Chateau D’Isaster Tapes (Scenario/Audition/No Rehearsal)

In long years of ancient times

Stood alone a friend of mine

Reflected by the ever-burning sigh

Of the God who happened by

And in the dawn, there came a song

Of some sweet lady singing in his ear

"Your God has gone, and from now on

You'll have to learn to hate the things you fear"

We want to know: were we inside the womb

Of passion, plays and thy righteousness consumed

Or just in life's contentment of our souls?

And so began the age, and then

Fell he left his body in the sand

The glass is raised to a God on high

Who smiled upon them from the sky

So take the stage, spin down the ages

Loose the passion, spill the rage upon your son

Who holds the gun up to your head

The play's begun

Then God the director smells a rat

Pulls another rabbit from his hat

Sniffs the air and he says

"Well, that's that, I'm going"

The actor's milling helplessly

The script is blowing out to sea

But what the hell, we didn't even pass an audition

The lines you'll have to improvise

The words are written in the eyes of

Politicians who despise the pompous

And so the play necessitates

That all you boys participate

In fierce competition to eliminate each other

And groupies on their way to war

Get to write the next film score

But the rock and roll star knows

His glory is really nothing

Men of religion on the make

Pledge an oath they undertake

To make you wise for God's own sake

And none other

While ladies get their bedding done

To win themselves a bouncing son

But bad girls do it for the fun of just being

And me, I'm here to sing along

And I'm not concerned with the rights and wrongs

Just asking questions that belong without an answer

But God is laughing up his sleeve

As he pours himself another cup of tea

And he waves goodbye to you and me, at

Least for nowDid you learn your lines today?

Well, there is no rehearsal

The tickets have all been sold

For tomorrow's matinee

There's a telegram from the writer

But there is no rehearsal

The electrician has been told

To make the spotlights brighter

There is one seat in the circle

Five hundred million in the stalls

Simply everyone will be there

But the safety curtain falls

When the bomb that's in the dressing-room

Blows the windows from their frames

And the prompter in his corner

Is sorry that he came

There is one seat in the circle

Five hundred million in the stalls

Simply everyone will be there

But the safety curtain falls

When the bomb that's in the dressing-room

Blows the windows from their frames

And the prompter in his corner

Is sorry that he came

Did you learn your lines today?

Well, there is no rehearsal

The interval will last until

The ice-cream lady melts away

The twelve-piece orchestra are here

But there is no rehearsal

The first violinist's hands are chilled

He's gone deaf in both ears

Well, the scenery is colourful

But the paint is so damn thin

You see the wall behind is crumbling

And the stage door is bricked in

But the audience keep arriving

Until they're standing in the wings

And we take the final curtain call

And the ceiling crashes in