know something, got to know because, when I'm with my
woman, I want to be free, and when I am free, I want her back
with me. Hey mister, I think you understand, 'cause you look
like someone, whose seen it all firsthand."
Narrator: "Jacob looked with eyes cool as ice, said"
JACOB:
"Yeah son, I've been there once or twice, yeah son, I've been
there once or twice."
[Narrator: "Stark kept on talking before he shut down, said"]
STARK:
"Hey mister, please tell me what you found. Why do I feel the
way that I do, 'cause the way that I feel is nothing really new."
JACOB:
"Well son, here's some advice, everything's temporary, I've
been there once or twice, I've been there once or twice.."
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STARK:
"Hey mister, what's that all mean?"
JACOB:
"Well son it happens in between, a heart needs to go through
the molten fire to open up to things that are much higher.
We've got to learn the dance in order to see, otherwise son,
we're never really free."
STARK:
"Hey mister, tell me one more thing, have you found that
freedom, is there such a thing?"
Narrator: "Jacob looked with eyes cool as ice, said"
JACOB:
"Well son, I've been there once or twice, I've been there once
or twice. See son, man and woman have been living in unequal
terms since the myth of the Garden of Eden, and now it's up to
us to change all that psychologically. This mutual hate goes
that deep. But now we're being given the chance to right the
wrong; that is, stop the dependence and using each other."
Jacob adds: " So it's all about finding your Jaimie." Stark "My what?
What the hell is your Jaimie?" Jacob "It's another name for your soul."
Stark " Who told you that, I've never heard that before." Jacob " Oh, 
I just made it up. ha ha." Stark "Well thanks Jacob that's really awesome, ha ha."
[Stark goes to sit. Just then a lady is walking by so Stark says] " Hey, have you found your
Jaimie yet?" Lady "Huh" Stark "Oh never mind, ha ha."
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Break ends.
BOB MULDOON:
"Let's get this thing going, I'm sure it's way past the bedtime
of some of these next performers. Let's hear it for the Smith
family" (Applause)
[A dad and mom with a few kids get up. This is the first time
at the coffee house for the kids. Two of the kids are friends,
four kids in all, two boys and two girls, ages seven through
nine. Dad sits at the keyboard, he's a children's doctor.]
DR. SMITH:
"My wife and I wrote these songs with not only young people
in mind, but for those like us who want to see a better
world....Everybody ready? [Children smiling, shyly nod.] Here
we go; this is called, "Magic Man"
[They all start to sing]
City halls, prison walls, dragons on the roof, magic man if you
can, make them all go poof!
All the haze, let it raise, show us what can be, magic man if
you can, give us eyes to see.
Jealousy, selfishness, stuff we do not need magic man, if you
can, take away the greed.
Silly wars, stupid laws, dragons on the roof, magic man if you
can, make them all go poof!
Magic man, oh magic man, mix a new solution, one that ends
all poverty, and takes away pollution.
Foolish hates, steel gates, dragons on the roof, magic man if
you can make them all go poof!
Magic man, if you can, see what you can do, and when I wake,
I hope and pray, that all I ask comes true....
(Big round of applause)
DR SMITH:
"Next we're going to sing 'THE BELLY JELLY SONG. Now
for you in the audience, if you want to join in; the chorus it
goes like this, " I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly
feeling, I've got this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and
it's all because of you" OK so when I put my hand up, then
you come in" [Audience giggles] OK before we start, let me
introduce you to my wife Sally. This is my son Shawn. My
daughter Kim. This is my son and daughter's friends Randy
and Sharron. (Big hand) OK, let's start"
I can feel you in my belly, I can feel you in my toes, and my
belly feels like jelly, and it's doing belly rolls. And if you're
feeling what I'm feeling, like I'm feeling too, then maybe it's
our jelly bellies, saying I love you. (Raises his hand and all
join in)
I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've got
this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all because
of you. (Giggles and laughs)
Now this jelly's really special as far as jellies go, 'cause this
jelly tells my belly and my belly jelly knows. And if you're
feeling what I'm feeling like I'm feeling too, then maybe it's
our jelly bellies saying I love you. ( Raises his hand)
I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've got
this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all because
of you. ( Again giggles and laughs.)
See I wake up in the morning and this jelly belly's there, it's
the same when it's afternoon I feel it everywhere, and when
the evening comes along this jelly belly knows, all I need is
see you and my jelly belly rolls.. ( Raises his hand while
people giggle and laugh)
I've got a jelly belly feeling, it's a jelly belly feeling, I've got
this jelly belly feeling a jelly belly feeling, and it's all because
of you.'..
[When they finish the song the Smith's get a standing ovation.
The MC Bob Muldoon gets up to the mic and says]
BOB MULDOON:
"Well no one is going to top that, so I think this is a good time
to say goodnight, and come back next week"
[ Narrator: Night ends with the passing of the hat which as usual no one
puts anything in.]
[Someone says hi to a girl walking out.]
"Hi"
[Curtly she replies]
GIRL:
"Look I haven't got time to talk right now."
[This is her standard reply whenever anyone says hi to her.
She thinks people are out to steel her time, or hit on her, when a simple hi
would have sufficed. She does this at each of the breaks]
[ Narrator: With the coffee house closed the shade with Humphry Bogart
goes up exposing a kitchen scene. It's where Stark lives with
his wife Iris. Stark is sitting at the kitchen table. He has his
guitar in hand, and as usual is creating new work. His wife Iris
has always taken a back seat when it came to his music. He
plucks away, then writes something down on paper. Iris had
just come in late after work as a waitress, then cheerily asks.]
IRIS:
'How was your night?"
STARK:
"It was great, but don't bother me right now, because I'll forget
what I'm doing."
[Iris reaches over to touch him. Stark annoyed, brushes her off
and disappears into the other room.]
[Iris thinking, looks towards the room where Stark entered ]
IRIS:
"Can you hear me? My soul it shouts. Can't you see I have
these doubts, and my love for you is running out? I've tried so
hard to get inside, but I feel like I've been pushed aside, and
my hands are tied. You just don't see, you're losing me, and
my love for you I'll set it free. And it just won't be. The days
soon coming when I'll be gone, and you'll be wondering what
went wrong. You're just that blind. My tears like rain, each
day they fall, and you don't see them there at all, how loud
they call. But my tears connect me to the ground, a sacred
place you haven't found, though it's all around. For that is
where all life begins, and must return to rise again, and feel
the wind. Yes, I'll feel the wind, I can feel the wind, feel the
wind, just feel the wind.'
[When she finishes she sings this song "With A Little
Romance" ]
IRIS:
With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like the
willow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, just
give it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance.
Flowers with candy, dinner for two, a walk holding hands
would do nicely thank you. A passionate kiss, a gentle touch,
I'm really not asking for very much.
With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like the
willow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, just
give it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance.
Tell me I'm pretty, recite me a poem. Make me feel special let
it be shown. A telephone call just to say I love you, and you'd
be surprised at what I would do.
Steal home from work some afternoon, go for a drive wait for
the moon. Look at the stars shift through the night, and when
the sun starts to rise, hold me real tight.
With a little romance, you could have it all. I'd bend like the
willow, like a star I would fall. You have nothing to lose, just
give it a chance, 'cause I'd do anything for a little romance...
[When Iris finishes singing, she sits down at the kitchen table.
Under her breath she says, and teary]
IRIS:
"I will leave him"
[Just then there's a tableau,( a freeze frame ) Jacob the barista
walks on stage and looking at the audience recites]
JACOB:
"When the honey's gone, you will know it is time, to search
for those flowers that hold its gold. For when the honey's gone,
it's time to move on, in order for purpose once more to unfold;
when the honey's gone."
[ Narrator: No sooner does Jacob walk off when another man comes out
to face the audience. His name is Peter. He is Peter the wandering
minstrel, we saw him in the beginning. He smiles a lot. He has an English accent.
The shade is pulled back down.}
PETER:
"Right now I would like to recite this poem to you. It's called
"A Tale Of Two Loves" Now, I know what you're going to
think, but;
[Waving one of his hands towards the audience says]
I'll explain it later."
'Tis the tale of two loves who had parted their ways, one went
to sea, while the other would stay, and when she returned, they
had this to say, and this is their story, on that homecoming
day."
"Where have you been lass? Where have you been? 'Cause
your sails look torn, a bit ragged and thin. Did you find what
you went for? Would you do it again? 'Cause your riggin looks
worn lass, as the vessel you're in."
And she said: "You know why I left, you know why I left.
'Twas the thing to do, and I've got no regret. 'Cause the
thoughts that I had, inside that I kept, I could feel them each
morning, and every night as they wept. Now I caught the
waves, few days out at sea, and the wind it blew, just as hard
as could be, and I prayed and I cursed, as I cried out for
THEE, and when it turned calm, I knew I was free! Yes my
sails were torn, a bit ragged and thin, and my riggin was worn,
as the vessel I'm in. But my SOUL came alive, I can feel it
again, and that's why I left, and where I have been. I was
looking for me, feeling so lost, and was willing to chance it, no
matter the cost. 'Cause if I had stayed, I would not have
crossed, but sank to the bottom, to be covered with moss. Now
my sails will mend, and so will its mast, and the vessel I'm in
will make its way back, and I'm glad that you cared, and I'm
glad that you asked, 'cause I know that I love you, and I am
your lass."
And when she was through, a smile filled his eyes. He was
glad she was back, and her soul had revived. And they stared
for a time, to let the silence just pass, when he finally said, "
Welcome home again lass". Then he added, "And while you
were gone, I wanted to run. To chase you down, for what I
thought I had done. But the truth of it is, my soul was as lost.
And I had to stay back, till this devil was tossed. And I ranted
and raved, and I fought with desire, and I felt the burn of a
furious fire, and the dragon I clung to rode me on higher, as I
swung with my sword till the flame did retire. Now I'm glad
that you went, and I'm glad that I stayed .For our lives will be
different, as we are this day. For we answered the call, that
woke us the same, that came from our souls, to each other by
name. So here we are together at last, and I don't think it
matters, whatever will pass, 'cause I see it now, so clear as
fine glass, that this love is true, my beautiful lass."
[After
Peter finishes, he explains]
"Even though in this poem the two seem to get back together;
well, they do; but, it's not to be with each other. The poet who
wrote this poem was looking at; well; it's higher meaning.
[With that he smiles, laughs a little, then goes to leave, turns
around and says]
Oh I'll explain more later."
[ Narrator: Months pass. It's another Monday. Bob Muldoon explains the
whole intent. Then continuing,]
BOB MULDOON:
"WOW, our original intent has held up, but boy, have we
expanded our repertoire; storytellers, poets, it wouldn't
surprise me if someone gets up here and starts juggling.
[ Just then a man on a one wheel bike comes riding through 
the coffee house while at the same time juggling. Everyone 
laughs and whistles. After Bob says] "Hey, harry is a friend of mine and just popped into town,
so we thought we'd pull a fast one, let's hear it for harry."
Now next on our sign up sheet. 
(Laughter) Now next on our sign up sheet. This is a new comer to the cafe, Tex.'
[Tex had just been standing talking to another 
entertainer. Tex to him]
Tex:' Enjoy this while it lasts. I've seen these things come and
go, for a long time. In fact, I played with Biez at a coffeehouse
in Cambridge. We thought that would never end; but it did.'
[Tex makes his way to the mic]
Tex:
"Nice to be here. Just drove a hundred plus miles. Ya know
word gets out about these places, and people like me, we find
ya. Hope you like what I got. I'm a country boy with a lot of
hillbilly in him". (Laughter)
[Starts to pluck away at his guitar, then says]
Tex:
" This song happened when I broke down in Kentucky, a place called Warsaw. At first, I
thought I was in a scene out of the movie 'Deliverance'
(Laughter) But soon found out much different. I was there for
three days, and the folks there were super nice. Here goes.
There's a little country place, with a little pretty face, in
Kentucky. She's a dream that I know in her eyes she let it
show, in Kentucky.
It's a sweeter memory and the real thing, seems it's always
there never tiring. 'Cause love is in the dream for what is right,
and holding on to images now and then that come in sight, and
there's one of Kentucky tonight.
Tobacco barns, daddy's stew, good old boys, I met a few, I was
lucky. My car broke down but then I found, a friendly place, a
country town in Kentucky.
It's a sweeter memory and the real thing, seems it's always
there never tiring. 'Cause love is in the dream for what is right,
and holding on to images now and then that come in sight, and
there's one of Kentucky tonight.
There's a little country place with a little pretty face in
Kentucky. She's a star that I know in her eyes she let it show
in Kentucky. So now I have this image, I am holding on to
tight, 'cause love is in the dream for what is right, and there's
one of Kentucky tonight, and there's one of Kentucky tonight,
and there's one of Kentucky tonight. (Big Applause)
'Thank you. OK this is my last number. Being from Texas an
all; and proud of it. I wrote this song for my mommy and
daddy. Hope you like it. It's called "My Daddy Was A
Cowboy'
OH my daddy was a cowboy, my mother was the show, and
they would ride day or night with the rodeo. My daddy was a
cowboy, from a long Texas line, but my mother was that
cowboy's star in a Texas sky that shines.
Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan, where the
Rio Grand it flows. Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, a rootin tootin
Texan, down by the Alamo.
Now Texans like their freedom, just like they like some beers.
Don't like nobody messin, trying to interfere. 'Cause Texans
are real cowboys from a long Texan line, and today we know
that's someone, that's mighty hard to find.
Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan, where the
Rio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, Yippee I oh, a rootin tootin
Texan, down by the Alamo.
Now my daddy's still a cowboy, my mother's still the show, and
they still go day and night to the rodeo. My daddy's still a
cowboy from a long Texan line and my mother's still that
cowboy's star in a Texas sky that shines.
Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, sure glad I am a Texan where the
Rio Grande it flows. Yippee I eh, yippee I oh, I'm a rootin
tootin Texan and proud to let you know, I'm a rootin tootin
Texan, just thought I'd let you know. 'Thank you.' (Really big
applause)
BOB MULDOON:
"Thanks Tex, that was great, hope to see you come back again.
Next on our list is Chris."
[Chris is very energetic, mid twenties, wearing a peasant
dress. She has a tambourine]
CHRIS:
"It's nice to be here, I was wondering if I could get the man
over there to come up here with his conga drum. [She talks to
him about the beat she wants, it's fast. This is a bossa nova
and sung half in Portuguese and half in English several of the cast members 
will dance fabulously to it.]
 Chris "OK, this is for all you
girls who have been to dances; and that's all you want to do is
dance. Also if anyone feels like getting up and dancing, please
do. [Looks over at the MC. He gives a reassuring nod.] Here
goes; It's called, "All I Want To Do Is Dance With You"
All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance.
All I want to do is see it through whatever might be at chance.
That's, all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want
to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I
want to do. All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do
is dance.
All I want to do is feel what's true, all I want to do is dance.
All I want to do is see what's new, enjoying the whole
romance. I want to dance when the beat is strong, dance when
it's weak. I want to hold on, and let go, experiencing every
peak. And when the music is far away, I'll be there so I can
say, all I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is
dance.
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[The girls get up right off and start dancing, they grab some of
the guys as well. By this time everyone is up]
That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want
to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I
want to do. All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do
is dance.
All I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance,
all I want to do is dance with you, all I want to do is dance.
That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I want
to do. That's all I want to do, that's all I want to do, that's all I
want to do. All I want to do is dance with you; all I want to do
is; dance.
CHRIS:
"Hey, that was fun. Now I'm going to sing a song again for you
gals who are looking for a good time, without the strings. This
is slow, so take a rest and enjoy. Hey how about that drummer
Brandon, wasn't he great! (Big hand with whistles) This next
one is called "Full Circle"
I'm not looking for commitment, I'm not looking for no strife.
I'm just looking for a good time if and when the time is right. I
need to have my freedom, I need my time alone. Don't need to
feel the pressure, just freedom from the known.
Like the moon that comes full circle, and never is the same.
So too with hearts that meet again, they too will always
change.
The other night was good, and loving you was right. But now
it's time to let it go, and keep our feelings light. In the
meantime let's be friends, no reason not to be, let's move along
with the tide, that changes in the sea.
Like the moon that comes full circle, and never is the same, so
too with hearts that meet again, they too will always change.
I need to have my freedom, I need my time alone. Don't need
to feel the pressure; just freedom from the known...
[Finishes, thanks everyone, heads back to her seat. Along the
way, people are reaching out to her saying 'You were great"]
BOB MULDOON:
"OK moving right along; next we have Stark." (Applause)
[Gets up to the mic says]
STARK:
'Well a lot of you know my wife left me a few months ago, and
believe me, I've never felt anything so strong in my heart; and
my stomach feels like it's catching my heart's sadness; like a
soot is dripping from it. So as you can imagine, a lot of blues
have been coming to mind; as well as many questions. That's
one thing about relationships ending, it always makes for good
songwriting. It's really soul searching isn't it? Here goes, this is
called "The Woman I Love Up And Left Me"
The woman I love up and left me, tired of all my mental
games. The woman I love up and left me, now I'm tired, alone
and insane. Happened through the years when our love was
young, and I couldn't see the hurt when it was being done, the
woman I love up and left me, I was blind, I just couldn't see.
Said too many things that caused her awful pain, don't know
why I said them, but I said them all the same. The woman I
love up and left me, now I'm tired, alone and insane.
I don't pretend to understand this mystery, why two that come
together cause such misery, the woman I love up and left me, I
was blind and I just couldn't see, I was blind I just couldn't
see, I was blind I just couldn't see...
[Finishes, applause. Goes over to the keyboard]
'This song is called "I Need You."
[It's slow and very beautiful, like a prayer]
I need you like the forest needs rain, I want you as a little boy,
who is in a lot of pain. You're the soil, you're the sea, you're
the air surrounding me, and I need you like a little boy to take
away my pain. You are liquid, I am mass, you're the sparkle in
the glass. You inspire, I defend, you inquire, I descend. You're
my youth, you're my sight, you're the dream I have each night,
and I need you, like a forest needs rain.
You're the flower in the wild. You give birth to every child.
You're the shimmer, you're the mist. You're the dew when
softly lit. And like a stem you're the flower that sits upon the
end. And I need you like a forest needs rain. And like a stem
you're the flower, that sits upon the end; and I need you like a
forest needs rain....
(Applause)
BOB MULDOON: " I think this is a good place for my meatloaf song.
I wrote this after my last divorce. ha ha..How we see things different in time.
Here goes.
Well it's me and my spinach miso and rice a yellow tomato now isn't that nice.
A flower at my table with a wonderful view, but I'd rather be sharing a meatloaf with you.
I'm feeling the blues am I setting the stage? I'm here all alone while coming of age.
The refrigerator hums a God lonely sound,'Cause we'd both rather have your meatloaf around.
Ice cream and candy, sausages and beer. Pork on the table dripping in fear. Greasy old french fries
Talk full of sin, sounds good to me than the health that I'm in. No more Ginsberg, or Trungpa, Nietzsche or Blake.
I'll keep our talk simple the poets forsake. No shakespear or Joyce, Lawerence or keats, and I promise that I won't care
What I will eat.
I'll tune into T.V. I'll take up a sport. I'll even fit in my values abort. I'll buy a new car every two years,
The hell with the payments, at least you'll be here. I'll work extra hard, go back to school, fellow the fads,
Obey all the rules. I'll salute the flag, attend Sunday mass, I'll even wear spandex to show off my ass.
I'll go to aerobics, sit at the bar, talk about the old days when I was a star. I'll become a republican get super rich,
Go to executions, even pull the switch. I'll be a hero join the national guard. get a killer dog clean its shit oops I mean poop
In the yard. I really don't care, I'll learn how to take all though it sounds boring, I'll just be a fake.
We'll go to parties every Saturday night, I'll paste on a smile like every thing is all right. I'll talk about things from my point of view,
And of course my next car, "The B.M.W. Yes ice cream and candy, sausages and beer, pork on the table dripping in fear
greasy old french fries, talk full of sin. Sounds good to me? Well, I better think this again!....ya ya ya
Bob Muldoon.
"OK, now we have Carl, let's hear it for Carl." (Applause)
[Carl gets up, he has an air about him; an air of just being
free, like he has real peace of mind.]
CARL:
"My name is Carl, and here's a few tunes I wrote, that I hope
just make you feel good. The first is called, "I belong". I was
at my first pagan ritual, which wasn't pagan at all. In fact, it
was down right holy. At least that's what I got out of it.
Anyway, that experience inspired this. The tune is like a folkie
Jazz.'
I like the breeze through my toes; flowers for my nose, dancing
'round a fire with moon. I like things that are real, things I can
feel, even singing when I'm out of tune.
I like day times, nighttime's, any times the right time, for
whatever comes along; 'cause when it does, I feel it because,
life tells me that I belong.
It's a sidewalk to sit, lips fresh to kiss, simple as things like
that. Things that are real, things I can feel, like my friend who
weaves her own hats.
I like doing my wash in a sink by hand, touching the clothes I
wear. And a fence for a line, a tree or a vine, and a dryer a
thing called air.
I like making things to give away, to people some I don't know.
'Cause when I do, I feel what is true, and real's not a word just
to say.
It's a child I watched, giggling with joy, playing with two dogs
as friends. When they'd chase him down, he'd fall to the
ground, and his laugh any heart would bend.
He'd go back for more in their game of tag, a tot still under
three, and again under chase, a tag would be placed, and his
freedom touched the real in me.
It's saying I love you and meaning it, even though it's someone
just met. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU! From the heart
when its candle is lit.
And it's day times, nighttime's, any times the right time, for
whatever comes along. For when it does, I feel it because, life
tells me that I belong, and it's simple like the words in this
song, and it's simple like the words in this song; oh ya....(Big
applause)
"Next, is one I wrote called, "The Morning Song" It's a little
jazzy. Here goes."
It's the morning song with a good old beat, it's the morning
song to get you on your feet, it's the morning song day or night,
it's the morning song to keep you in the light.
And it's all right, you're going to be all right, there's peace in
sight stay in the light dance through this night, it's gonna be
all right.
Just smile smile smile, smilin gets ya high. Just smile smile
smile, don't believe the lie.
Just smile smile smile, know that you can fly. Just smile smile
smile, all you need is try.
When in the middle of a storm and your sails are torn, and you
cannot see the shore, and your boats adrift and pain you suffer
it, and you feel all alone. When life is cruel as it can be, and
you ask this question why why me, and no answer comes no
matter what you do, then this morning song is just for you.
It's the morning song with a good old beat, it's the morning
song to get you on your feet, it's the morning song to make you
want to dance, the morning song says you have another chance
to
Smile smile smile, smilin gets ya hi. Just smile smile smile,
don't believe the lie.
Just smile smile smile, keep light and love alive. Just smile
smile smile, 'cause you're the reason why.
And it's all right, you're gonna be all right, there's peace in
sight stay in the light dance through this night it's gonna be all
right, you're gonna be all right; you're gonna be all right oh
yes you are....(Big applause, whistles and cat calls)
 
BOB MULDOON:
"OK, now we have Flower, how about a nice hand for Flower"
[Flower like Carl has that air of peace about her, it's a humble
confidence]
FLOWER:
" I want to sing this song which is another creation myth. I want to sing it
because of the child that's in us all who just loves stories. At least I do."
[ While she sings this a woman dressed in green dances a modern dance she will also dance to her second song. ]
[Just then a woman boldly walks into the room, she is in her
early thirties, short cropped hair, she wears glasses. She
stands beside some tables]
Flower starts to begin when
[ The woman who boldly walked in says]
WOMAN:
"Please tell us your name, where you're from; and please
speak up."
[Narrator: "People at the coffee house are in shock. This is the
first time tolerance wasn't observed".]
[Flower smiles]
Flower:
"Well, my name is Flower; and, I'm from a very far off place, and that's all you need to know.
Is this loud enough?" Woman nods her head yes.
[ Narrator: Flower is smiling at the woman, perhaps remembering a time
when she was where she was at.]
[The woman was indignant with this false confidence.]
[A tableau]
[The woman faces the real audience and recites this poem;
she's very loud about it] Woman:
'In the middle of a dream where nothing is real, but the feel.
You know what I mean. It's on the big screen. Every night it
plays. Tune in; what do you THINK? Isn't it rather mixed UP!
All that stuff. Like, stepping on bubble gum with your brand
new J.C. Penney shoes on isn't it. Who said pleasant dreams,
happy dreams sweet dreams? There more like echoes that
bounce off distant stars. Come closer;
now listen, THOUGHTS DON'T STOP, No matter what THEY
say. Better just get used to it. Because; NO one loves YOU
anyway. Even when you're DEAD. Did I just say THAT word,
DA DA DEAD? THAT land, you know, like uh, Hershey
kisses so neatly wrapped in foil that says, GUARANTEED to
retain that same sweet taste for ever and ever; and ever. I
really don't think so, but what do I know about sweet familiar
tastes? My NEIGHBORS know, THEY know everything! So
maybe you can just ask THEM. But, if you do, remember this;
is there such a thing as a Hershey kiss when in a dream you're flying
through the air between buildings during rush hour trying to
make a safe landing, while everybody's watching? Let me
know."
[She returns with the others in tableau]
[Barista faces the real audience, says]
JACOB:
"Don't know what will come tomorrow, be it joy, or be it
sorrow. Don't know what if need to borrow, be it sword, or be it
laurel. Only know what comes to follow, be it full, or be it
hollow."
[Things resume]
FLOWER:
"Here goes.
 This is my first song In the land of cha loo lee
In the land of cha loo lee Where The mountains touch the sky,
There lives the rarest flower, and if seen one never dies.
it lives deep inside a cave far away from sight, there among crystals 
that shimmer in its light.
It is said when God made the earth, and the future he had seen, 
he was saddened by what he saw, when this flower turned to green. 
And when God he saw this he was taken by its love, and so he placed 
it in this cave on a mountain high above.
Then he said, my special flower you are the purist green, 
and so he gave this flower, a pair of eyes to stand between.
and then with a gentle touch each petal he pulled down,
for never would they ever close, because of what they found.
Then he said I will take you from you a little bit of green,
and I will give it every now and then, to rarest of the beings.
and with it some magic, and the power to heal, then he kissed
it with his own sweet lips to place his sacred seal.
Now for those who want to go, (and not just to see)in search of 
this chosen flower, for all of its beauty. They themselves must
be, of the courageous kind, with open eyes and opened hearts, 
and a willingness to shine.
But first one must meet the green eyes of her kin, for through
their eyes it is known, who's ready to begin. for they hold the
power the magic and the key, for one to find that secret path, 
to the cave in Cha Loo Lee.
( Big hand)
Now for my second song its called "That's What I Do" and it was inspired by a group called Sigur Ros.
They are a music group from Iceland and this what I felt about what they do.
"That's What I Do."
I play to the Mountain
I play to the sea 
I play to the clouds 
Standing over me.
I play to the church 
where steeple stands
I play to the emptiness
That time expands.
Chorus
( I play to the feeling
Inside that's true
I play the God 
That plays for you
That's what I do
That's what I do
I play the God 
That plays for you.
That's what I do.)
I play to the rocks
I play to the wind
I play to the fields
The song within.
I play to the hearts
I play to the souls
I play to the young
who will never grow old.
Chorus:
( I play to the feeling
Inside that's true
I play the God
That plays for you
That's what I do
That's what I do
I play the God 
That plays for you.
That's what I do.)
I play to the hawk
I play to the night
I play to the stars
That give their light.
I play to the snows
I play to the rains
I play to the past
That holds its name.
I play it now 
It cannot die
I play its memory
And watch it fly.
(Chorus)
(I play to the feeling
Inside that's true
I play the God
That plays for you
That's what I do 
That's what I do
I play the God
That plays for you.
That's what I do.
(Applause)
[Flower walking back to her seat says to the woman]
FLOWER:
"And what's your name?"
WOMAN:
'Sylvia'
FLOWER:
"That's nice" [Flower smiles]
[Bob Muldoon goes to the mic; he's a little perturbed]
BOB MULDOON:
"I think we better take a break"
[People are buzzing, this was a first. Stark walks over to Jacob
the coffee guru. Says]
STARK:
"What the hell do you think about that?"
JACOB:
"I had a vision back in 1995. I saw a Crow in mid air. There
was a circle of mosquitoes around it so thick the Crow was
stopped in its flight. There also was another, a baby Crow, it
was off to the side on the ground in a nest, and a circle of
mosquitoes was around it as well. I thought, those mosquitoes
are going to kill that Crow in mid air, but just as soon as I
thought that the mosquitoes disappeared and the Crow in mid
air was now a white lamb. So I knew this is how transformation
was going to happen, through irritation, until so much
irritation humbles us to finally, and willingly; give up control
and give that control back to God. In fact I even wrote a poem
about it called 'A Plan Coming Down' Would you like to hear
it?"
STARK:
"Of course I would."
JACOB: " I will sing it."
There's a plan coming down so at least I have found, and at
times it's so painful I just cry. There's a change going on and I
hope it won't last long, 'cause I feel if it does I'm going to die.
I'm trying to hang in but my skin is getting thin from the fire
that is burning me inside. But I know I'm not alone, that's
because I have been shown, and it's something to do with my
pride. And it's painful; 'cause there's no place to hide.
I stumble and I fall and believe me that ain't all, I kick and
scream to let me have my way. But, I've also kissed the snow
for times it was no go, 'cause I wouldn't have the chance I
have today.
I've seen mosquito's circle crows so thick the mind it blows,
and felt their irritation like my own. But, there was a
transformation which seems this destination when I also saw a
place above I'd flown, and I knew that I would go there; it was
home.
STARK:
"You know, that really makes sense, that irritation and all
because that's what I feel has been happening to me... thanks Jacob".
[Dave Black the poet walks over to the three Indians sitting
together]
DAVE BLACK:
"Can I sit with you for a minute? I have something I've been
wanting to ask you."
[The chief motioned with his hand offering Dave a chair]
DAVE BLACK:
"I've been wondering about that pipe I see you smoking, I
notice you light it from the bottom, and I've never seen
anything like that before."
CHIEF RED EAGLE:
"In order for you to understand this pipe, I will have to tell
you a story about White Buffalo Calf Woman. Because she is
the sacred woman who brought our ancestors the very first
pipe. You see, back then, which, was a very long time ago, two
young hunters were out looking for game, when they saw this
beautiful woman dressed in white buckskin. One had lustful
thoughts for her, while the other one knew her as a holy
woman. She then waved the one with the lustful thoughts to
come to her. When he got to her, a cloud was to cover them
both, and when it lifted, the young man had been reduced to
bones that lay on the ground with snakes running through
them. She then told the other one to go back to his village and
tell the chief to prepare a really large tipi to house everyone,
because she had something special to give them.
When she came she had a bundle, when she opened it there
was a pipe inside. She instructed them on how to use it , and
that all their prayers would rise up in the smoke to be heard
by Wagan Tanka, or God. She then told them that she would
return again at the end of time, and to pass this story down.
She said others would know of her return, because she would
come back as a White Buffalo that would change colors
several times. Which she demonstrated upon leaving the
village. Well recently, two White Buffalo's were born on a
cousin's reservation in South Dakota.
Now a more recent cousin had a vision of White Buffalo Calf
Woman, and soon after made this pipe, which as you noticed
lights up from the bottom. Its meaning is to think a new
direction, that it's not too late to turn ourselves around. It was also
revealed to him the original intent of the story of those two
hunters that first saw White Buffalo Calf Woman. What was
revealed was this. First, there was only one hunter. The lustful
part of him was only too eager to approach her, and the other
part of him saw her for what she was, very sacred. But that
side was self-righteous. The snake represented wisdom, which
one day he would receive. So the lesson is this; every woman
is a sacred woman, and when she waves you to come to her, it
is important to do that, but go with patience and respect. Then
she will receive you, for she is to be embraced, and though
desire in and of itself is not love, love has desire in it. For
nothing would exist, if it were not for the love of the one who
stands above us all, and his desire for it to be. So with wisdom
and understanding we will realize both extremes need to be
brought together."
[When the Indian finishes telling the story to Dave, He adds]
CHIEF:
"The stem of the pipe reflects male energy, the bowl; female.
When you put the two together, you create a spark. The spark
turns into a flame, and purifies what's inside. Then when it is
freed in the smoke, there is a perfect balance of male and
female energy never to be separated. Just thought you'd like to
think about that." [Chief laughs]
[As Dave starts to walk away, the woman with the chief (His
sister) says]
CHIEFS SISTER:
"I think your job is to slay the monster."
[Dave turns and says]
DAVE:
"Who is this monster?"
CHIEFS SISTER:
"You are." [She follows this with a laugh]
[Dave is dumb founded, walks back to his seat]
[Next, Two Feathers, says hi to the girl who never has time to
stop]
TWO FEATHERS:
"HI"
GIRL:
"I don't have time to talk right now"
[Two Feathers chuckles, says to his friends]
TWO FEATHERS:
"These poor white people, their time is so important to them.
It reminds me of this white man, when he asked if I had ever
been to the area where he lived. When I said I had, he then
asked me how long it took to get to the reservation from there.
I said I don't know that. This annoyed him. What do you mean
you don't know he says. I say, well when we leave we just go,
when we get there we just do. Ha Ha; I think I saw a light go
on inside him. Ha Ha."
[ Narrator: Just then Two Feathers has this quick thought. Sees each
person in the coffeehouse coming up to them asking a couple
of questions. They have formed a line and one by one walk up
and quickly ask their question, then stand aside waiting for a
reply, Two Feather's thinks Ever since the white man first stepped on to this soil,
he has always asked them how to do this and how to do that, and still
this HOW continues to this day."
[Conga drum plays a fast beat , first person walks up to the
Indians who are now standing near the real audience]
[First person] [This is done very quickly]
'How do you plant the corn? How do you fish the streams?'
[Next person]
'How do you ride your horse? How do you stitch your seams?'
[Next person]
'How do you reach the stars? How do you travel so far?'
[Next person]
'How do you know these things? How do you get your wings?'
[The three Indians answer while doing the Macarana. They do
this every time they answer. Those asking the questions then
mimic the dance.]
INDIANS:
'How? It's a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.'
[Next person]
'How do you sow your seeds? How do you fill your needs?'
[Next person]
'How do you string your beads? How do you stop what
bleeds?'
[Next person]
'How do you sing your song? How do you stay so strong?'
[Next person]
'How do you let it be? How do you live so free'
INDIANS:
'How, It's a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.'
[Next person]
'How do you give your heart? How do you even start?'
[Next person]
'How do you fix your stare? How do you see what's there?'
[Next person]
''How do you paint with life? How do you feel its worth?
How do you plant the corn? How do you love this earth?
INDIANS:
'How? It's a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.'
[Next person]
'How do you heal the sick? How do you make it stick?
[Next person]
'How do you face the sun? How do you know you're one?
[Next person]
'How do you deal with doubt? How do you go without?' How
do you rise up high? How do you touch the sky?'
INDIANS:
'How? It's a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how. 
How? It's a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.
How? It's a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.
How? It's a pow wow, we listen now, then do the how how how how.
[All those who asked the questions join in and mimic ]
[Two Feather's ends his thought, he has a big smile on his
face.]
CHIEF RED EAGLE;
"What is that smile all about"
TWO FEATHER'S:
"Oh nothing, hee hee."
[MC opens it back up]
BOB MULDOON:
"I think I'm going to sing another song I wrote; it's called
"Simple Lives The Bird"
[Slow beat]
An old man once had told me, and his eyes they seemed to
know. If you want to have some peace of mind, keep it simple
as you go. Then he said, here's a poem, keep it by your side.
And if you want your freedom, in these words you must abide.
Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing,
holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky,
doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.
Let it go, let it be, letting go is to be free.
I had a lot of wood to burn, I was thicker than a fur, 'cause
what the old man told me, was nothing but a blur. I was taught
to lie cheat and steel, and to cover up my sins, and nothing
really mattered, except that I must win.
Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing,
holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky,
doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.
Let it go ,let it be, letting go is to be free.
I lived to work , not worked to live , with nothing more to
show, I guess I forgot what the old man said, keep it simple as
you go. I'm working so much less now, enjoying it much
more, I got rid of all the useless strife, I truly did endure. And
I really just don't give a damn if I'm a loner or I'm poor, the
old man's poem changed my life, and this is what I'm striving for.
Simple lives the bird, master of the sky, barely flaps a wing,
holds the record high. Simple lives the bird, master of the sky,
doing what comes naturally, naturally to fly.
Let it go let it be, letting go is to be free...
(Applause)
Thank you and that's it for tonight, so thanks for coming, and
see you next week."
Narrator: "The shade with Marilyn Monroe's picture on it goes
up. The scene is Flower's porch. Flower has a day dream, sees
herself singing a song she wrote called "Fairies Dancing". She
is at the coffeehouse, a tree has been erected in the middle of
the floor and Fairies dance around it while she sings."
FLOWER:
In the evening when the moon comes up from behind the
sycamores, and the fairies dance, just above the fields, to the
sounds of the outdoors. You can see them twirl and spin
around, as they gladly take encores, in the evening when the
moon comes up from behind the sycamores.
Fairies dance twirl and spin, circling 'round the trees, fairies
dance with their kin, an evening summer breeze. You can see
them there if you look real hard, with a heart that's really
pure, in the evening when the moon comes up from behind the
sycamores.
The moon, the stars, the nighttime shades, the peepers in the
woods. The smell of flowers that kiss the air, from dreams
under their hoods. Fairies dance, twirl and spin, having done
their daily chores, in the evening when the moon comes up
from behind the sycamores.
Narrator: "When the fairies leave after dancing , a circle of
mushrooms pop up around the tree. It is called a fairies ring ,
a sure sign of their presence."
Narrator: "Again months pass. A lot has happened since
Sylvia broke the code of tolerance. Many others who had been
holding back started adding their two cents. Half the usual
crowd is gone. Bob opens, skipping his usual introduction,
Bob irritated says."
BOB MULDOON:
"OKay, there is no more smoking, and no passing of the hat,
which really doesn't matter because no one put anything into it
anyway. OKay, Brandon."
BRANDON:
"Onetime I was sitting and watching some pigeons landing on
the roof of a building, someone then asked me where do
pigeons go when they die. Anyway, that remark inspired this
song. It's called, "Do We Really Have To Know"
[With his conga drum he starts his Jamaican beat.]
Do we really have to know where birds go when they die. Do
we really have to know how those birds got to fly. Do we really
have to know, every little thing between you and I. Do we
really have to know where love goes when it says goodbye.
Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we really have to
know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we really
have to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo, do we
really have to know, do we really have to know, do we really
have to know.
Do we really have to know why some fish swim upstream. Do
we really have to know what they do if you know what I mean.
Do we really have to know every little thing or can we let it go
like some offering, do we really have to know do we really
have to know do we really have to know.
Do we really have to know why the moon circles in the sky. Do
we really have to know how those tears come to cry. Do we
really have to know how it all began like those things we can
never understand, do we really have to know do we really have
to know do we really have to know.
Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we really have to
know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we really
have to know. Do we really have to know wo wo wo wo do we
really have to know, do we really have to know, do we really
have to know. Do we really have to know, do we really; have;
to know.
(Applause, from what is left of the crowd)
BOB MULDOON:
"The chord to the P.A needs some adjusting, should only take
a few minutes, be right back."
[With that Carl walks over to Flower and says]
CARL:
"No chance it is that we should meet, yet never known for
sure. Your face, your hair, those smiling eyes, I've seen them
all before. No doubt it was another time, predestined by our
fate. I know it now for seeing you, there could be no mistake.
You've touched the deep, some call it soul, I've known it as a
void. Yes you somehow a part of me, it's you that I've adored.
Oh yes my fair, I know you well, and heaven isn't far. When
all I do is close my eyes, and there again you are.'
[Flower gives him an understanding smile. Both are glowing.]
BOB MULDOON:
"OKay, that's fixed. Next we have Carl, let's hear it for Carl."
(Applause)
Carl:
"Tonight is a special night, and what I have is a song and poems
that reflect that."
[Carl glances in Flower's direction and begins]
"This first one is called, "So Would I". He sings this.
'If the moon had wings it would leave the sky, to come here
below to be by your side; so would I.
If trees could walk I know that they would, to be closer to you;
that is if they could; so would I.
And if rivers and streams backwards could flow, the ocean
would follow letting you know; so would I.
And if birds could talk in our on tongue, they would say to you
that you are the one; so I try.
And our sun and stars and planets above would shape into
hearts beating with love, and if could change as truly should,
to what can be instead of could, you would fly; and so, would;
(Next poem)
"I could stare at your face for a lifetime, with my back turned
to the sea. I could stare at your face for a lifetime, because
your face is so beautiful to me.
I've seen the blue bird lift its wing, the sun kiss the dew. I've
watched as night stood helplessly, when the moon came passing through.
I've looked upon the rich red rose, and the lilies tender skin.
But I've never seen a face like yours, no matter where I've
been.
I could stare at your face for a lifetime, with my back turned to
the sea. I could stare at your face for a lifetime, because your
face is so beautiful to me."
(End of poem)
"And last."
"Love is all I have, no more, no more. Love is all I have, no
more. But if it's love that you want, love you're looking for; I
won't keep what I have, no more; no more.'
'Thank you.' (Applause)
Narrator: "After Carl takes his seat, Flower walks over to him and
sings to him "My Prayer Is Your Prayer"; she also sits on the floor
beside his chair. She tells him later it was her way of making her
claim on him, much like the way her sheep will do that she raises."
Flower:
"My prayer is your prayer
For someone to love.
Someone who's sent
Sent from above.
Someone to touch
To touch our soul.
Someone when together
Will make us feel whole.
Someone that makes
Each day a joy.
With a smile from inside
That's not just a ploy.
Someone to share
The same hopes too.
Someone who really
Really knows you.
When two hearts truly
Beat the same.
They call those souls
When together Twin Flames.
And I know we are called
Together by name.
As is above
So below it's the same.
Also every person
That comes into our lives.
Are there for a reason
For us to grow wise.
Like every obsession
Helps us to see.
We're not in control
As we think we to be.
See, we are humans
Filled with needs.
Needing affection
Or egos to feed.
Or just to be touched
For no reason to name.
'Cause feelings are feelings
Though different the same.
It's true we can love
And love many times.
Feeling it deeply
That love that is mine.
But only with Soul mates
Is that love refined.
Only with Soul mates
Does that love it shine..
So I need to be with you
I need you to feel.
'cause that is my prayer
To feel what is real.
And my prayer is our prayer
I'm thinking just of.
'Cause today I am feeling
That Twin Flame of LOVE...."
[After Flower sings "My Prayer Is Your Prayer", a tableau comes in
 and Jacob the barista recites the poem "When Souls Connect" he does
 this in front of the 'real' audience.]
"When Souls connect
So will thoughts
And a feeling
You are home.
When Souls connect
So will hearts
No more to be
Alone.
No mountain, sea,
Or prison bars
Will ever come between,
For when Souls connect
A love is there,
Just there; as one
In being..."
Narrator:
[Right after this, Carl and Flower start seeing each other. During
that time of exploring and getting to know each other fully, he writes
these three poems which she and their experiences inspires. He recites them
to her and gives them to her as a gift.]
Narrator: These are the poems he read to her."
Narrator reads.
I TASTE.
I taste what makes life possible,
I taste the precious.
I taste the mystery
Hidden between those swollen walls.
I taste the beginning and the end.
I taste, and it becomes part of me,
Closer than my skin.
I taste the past, present, and future.
I taste its purpose, that pleasure,
That intensity.
I taste what remains,
That which just; IS.
I taste its intimacy,
Like a shade , or veil
That covers its eye.
I taste its importance, that sacrifice.
I taste the fire from its heart
That burns my tongue, yet soothes.
I taste what only it has been allowed,
I taste its sweet secret, its power of persuasion.
I taste but a sample of only which,
It will ever know.
THAT magnitude,
Which leaves my pleasure pale.
I taste that which makes me
Come back for more.
In want of what it has,
Its rapture, its bliss.
I taste that love that spews,
Like a dam released, unplugged.
Washing me till my soul is pleased,
And all this because, I tasted; you!
Next for you Flower.
YOU
You teased my heart
Till it played
It's song of love
The one it held so deep
I didn't even know
Where it was
Or, if it even existed.
Yes you
The one that awoke
This music within
That music that some
May even call its sin
As if it's a place
Not to be crossed
Like a place reserved
For some false Gods.
Yet when the music played
It rose within me
Like a magical wave
That washes, polishing
Stones into gems
Gems to be set and worn
By the newly ordained
Kings and queens.
With the rest being strewn
About the sea
Setting it afire.
And in this song
This feeling, a texture
In music I could touch
Pressing my fingers deep
Into its liveness
As much so to taste it
On my finger tips
Like one might a tear
That comes to the eye
Of a love.
And now I wonder
How I ever could have forgot
When you were always there
You- You
This song in my heart....
So Warm, So Warm!
I never thought I'd feel like this
Wanting to love you every day
I never thought I'd want a kiss
That would never go away
I never thought I'd love someone
With a love that felt so pure
I never thought I'd say these words
This love I have is sure~ Amour, Amour.
I stare at you I stare at you
Through eyes that see complete
A beauty that my soul's compelled
To rise for it must speak
It does when I'm alone in thought
Thoughts just filled with you
And so I write them down because
That is what I do
'Cause you are who I think about
When morning fills with light
'Cause you are always with me now
And so it is I write
And when I'm in your presence
The words just melt away
For everything is so complete
There's nothing more to say
For there's a glow that says it all
I know it's always true
'Cause every time I feel so warm
When I am next to you....I love you.
(Finishes and then adds)
I wish I could have written that I mean
To have such inspiration....
BOB MULDOON:
'Next we have Dave Black' (Applause)
DAVE BLACK:
'I want to read three pieces to you. The first is because of
what I see happening here, and personally; I don't like
suppression of any kind. So, Don't Give Me Any Rules'.
This is a rap.
'Don't give me any rules that say conform. It only makes for
waves like in a storm. Don't tell me what is right or what is
wrong, just let me have some space where I belong.
No rules will ever teach me how to see, because those answers
are inside of me. And if I am ever to be free, I need to have
that place where I can be.
I've watched a thistle flower and spread her wings, I've also
come across the bee that stings, yet known the joy that only
laughter brings, when finding pleasure in the simple things.
So don't give me any rules that say conform, don't tell me what
is right or what is wrong, I only need someplace where I
belong, and then just maybe we might get along.
When I am left alone it all comes naturally, 'cause everything I
do I know comes back to me. Don't give me any rules, don't
give me any rules, don't give me any rules.'
'Next I have this Monster's Manifesto. Awhile back, one of my
Indian friends; back there, (Points a finger) said that my job
was to slay the monster. When I asked who this monster was
that I was supposed to slay. The chiefs sister White Owl said, I
was that monster. So, I contemplated that and this is what
came out. 'The Monster's Manifesto'
'Distance speaks through candles, a cluttered table, and the
envelope I write on. Today I saw it in vacant eyes; tonight, the
moon, appearing at the end of clouds that funneled.
A night without wind, smell, or sound. Just distance. Death
seems friendlier; closer, closer than this hand that just rubbed
its forehead, or the smoke sucked from my pipe, or the leg
crossed over the other; like my back hunched, or this heart I
cannot feel beating. Hell must be this place, this distant place,
where thoughts don't stop.
Thoughts, one and the same, the same one that drives us,
drives us to add another room to an already over sized house.
Or; another item on a crowded menu, to our shopping sprees
for those extra clothes, and of course the toys, none of which
we really need. Just thoughts introduced and carried out by
the monster out of control.
Thoughts, one and the same, that took the corner market to the
supermarket, to the mega market. The diner to fast food
chains. It is the same collective obsessiveness shared by the
megalomaniac, the rapist, the pariah, the law maker, the law
breaker. It is the same energy, the same action, thoughts
consuming the thinker.
Thoughts, reflections swimming through cartilage of bone
called brain, like a chunk of coral that accepts the sea around
it without challenge, swinging with each tide. It is the same
action from thoughts that permeate sleep, devouring the
sleeper with anger, hate, jealousy, envy, fear and the like.
It's the ism, the next cause, the next franchise, the next
library. It computes, salutes, and shoots. It's the monster of the
Dalis, Picassos, we call it being prolific. But it's the one
hundredth song, the one hundredth book, the one hundredth
chip, the one hundredth monkey.
Starting locally, it spreads regionally to nationally, till globally.
It is a cancer, a fungus, a virus. Now it is spreading faster than
a shadow when sweeping a landscape, as it does just before a
cloud blocks the sun. Neitche discovered it in Zarathustra,
soon after which he went insane. T.S. Eliot in his Wasteland,
though he continued to live like the bourgeois. Ezra Pound
realized it in his final years with the knowledge he was a
moron. Einstein, when envious of a plumbers life.
And so it is I finish 'Thoughts manifesto', and welcome
putting THIS Monster's bones to rest.'
(Finished)
Job the barista faces
the audience and says]
JACOB:
'This world is where the silvers left from all the tears that one
has wept. Inside the heart the gold is kept while thieves not
knowing; on it slept.'
(Tableau ends)
BOB MULDOON:
'Well that's it for tonight, be careful going home'
Narrator: "Once again months are going by, during that time
only a few people are in attendance each Monday. Bob
Muldoon is gone, all the musicians; even the girl who first
broke the code of tolerance. Once the audience was gone, so
was she. Jacob the barista hangs in as do a few poets."
Narrator: "A shade goes up its Sylvia's bedroom. She sleeps on
the floor. This is a carry over from her stay in a mental
institution she had been released from when first coming to
the coffeehouse. Sylvia dreaming has a spirit woman appear to
her. The spirit woman says."
SPIRIT WOMAN:
'Woman, through your womb pyramids were built, empires
destroyed towers that tilt. Through your womb rainbows
appear; chaos, confusion, reason and fear.
Through your womb waves they rise, tempests, droughts,
changing skies. Through your womb the candle was born, the
flax, the flicker, from flame it adorns.
Through your womb every war has been fought, winners and
losers, and peace that was sought. Through your womb new
stars are found, new tears, new joys, new destinies bound.
Through your womb light was shed, over darkness death from
wounds that bled. Through your womb every gender must pass,
every shade, every type, every size, every class.
Through your womb comes anger and hate, with love relentless
sealing their fate. Through your womb the magic and myth,
illusion and beauty that all somehow fits; through, your
womb."
"Sylvia, those who take on the world raise themselves, while those who take
on themselves, raise the world."
[Spirit woman is dressed in black and white, and
with several of the cast members circling around Sylvia they sing this 
song "Let it Go".]
Let it go Sylvia let it go. Let it go let it go.
Let it go Sylvia let it go. Let it go let it go.
Let it go mm mm Sylvia let it go, let it go. let it go let it go.
Let it be Sylvia let it be. let it go let it go.
Let it be Sylvia let it be. Let it go let it go.
Let it be mm mm Sylvia let it be, Let it go. let it go let it go.
Come on home Sylvia come on home. Let it go let it go.
Come on home Sylvia come on home. Let it go let it go.
Come on home mm mm Sylvia come on home, let it go let it go let it go.
Here's the Key Sylvia here's the key. Let it go let it go.
Here's the key Sylvia here's the key. Let it go let it go.
Here's the key mm mm Sylvia here's the key, let it go let it go let it go.
Sing this song Sylvia sing this song. Let it go let it go.
Sing this song Sylvia sing this song. Let it go let it go.
Sing this song mm mm Sylvia sing this song, let it go let it go let it go.
When the sun comes up when the sun goes down let it go let it go
When the wheel it turns and night comes 'round let it go let it go
When the heat is on mm or it's stone cold mm mm
When the rain hits hard mm and those rivers flow Let it go, let it go let it go.
Do it now Sylvia do it now. let it go let it go.
Do it now Sylvia do it now. Let it go let it go.
Do it now mm mm Sylvia do it now, let it go let it go let it go.
Just be love Sylvia just be love. Let it go let it go.
Just be love Sylvia just be love Let it go let it go..
Just be love mm mm Sylvia just be love, let it go let it go let it go.
You will see Sylvia you will see let it go let it go.
You will see Sylvia you will see let it go let it go.
You will see mm mm Sylvia you will see, oh ya
Letting go, mm mm is to be free. let it go let it go let it go.
When the sun comes up when the sun goes down. Let it go let it go.
When the wheel it turns and night comes 'round let it go let it go.
When the heat is on mm mm or it's stone cold mm mm
When the rain hits hard mm mm and those rivers flow
Let it go, let it go let it go.
Let it go mm Sylvia let it go. Let it go let it go let it go
Just be love mm Sylvia just be love let it go. Let it go let it go.
Do it now mm Sylvia do it now let it go let it go let it go....
[Spirit woman and cast disappear and Sylvia has this instant catharsis.
She gets up and walks towards the audience and says] Sings
SYLVIA:
'I'm tired of all the fixin, and the messin with the mixin,
trying to improve the recipe. You see on closer introspection,
I've been messin with perfection, and things don't need to
change; it's only me?
Oh no, things don't need to change? Oh God things don't need
to change? What will I do if things don't need to change, when
the only thing that needs to change is me?
Now the reason for the friction, is I have this one addiction,
that wants to change everything I see. But I'm tired of all the
fixin and the messin with the mixin 'cause I can't improve a
perfect recipe.
[Whimsically she says this]
I took the caffeine out of coffee, the sugar out of ice cream, the
spices out of pizza and some cheese. Then I went to regulatin,
like smokin and spectatin; then almost passed a law; that said
no one could sneeze!
Oh no, things don't need to change? Oh God, things don't need
to change? What will I do, if things don't need to change?
When the only thing that needs to change is me! '
[END OF FIRST ACT]
INTERMISSON
ACT ' 2
[A shade is up showing a small back yard studio.]
Narrator: "It's a few months after September 11th. Bob
Muldoon is putting the best of the music that came from the
coffeehouse on to a finished tape, just as he said they would.
He is in the studio with Stark, who is helping him. They are
just finishing up, when Bob's wife Cindy comes bursting in.
She's almost out of breath."
CINDY: "Guess what just happened; they liberated Kabul, and
guess what the first thing the people did there?'
BOB MULDOON:
'The men cut their beards off'.
'CINDY'
'NO'
STARK:
'The ladies showed their faces'
CINDY:
'NO; you know what they did; they turned the music back
on!'
[Bob quickly replies]
BOB MULDOON:
'Well I guess that only proves that YOU CAN'T STOP THE
MUSIC. Let's call everyone and get back to the coffeehouse;
what do you say?'
STARK:
'That's a great idea; let's do it!'
BOB MULDOON:
'Look its Tuesday; let's shoot for next Monday.'
STARK:
'Sounds good to me.'
Narrator: " So the coffeehouse music night is back on. Bob
takes his place as emcee which everyone welcomes, even
those who kept it going."
BOB MULDOON:
"Well it's really great to be back here again, and to see all you
regulars, I've missed you all. (Applause) Well needless to say,
I know how shocking September 11th was, and it sure has
changed things, hasn't it? You know the first thing they did
when Kabul was liberated, was to turn the music back on,
which only proves you can't stop the music. (Big applause,
whistles, and banging on the tables) And when my wife Cindy
broke the news to Stark and me, we were just completing this
tape I have here in my hand, (Holds it up) which was our
objective. And in spite of our going apart, it's true, you can't
stop the music, no matter how you try! OK, first on our list is
Dave Black, and it looks like he can't wait to get up here."
DAVE BLACK:
"It's so good to be up here, and see so many people back. Now
I'm going to connect several poems I wrote, so think of this as
one piece. I'm going to sort of sing them, it's almost a rap. Can
you believe that coming from me? Brandon will play the
conga. Now as a poet, I have to write what I feel and see. My
work is more at feeding the shadow radiant food; which
shadow we all have in us. So please keep that in mind. OKay
here we go; oh, and by the way, remember, "The devil you see
is the devil you are." OKay here we go.'
[This is to a very fast beat]
Freedom is a fairy tale writ by many known to few a spiders
web one chance in twenty, will escape its slanted view.
Making circles in the sand. Now this tale of life is a dead
man's song, and for you right now it won't be long. No matter
how righteous no matter how wrong, it ends the same with a
dead man's song. Black thunder's on the rise you can hear it in
the distance see it in the skies. Black thunder's on the rise,
you can feel it everywhere see it in the eyes. Black thunder's
on the rise take a look around its really no surprise, black
thunder's on the rise.
I woke up feeling like a worn out rag, and I thought my life is
really such a drag. I knew my chances they were wearing thin,
and there just was no way I was going to win. You've got to
push too hard, you've got to push too hard.
This feeling blue is a doggone shame, and I know there's just
no one else to blame, but when the tide goes out it always
drags my name and when it comes back in I play the same old
game. And it's a drag a real drag. Now there ain't no heaven
and there ain't no hell and God is dead near as I can tell and
if you don't believe it you can see it well 'cause everybody
'round wants to sell sell sell. You've got to push real hard,
you've got to push real hard.
You've got to chew it screw it swallow do it, push push. You've
got to take it make it so you fake it, push push. You've got to
hold it squeeze it learn to please it, push push. You smooth it
glue it anything to do it, push push. Welcome to this world of
pain and sorrow, and if you haven't met it yet you will
tomorrow. And for those who know what I mean, it's all just a
passing dream, but in the meantime we must live with the time
we borrow. More more give me more what else can my life be
for, me me look at me, I want everything I see. Spend spend
don't let it end words of a president we defend. Manifest
destiny land of the powerful and the free.
Buffalo dung! Work three jobs just to pay the rent and the
credit cards you can't dent dent dent better off living in a tent
tent tent but the land once free just went went went. Pushed
too hard, pushed too hard. What have we done to this land we
stole is the curse of the Indians taking its toll? Now trying to
fill an empty hole but you can't fill a hole that has no soul.
Teasing testing it's molesting can't you see, trying to live by a
false pretense security. For pride must always take its fall as
time makes liars of us all shattering our ignorance striking
covers of defense. Pushed too hard just pushed too hard.
Wolves are wailing MOTHER'S ailing time to wake up we are
failing! Black thunder's on the rise you can hear it in the distance
see it in the skies. Black thunder's on the rise take a
look around it's really no surprise black thunder's on the rise;
making circles in the sand.
It's the last flight to freedom, better take it now while
everybody's sleeping it's all going down. It's the last flight to
freedom, how can we be sure? Just take a look around you
they're blocking every door. It's the last flight to freedom to let
our spirits fly and if you don't take it you can stay and watch it
die. It's the last flight to freedom things are going down. Not
looking good for anyone every day it's losing ground. It's the
last flight to freedom better take it now 'cause everybody's
sleeping in our cities and every town.
They're closing every loophole blocking every door taking way
our freedom it's happened all before. So grab yourself a ticket
give one to a friend and climb aboard the last flight don't let
your freedom end. It's the last flight to freedom to let our
spirits fly 'cause others want a claim on it and would rather
see it die. Take the last flight to freedom freedom needs to win
before they close the last door that locks the spirit in. Take the
last flight to freedom just remember when 'cause freedom is
the spirit whose wings we must defend.
Why it's an evolution not in revolution that is no solution it's
the execution. Be a hero to yourself, don't hurt nobody else,
it's really hard to do it all comes down to you. Try not to
interfere, no matter what you hear, that's running from our fear
you've got to keep it near. Just sit with what you feel and
watch the onion peel, that is how we heal until we see what's
real. I know I hurt for change by feeling all its pains and
though it's really strange slowly there are gains. Don't need to
fight the world don't need another cause just need to change
myself deal with my own flaws. Why it's an evolution not in
revolution that is no solution it's the execution, why it's an
evolution not in revolution that is no solution it's the
execution, why it's an evolution not in revolution that is no
solution it's the execution!
[Dave finishes gets an extra big round of applause]
BOB MULDOON:
"Man you've got to love it, people saying what's on their mind
and giving us some other perspective on looking at situations,
thanks Dave. Now we have Flower."
Flower:
'Thank you Dave for such insight, and thank you Bob for
calling me last week, it's so good to be back here. I like
what Dave said about 'Feeding the shadow radiant food'. And
I hope what I have to share does just that.
It's called Peace.' See someone once asked me what is peace, and this
is what I came up with.
"Peace?" with a question mark.
Peace. Is it a cloud white against blue, passing through? Is it a river
meandering along, speaking to you? Is it the dawn before the
bird calls on day? Is it the rain that touched our hearts with
music it played?
Is it the field that stretched itself beyond our sight? Is it the
stars too many to count that came one night? Is it the candle
that burned until its light went out? Is it the feeling that comes
with love when there's no doubt?
Is it when life gives its last breath and fills a room? Is it the
sound of a crick in a wheel from a weaver's loom? Is it the war
left behind after those weep? Is it a choir that sang and put
our soul's to sleep?
Or, is it a grace of which no words will make increase, the
truth of which was asked, for what is peace; is peace.'
'Thank you.'
(Applause)
[Just then the girl who first interfered (Sylvia) stands up and
says]
Sylvia:
"Listen, I just want to apologize for my intrusion, I too missed
what was here. Just to let you know, I had just gotten out of an
institution; yes mental, and, well I'm sorry.'
[Sylvia gets a big round of applause. The person next to her
gives her a big hug. All the other regulars were smiling their
approval, as well as their understanding.]
[Peter walks up through the invisible curtain while the cast 
is in tableau and says to the real audience "Look you can join 
in this next song and follow what the cast does, it will be 
easy and don't worry the cast won't be able to see you (pointing 
over to Robert Doyle the narrator, he says: look this is just a fantasy 
of HIS mind, this is not really happening" Then smiles and laughs 
goes back and takes his place.]
Tableau ends...
Peter then tells the cast "I will recite I love Jesus my brother, 
which ends with the line "I sit here and think and to write". 
After which we are all going to sing a song called "Aum Father 
Father" and you will repeat each line that I sing right after me"
I love Jesus my brother and Mary his mother and God the
father of all. I love Krishna and Buddha Mohamed and
Judah and all those who rose from the fall. I love what can be
with peace that is free and right here for anyone. It's the sea
it's the land the place where we stand and all because what
love has done. It's the feelings we have the joy and the sad as
each day that's filled with surprise, it's life it's the death it's
the sun that will set that someplace always will rise. It's the
things that we hoe and the things that we grow that gives us a
little insight. But it's love with its grace and mysterious face
that I sit here and think and to write I love Jesus my brother
and Mary his mother and God the father of all. I love Krishna
and Buddha Mohamed and Judah and all those who rose
from the fall. I love what can be with peace that is free and
right here for anyone. It's the sea it's the land the place where
we stand and all because what love has done, and all because
what love has done, and all because what love has done.
(Ends song big hand)
[Peter says, "Okay, this is the next one, it's called "Aum" and 
just repeat each line after me."]
"Aum Father Father you're my Father you're my only Father Father my Fatha.Aum Aum ( They repeat) 
Aum Mother Mother you're my Mother you're my only Mother Mother my Motha. Aum Aum  ( They repeat) 
Aum Sisiter Sister you're my Sister you're my only Sister Sister my Sista.Aum Aum ( They repeat)  
Aum Brother Brother you're my Brother you're my only Brother Brother my Brotha.Aum Aum (reapeat) 
Aum Krishna Krishna you're my Krishna you're my only Krishna Krishna my Krishna.Aum Aum (repeat)
Aum Buddha Buddha you're my Buddha you're my only Buddha Buddha my Buddha. Aum Aum (repeat)
Aum Jesus Jesus you're my Jesus you're my only Jesus Jesus Joshua. Aum Aum (repeat) 
Aum Mary Mary you're my Mary you're my only Mary Mary Maria; Maria, Aum Aum Aum..." (repeat)
'You're really wonderful, that was great. Now for my next
number, I've asked Gertrude and Amelia to come up and help me.
[They get up from their seats, walk up to the stage. Both are on
the plump side and dressed conservative. In fact their dresses
are long and black]
We already rehearsed this number outside so we're ready,
aren't we girls?'
[Round faced and smiling; twitching their bodies nod yes]
"Here we go. I fell in love three times today, one more time
than yesterday that's OKay.
[Gertrude and Amelia smile and lift up their hands and say]
'That's OKay.'
PETER:
Four times was the day before, tomorrow who knows maybe
more, who can say?
[Girls again lifting up their hands]
'Who can say?'
PETER:
'Cause when I meet someone I find my heart just wants to
make them mine, that's my way, 'cause I fell in love once
fifteen times and that before the clock struck nine; what a day!
[Girls stretching their hands up smiling say]
What a day!
PETER:
So glad to meet ya, gee you're looking well, I know that I love
you 'cause my heart I know just fell, maybe see you later,
maybe we can dance 'cause today I'm feeling lots of love and
ready for romance. Gertrude Gertrude what a name, Gertrude
Gertrude do you feel the same 'cause today I fell in love three
times but tonight I'd like to make you mine Gertrude stay,
Amelia stay, is that OKay?'
[Gertrude and Amelia]
'That's OKay, it's OKay.'
[Then Gertrude and Amelia break out with]
'Four times was the day before tomorrow who knows maybe
more who can say. 'Cause when I meet someone I find my
heart just wants to make them mine that's my way that's my
way. Peter Peter, what a name, Peter Peter do you feel the
same 'cause today I fell in love three times but tonight I'd like
to make you mine Peter Stay Peter stay, is that Okay?' [Peter
laughs]
PETER:
'That's okay, that's okay.'
[Bob Muldoon still laughing along with the audience, says]
BOB MULDOON:
'Let's take a break.'
[Laughs some more]
[Sylvia walks over to Jacob]
SYLVIA:
'You know Jacob I'm really sorry.'
JACOB:
'Everyone has their place, as was said, suppression retards
evolution. Think of yourself as an apple that just went from
being green to the next stage; see wisdom comes with
patience, that's how we learn. A shaman friend of mine once
told me you have to see the beauty in the shit'
[Sylvia jumps in]
SYLVIA:
'Ya, but you don't have to stand in it.'
JACOB:
'See you're getting wiser already.'
(Both Laugh)
JACOB:
'Sylvia, let me tell you this story. A man once told me he was
having a conversation with a woman outside this supermarket
where she worked. She was on break. When her break was
over she was heading back in when she saw this canary lying
on the ground in front of the glass door. It must have slammed
into the glass. So she picked up the bird and brought it over to
my friend. She asked him if he would try to revive the bird,
that appeared dead. She herself had to get back to work. So,
here's my friend with this bird in his hands. He started
stroking its head and after about fifteen minutes, the bird
started to come back to life. Then after awhile, it got up on one
of his fingers, it was wobbling quite a bit. My friend was really
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happy and said to the bird, hey you're going to be OK, you're
going to make it. When the bird finally got its composure
back, and noticed the man, the bird started chirping. My
friend thought the bird was thanking him. But then the bird
flew to a nearby tree. And soon a grackle came out of nowhere
and attacked the little bird. It fell to the ground when another
grackle came and finished the canary off. It was as if the
grackles heard the canary's cry for help; that it was its time to
move on. My friend thought how intelligent those birds are,
and that's when he also knew; there was nothing to fix.'
SYLVIA:
'Jacob, are you one of those enlightened gurus?'
JACOB:
'Sylvia, if I could remember where pencils or pens, or pockets
where keys or matches are in; I'd stand like the Buddha's right
beside them, just as enlightened, as soon as I can. No, I'm
only a man what more can I say, I'm only a man as I was
yesterday. I'm only a man, honest it's true, and if you think I'm
more; I'll disappoint you.'
[Both smile; she walks away]
[Flower walks over to where the Indians are sitting. She
addresses White Owl]
FLOWER:
'Please, what does the symbol you are wearing mean?'
[It is a circle with three parallel lines within]
WHITE OWL:
'This symbol first appeared to my cousins the Anasazi almost
a thousand years ago. Then recently it was revealed in a vision
to another cousin. Only this time it came with a
message. 'The path that's neither left nor right, nor in the
middle, is the one that circles all three' In other words all
paths are sacred, yours as well as mine, and the potential we
have, is the fourth path that embraces all.'
FLOWER:
'Oh thank you, that means so much to me.'
[Break ends]
BOB MULDOON:
'Next we have Two Feathers.'
TWO FEATHER'S:
'Many years ago I was inspired to write this poem. It's about a
flag. I think it applies today more than ever. It's called 'One
Flag'
'I see one flag solid white, sparkling with a passive light. I see
one flag not displayed, with pomp or glory, or parade. I see one
flag more radiant still, as in unity this world to fill. I, see; one
flag.'
'Back in the eighties I had a vision. In the vision an old man
appeared to me. He was at peace. I asked him his secret; and
he said; 'To kill'. I thought he meant to kill desires. One year
later, I am shown in another vision the old man's meaning.
This vision involves a black dog and a white dog. One has me
by the left hand and one has me by the right. I see how they
are pulling me apart, and how ferocious they both are. I then
have them both killed, and for the first time felt peace and
freedom. I could see how they represented good and evil, and
were tearing the world apart; and needed to be killed
psychologically. I adapted this experience into a poem called
'In Their Names'. Now before the poem, I should add that my
cousin Black Elk had a similar vision. He thought it meant,
'Kill your enemy like a dog'. Anyway here's the poem.'
'In Their Names.'
'Here we go again with the same thing, in a world still just insane.
Each side choosing sides on all sides, each thinking they are right, with
something to be gained. It's a world still mad, and it's really really sad,
'cause we're not that bad, just think we've all been had.
Mohamed and the Jesus Christ, or those who we pray to, I
think they would have stayed away, seeing what we do, it's so
insane, it's in their names.
Every form of prejudice makes somebody rich, so with those
who think they're not when off to fight this itch. Good against
the evil ones each thinking they are good, trying to kill the so
called beast, while it hides right under hood.
Arms dealers fueling fires playing deadly games, countries
seeing lots of jobs, in each cross exchange. Profits are the
motives in those deadly flames, dividing each by their beliefs,
inflicting words of pain.
Compassion waits the message, let go step aside, while those
who think an eye for eye, I think they call that pride. Still
makes you wonder why, prophets ever came, when here we go
again, in a world still just insane.
It's so immature when all is said and done, but the pain and
sorrow that is real and felt by everyone. It's a world still mad,
and to think that we are had, while some are even glad and
that's really really sad.
Mohamed and the Jesus Christ, or those who we pray to, I
think they would have stayed away, seeing what we do, it's so
insane, it's in their names, it's so insane, it's in their names,
it's so insane; it's in their names.'
(Applause)
BOB MULDOON:
'Next on our sign up sheet is a new comer, Fredricas." (she is very conservative.)
She recites Simplify Or Die poem.
When she finishes she gets a big hand.)
Fredricas: " Thank you for having such a venue...My poem is about our
Mother earth called "Simplify Or Die." There is a dire need to help her as you know.
The poem.
Simplify or die, now let me tell you why.
It concerns our planet earth, for which we all do share her worth.
Right now she needs our help, you can tell, it can be felt.
For the ice caps that now melt, are her tears to us that shout.
And there's a hole in her sky, that keeps growing in size,
Underneath things seem to die, all because of you and I.
But it's really not too late, if we treat her as soul mate,
Because she loves us all so much, she's in everything we touch.
So let's see what we can do, and take a vow to all renew.
Because inside we know it's true, for future life we all have to.
So now you know the why, it's the truth and not a lie,
On her we all rely, we must simplify; or die!
[ People stand and cheer ]
[A tableau. Peter the minstrel man slips through an invisible
curtain to face the real audience]
PETER:
"See, I told you I'd be back. Now the story I am going to read
to you is allegorical, and really goes back to the Garden of
Eden, now I know others have mentioned some of the things in this poem.
Just think of it as a confirmation.
 It's really like the Tale Of Two Loves, but a little deeper. Are you ready?
Shhh, (places his finger over his lips) don't wake them back
there ( pointing to the cast in tableau) this is called 'Happy
Rain.'
'There's a woman who stole Thunder, when he rolled across
the sky, then she took him way down under, where fire keeps
things dry. When days and months and years passed by and
Raincloud didn't cry, the earth and everything she grew, all
began to die.
One day when Thunder closed his eyes a Goddess did appear,
her eyes were green, her hair was blond, with skin fair and
clear. Thunder asked this Goddess, tell me what is it? And she
answered patience, then made a quick exit.
The next day Thunder again closed his eyes, and another face
appeared to him, this time with one green eye. No nose, no
mouth no hair appeared, and not a word was spoken, with the
eye between where brows would be, he read this as a token.
Now Thunder had been shown, it was almost a year. When
Turtle taught him what to do, and not to interfere. So when this
fall a spirit came, with gift a turtle too, Thunder new that what
he heard about patience was, all true.
Now spirits being kin to him; showed him many things, like
two crows that did appear, early that last spring. One was
stopped in mid air, while mosquitoes covered it, and the same
was true for the other crow, though in a nest the crow did sit.
Thunder watched and thought, that the crows would not
survive, with all that irritation circling in two massive hives.
But then they disappeared, and the crows, the crows had
changed, there was a transformation and the crows were not
the same. For they became lambs, white as winter snow, and
so he thought that this must be, the way that change, must go.
Wolf, Horse and White Bear, all had played their part, opening
up the pathways that lead back to the heart. Hawk and
Changing Moon, Spider with its loom, Goatfish and Lioncat
showed wisdom in his doom.
Now the woman who stole Thunder, when she took her love
away? Could give it to another on that very day. For this was in
her power, her power to survive, so when lightning came
between her, she could leave with tears she'd cry.
Thunder learned many things, while deep inside the earth, one
was how his Thunder, had its place and worth. He was tested
like a precious stone, in case there was a flaw, and when his
heart was full and his head was clear, he was given the White
Bears claw.
Then Fire Fly and Twinkly Star, knew this summer night,
Thunder was now ready, with faith and new insight. Patience
the Goddess, called upon the sea, to bring around her
daughter Mist, who herself was just as free. Thunder and Mist,
then chose to both unite, and together they made Happy Rain,
to end five thousand years of blight!'
(Again Peter to the audience)
"I think we're almost ready to come back; don't you? See this
is about going back to the Garden of Eden and setting things
right. The myth just doesn't apply today. We don't need that
shame and guilt in our psyche, like succubus and incubus. We
don't need to give those negative energies any more power.
Though it is illusion. OK, you've had your belly full of me, so
let's see what happens next.'
[Slips back through invisible curtain, tableau ends]
BOB MULDOON:
'Well it's been another great night, see you all next week, and
be sure to drive safe.'
Narrator: "A shade goes up, it's where the poet Dave Black
lives. He is asleep downstairs on a couch in his tiny place.
There's a set of stairs that lead up to a loft. Dave wakes (so he
thinks) a beautiful woman is standing at the top of the stairs.
She is wearing a sheer lace outfit that covers her from head to
toe. Her bare breasts are exposed through the sheerness. It is
a very sensuous moment. She makes her way towards David,
the term succubus comes to mind, but he let's the judgment
go. She approaches him and takes his hand, when he stands
they embrace, and just as suddenly they both have rapture;
bliss.
(For the audience, they see a cloud engulf them and
sparks that seem to be happening inside). She then leaves. He
next sees a child of about four months old, he has the child by
the foot. The baby shapes its mouth and says these words with the voice of an adult. "I
know you well" It is said not in a scary voice and Dave
although frightened still holds on and says "I know you do"
The scene ends and Dave gets up and writes the experience.
He knows this was a major breakthrough, and sees this woman
as she truly is DIVINE. He calls her Mysteria. Dave also
knows this is the kind of breakthrough that has been necessary
in order to have true parity, because this was the first time he
was able to face her without running away out of fear,
and that happened only when he would judge the situation. 
No longer would that negative interpretation of her (succubus)
make him run away...
[It's Monday night again]
BOB MULDOON:
"Well first on our sign up sheet is Christian."
[Christian is young maybe seventeen, wearing baggy pants,
he's a rapper]
'Another day I feel the hunger, some are on top most down
under. The Man he has a limousine, his wife beside him she's
the queen. I know it all sounds familiar, some are even
thinking, I want to kill ya. But let me explain, it's really
profane, we are the ones caught in the game. Shoot em with
fear, anxiety, be sure to tell them they're living free. He's a
puppet, part of the plan, living off the fat of the land. Our way
of life is a TV dinner, or a jack in the box where fatter means
thinner. Two million now in the pen, people getting rich off a them.
Roaches, rats, running in packs, rents so high rooms are
stacked. Sharing soiled, now obscene while greed is green
comes out clean. Give em guns, booze and drugs, heavy fines,
blue shirt thugs. Keep em movin, keep em screwin and they
won't know what we're doin. Control means insurance
providers, the real serpents those insiders. Corporate lions are
the Zions so the telling of the Mayans. Paradise now paved
over, oil and rubber making closure. Good means no dissent,
three strikes, no defense. Terrorist, a word in season, corrupt
officials get off treason. And now we have the night news cast,
a Fox who has his line of hats. Another is a CNN, playing the
middle for the end. Minimum wages are the gages, one needs
two as MORE it rages. Eight dollar movies, S-U-Vs, Cell
phones, daddy's keys. A third world, 1-2-3, move over free is
me. Another day I feel the hunger, a few on top, most down
under. The man he has his limousine, his wife beside him; this
bee's the Queen.'
(Applause)
[When Christian finishes his rap "Another day I feel the hunger" 
then the production of "Raise the World" comes up next. 
[Flower and Carl get up next.]
Flower and Carl say "We would like to now sing the song to you 
called "Raise The World" One other cast member recites poem "Carnival" at the same time.
Put down your guns
Put down your bombs.
Put down your government
Who wants the fight go on.
Put down your anger
Put down your hate.
Put down your government
Today just let them wait.
Chorus
It isn't them it isn't they
There's only one who has all the say
It is I it's not we for true peace
it is up to me.
Put down your brainwash
Put down your pride.
Put down your government
Be the coming tide.
Put up your dignity
Put up your heart.
Put up your government
Peace just let it start.
Put up your neighbor
Put up yourself.
Put up your government
Today be no one else.
Chorus
It isn't them it isn't they
There's only one who has all the say
It is I it's not we for true peace
it is up to me.
Put down the walls
Put down the chains.
Put down the government
Today give peace your name.
Put down the struggle
Put down the fight.
Put down the government
And put up the white.
Put down your wants
Put down your greed.
Put down the government
Planting your own seeds.
It isn't Them, it isn't They.
There is only ONE, who has all the say.
It is I, it's not WE,
For true peace
It is up to ME!
Put down your arms
Put down the wars.
Put down your government
And put up
What is yours.
 "Carnival", 
Who are they that ride this train beneath the city streets?
Who are they in carnival, as those who seem discreet? What
does make each one, a they; as I myself declare, is it from
those eyes I see, that look at me and stare?
I ride with you the newest child, and those who are the least. I
ride with you the many lines that squeal under our feet. I ride
with you this day a dream, that seems an acid trip. The purple
hair, the dress, the tie, the pierced as one with lip.
Could they be, those who ride, so we could finally meet, those
like me who think they're not like those who share these
seats? And if they didn't and it's just something of our times;
then who are they now telling me; this carnival is mine?
FLOWER:
"This is a very special night for me, as you shall see.
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(She has flowers in her hair and her simplicity of dress only
accentuates her natural beauty.)
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[She then makes this surprised announcement]
Well, I want to announce to you all that tonight, right here in
this coffeehouse, I Flower will marry Carl.
(Audience starts to applaud)
Chief Red Eagle has agreed to marry us.
[Carl comes up to the stage where she is standing, both hug
and kiss. Their radiance practically lights up the room.]
See, Carl, as I'm sure some of you noticed, kept wooing me till
I was just; wooed."
(Laughter)
[The Chief walks up to them and says 
 "Are you ready for the next step, are you ready for it all? Are
you ready for the next set, the wedding and the ball? Has that
time finally come, that unfolding of the plan? Are you ready
for the next step, being firm where you stand?
Are you ready without question, but with faith without doubt?
Have you now attained the wisdom to carry this plan out? Can
you see the new horizon? Is there nothing left behind? Are you
ready for the next step, in relationship to shine? Are you ready
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for the wedding?"
( Both say, while looking at each other)
"We are ready."
CHIEF:
"I know you have vows that you'd like to say so now is the
time."
CARL:
"I will look upon the flower, as day that comes to wake. And I
will look upon her after, with night when sleep she takes."
FLOWER:
"And I the flower looked upon will open wide with day. And
with night I'll sleep with dreams for you, believing what you
say."
[The Chief gives them their rings which they slip on and then
he says to them now I will let you know how precious these rings 
will be. I would like to read this poem to you called "The Ring"]
"It's a ring, not just a ring
It's a ring that want's to sing.
To sing to you its song of love
The one it holds the memory of.
For in its memory, it did feel
The love it felt, that made it real.
A love the ring now holds onto
Like a love that's always new.
And, no matter where the ring may lay
The love it holds will not decay.
For it is there, it has been saved
And has since, that fateful day.
And so this song it will remain
Until the last will sing the same.
For it was then that it became
For that is when it was ordained.
Now it's a ring, not just a ring
It's a ring that want's to sing.
To sing this song of love that's true
The ONE that says, I do; love you...."
CHIEF:
"You are now together in unity of body mind and spirit. May
the winds carry your joy down from the mountain; and may
your love spark the field, to fire."
(Applause and cheers)
[A Tableau: Jacob the Barista comes out and recites the definition
of a soul mate.]
Jacob Says: "This is the Definition of a Soul Mate."
Two separate beings 
Equal in part 
United by love 
Right from the start. 
Completing the circle 
Two halves become whole 
Each in the other 
AS ONE in their soul. 
CARL:
"Flower and I wrote this song and we'd like to sing it for you
now. It's called, "Together" Please Dance!
[They sing the words at the same time ]
You're the reflection of who I would be, you're the reflection
inside of me. I knew who you were the moment we met, I've
carried your picture, how could I forget. And when we're
together the wind we will ride, 'cause you are the wing, my
other side.
Together, together, I just like the sound. Together, together, we
will be found. Together, together, high off the ground, together,
together, circling around.
Now it's just a heart beat a heart beat in time, it's just a heart
beat that you will be mine. But the beat that I have as long as
I live, will be beating for you with all it can give.
Together, together, I just like the sound. Together, together, we
will be found. Together, together, high off the ground,
together, together, circling around.
When I look in the mirror I always see two, one who's like me
who looks just like you. For you are that mirror that woke me
from sleep, you're my reflection that my eyes can now keep.
Together, together, I just like the sound. Together, together we
will be found. Together together, high off the ground, together,
together, circling around.
[When they finish their song, the garden of Eden scene with a
dark still pond is projected on to a screen in the background.
A large white lotus flower is in the center of the pond. Six
small white lotuses surround it. The large white lotus in the
center then slowly opens. The scene projected then remains]
[A basket of apples is down near their feet. When they finish
singing Carl picks up one of the apples and gives it to Flower.
She smiles and picks one up giving it to Carl. They both take
a bite smile and laugh. Then start handing them out to those
around them, everyone just enjoys the apple for what it is, an
apple.]
 Bob Muldoon gets up to the mic and says]
BOB MULDOON
"I'd like to propose a toast to Carl and Flower,
[Everyone takes a cup filled with wine for the occasion]
May the light that shines on your head, reflect off the soles of
your feet!"
[Everyone]
"Here Here"
[Bob Muldoon walks up to Jacob and says]
BOB MULDOON:
"I think we've all done a lot of growing up since we started
this project"
JACOB:
'We're just people, different faces leaving traces here in time.
Just people; like those that came before to leave behind. And
today tomorrow mourns, leaving memories to be born, people
different faces will define.
Now, take my hand and you will touch the reason why. Touch
my face and you will know what will one day say good bye.
Touch my heart and you will take what was only meant to fly.
Touch my soul and you will see what is known to never die.
People, we're just people, different faces leaving traces here in
time. People, just people, people different faces will define.
Now the sadness that you feel, came from joy that made it real,
from those traces that are sewn into are minds. But when the
tracing it is done, like a weaving will be one, with each face to
be seen for all times. People, we're just people, different faces
leaving traces here in time. People, just people; people
different faces will define."
[Next, a tableau, then several of the cast, Gertrude, Amelia,
Sylvia, Stark, Peter and Brandon, slip through the invisible
curtain to face the audience. They all sing while dancing in a
sort of scrub board manner.]
'Our teenage years are done Mom, our teenage years are done.
We finally reached adulthood, our world is twenty one. We've
been through adolescence, been through puberty, I'm sure
we'll use our senses; in this century.
It's time to use our heads, connecting with our hearts. Stop
punishing each other, might be the place to start. Let's put
away our differences, though different let us be, like leaves
that have their place, though all from the same tree.
Our teenage years are done Mom our teenage years are done.
We finally reached adulthood, our world is twenty one. We've
been through adolescence, been through puberty, I'm sure
we'll use our senses, in this century.
The fish rose from the water to give birth high on land, this
sign of Capricorn suggests we to expand. Let's put away those
childish things, put behind our fears, let's celebrate this entry,
with six billion cheers.
Our teenage years are done Mom our teenage years are done.
We finally reached adulthood, our world is twenty one. We've
been through adolescence, been through puberty, I'm sure
we'll use our senses, in this century.
Two thousand years let's penetrate, two thousand years, this
year that's finally come, two thousand years let's dedicate,
remembering how we got here, thanking everyone; Oh, our
teenage years are done Mom, our teenage years are done, we
finally reached adulthood; our world is; twenty one.'
[Tableau ends, picks up at the reception]
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BOB MULDOON:
'If there's one thing I've learned here tonight,
(Music starts to play, cast gets into position facing audience]
is that, 'You Can't Stop The Music, can you?'
[This song and dance is like a Broadway show tune the whole
cast then starts]
No you can't stop the music, no matter how you try. No you
can't stop the music, no it's not about to die. No you can't stop
the music, or the words that make it fly. No you can't stop the
music once the music finds the sky.
No you can't stop the music, no, no no no. No you can't stop
the music, no, no no no. No you can't stop the music no matter
how you try.
No you can't stop the music, no matter how you try. No you
can't stop the music once it has the wings to fly. No you can't
stop the music it will never say goodbye. No you can't stop the
music 'cause the music flies too high.
No you can't stop the music, no, no no no. No you can't stop
the music, no, no no no. No you can't stop the music, no
matter how you try.
No you can't stop the music once it has the wings to fly. No
you can't stop the music no it's not about to die. No you can't
stop the music or the words that make it fly. No you can't stop
the music; no matter, how, you, try.
[Man pitching the play then takes his place in front of the
cast. Each performer then takes their bows until finally the
whole cast, together, do the same.] THE END.
Robert:
"Well, that's my pitch, what do you think?"
[Just then a woman stands up in the real audience. She is
sitting in the middle]
Woman:
"Tell me, what was your main push behind the play, what
drove you?"
Robert:
"Well it's about love, being in love, and being enlightened,
that is enlightenment at the same time in relationship. Flower
and Carl, they represent that possibility. You see, all the
characters in the coffeehouse, they represent the struggle,
while Flower and Carl represent what we are struggling for.
That is, reaching and bringing our souls together with rapture
and bliss...This is our potential...
An example is, in my present relationship we have come
several times to that place when normally most people go their
separate ways, that is, without working it through. I know we
need the courage to go through this personal exorcism
together. I think true love, with desire (passion), can work, and
enlightenment will follow. But, first we have to see ourselves
and deal with it; get beyond it; and that by understanding the
forces that don't want the status quo to change, lest they lose
their power. Desire has this enormous energy that I think it
will take to make the kind of breakthrough I am talking about.
Another example is; that in less than twenty hours I was able
to make love eight times and still have plenty of energy,
(without viagra), (Laughter) and this with only love as the
stimulant. I think if we had kept going that enlightenment was
possible through the grace of God. It was selfless. No ego, no
control. It was sacred...Of course; this took two."
Woman:
"I think that reaching the point you're talking about is what we
all seek either knowingly or unknowingly. But for most people
our ties to the external world keep us from getting too close to
that light. Eight times in twenty hours is a feat that goes
beyond the physical. A thing like that would scare most
people."
Robert:
"It really doesn't have to, we just need to let go in order to
make this psychological and spiritual breakthrough. I believe
our achievements happened because there were no
distractions, no guilt, no shame, and therefore no impotence. It
was like the return to the garden of Eden, with its innocence.
So again, I think enlightenment can happen and happen at the
same time to both during an act of love. Then the wars will
stop. So what's behind the play, the main drive, the main
push? For me it is about love, being in love, and being
enlightened together."
[Just then another woman stands up, she is more at the back.]
Second woman:
"It was really good hearing your play, thanks for sharing your
vision.
In hearing your words about your relationship, a recent quote
that I read comes to mind. "The strongest; and surest way to
the soul is through the flesh." And it seems that at that
particular moment in time, that quote embodied your
experience."
Robert:
"Thank you for your kind words. So, in a way this play is not
finished, and won't be until the state I am talking about is
achieved. Then transformation will happen. Maybe a better word would be Shift"
[Music to you can't stop the music starts to play, cast one by
one walks back out on stage snapping their fingers while
singing and slowly dancing. The two women from the audience
run up on to stage joining in the number. Beat picks up for a
rousing finally. Cast then takes their final bows]
Robert:
"Well again; THAT'S my pitch!"
The End.
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