The Making of a Rock Opera, Part IV
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Corey J. Feldman, founder of the NYC-based band Mercury Landing, is in the process of creating a rock opera. Kindly, he has agreed to share a new piece of it each week with us here in the Listening Room.
“The Green Emerald,” as the opera has been named, is almost three years in the making. An illustrated storybook will also accompany the performance of the opera, which will take place at 8 p.m Dec. 4th and 5th at the Bowery Poetry Club, located at 308 Bowery in Manhattan.
Below we have the fourth installment, entitled “Ask the Wrong Question.” Click here for all previous entries. Enjoy!
IV – “Ask the Wrong Question”
With the trust of his people,
Artus led them astray.
He’d ask a new question,
Upon each new day.
The Emerald’s response was,
Mum to his ears.
Despite all the anger,
Frustration and tears.
His people were stranded,
Near a star far from home.
All over the Earth,
His people would roam,
Their eyes would see shades,
The colors were gray.
For 5000 years this is,
How it would stay.
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Throughout his whole life Lord Artus had hoped,
For a wish from the stone. It was never received.
He tricked own kind to believe his little lie,
That the earth had the color, they just had to believe.
They left all their homes near a far away star,
To spray paint their eyes without leaving a scar.
They never suspected the Lord to betray,
Their race to a place where they shouldn’t stay.
One would save or strand them all,
And their hopes to see hues with their own eyes.
Many a millennia would pass on by as they,
Waited and yearned amidst their own cries.
Some of his friends found it hard to believe,
Lord Artus’ words were a spark to ignite,
An exodus from their home to earth,
For many whose color had just come to light.
This handful of people the Lord called his friends,
Left and went home without making amends.
They knew that his plan was all just a ruse,
For power on Earth, his power to choose,
A path for his people astray from their homes,
From their old gray star, where his friends sat alone.
They knew that Lord Artus would spend all his days,
Extracting a wish from the lyrical jewel,
But he’d never get it deceiving his race.
They’d turn on him, the ignorant fool.
*Ask the wrong question, repeat the wrong phrase.
The query is simple, look you in the face.
Get the wrong answer, or say the wrong word.
Solutions are simple, it’s something you’ve heard.
Greed will create more than 5000 years,
Of hopeful and hopeless spirits in flux,
As each and every man will face all his fears.
The stone laid unturned, and it would be the crux,
Of all human kind to find their own answer,
But first they would have to seek out the stone,
Which Artus would bury away from his people,
And for 5000 years it would sit there alone.
Lord Artus could not merely understand,
The joke that the stone was playing on him,
And so he died such a greedy man.
He buried the emerald, a choice on a whim.
He sentenced his brothers and sisters to Earth,
A prison where they would spend all of their days,
Forcing each man to judge his own worth without,
Knowing the colorless truth of their age.
*Ask the wrong question, repeat the wrong phrase.
The query is simple, look you in the face.
Get the wrong answer, or say the wrong word.
Solutions are simple, it’s something you’ve heard.
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on Monday, October 5th, 2009 at 4:00 pm by Diana Costello.
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