There’s just about two more weeks until the performance of The Green Emerald, a rock opera written by Mercury Landing’s Corey J. Feldman.

There are so many really cool layers to this project, including an illustrated storybook by Chris Hingel and live projections of the artwork.

As you may have seen, we here at The Listening Room have been following the progression of this saga, posting pieces of the story over the past few weeks. Be sure to read on to see what’s happening next in this fantastical world Mr. Feldman has so artfully crafted for us. (Here’s the past posts if you need to catch up.)

But hold up! Before you start reading, you should also know that Feldman is trying to raise some money to support the printing of the hardcover storybooks. You can purchase tickets and pledge money towards to the books by visiting this Website.

Feldman says the style of music is influenced by classic rock, jam, jazz, progressive, Latin, world music, and much more. If you’ve ever heard Mercury Landing, then you know the boy’s not afraid to mix up styles!

The Green Emerald performance will take place at 8 p.m Dec. 4th and 5th at the Bowery Poetry Club, located at 308 Bowery in Manhattan.

THE GREEN EMERALD BAND consists of 7 all-star members involved in New York’s vibrant music scene:

Corey J. Feldman (Guitar/Vocals) – www.mercurylanding.com
Kat Rees – (Vocals) – www.myspace.com/katreesmusic
Dan Griffith (Guitar) – www.myspace.com/stiltsmusic
Matt Robbins (Keyboards) – www.myspace.com/mattrobbinsjazz
Nick Hundley (Bass Guitar) – www.myspace.com/linfinity – www.myspace.com/shilparay
John Adamski – (Drums) – www.juliusc.com
Devon Caesar (Narrator)

VII – “Prophets for Profit (Santa Fe)”

SPOKEN
The King had his prophets,
Who praised what he dreamed.
Their interpretation,
Was not what it seemed.
His dark and evil eyes,
Inspired such great fear,
They only said the words that,
King Hania liked to hear.

SONG V1
Your watery eyes are dripping numbers for the lottery.
The pottery that’s lumbering and slumbering,
It’s not her call, there’s nothing on the wall,
But a picture, and a flyer, and a fire alarm,
And a camera on an arm,
The table’s made of silt, yeah that fine weathered clay,
It may just harden Santa Fe.

V2
I sit here, I ponder, I write, and I stare.
I don’t even know, if I’m yet aware,
Of what, how, or who, is making me see,
The third person view like I’m on TV.

CHORUS
In a room between the King and the outside wind,
The music of the spheres is slightly thinned,
But thick enough to cut a slice away – Santa Fe.

V3
Prophets for profit, our thoughts equal gold.
We give the King his favorite words even as we’re told,
The sire’s desires to rule the world.
The prophets will get it right, in the end it’s they who fold.

CHORUS

Outro
(this part represents the King’s desire to take over specific places in the world)
Santa Fe, San Diego, San Francisco, Acapulco, Kansas City, Tallahassee, New York City, Santa Fe.

VIII – “Shapes on Drapes”

SPOKEN
These be the thoughts,
Of a princess so wise.
Her dreams would bring color,
To her dreary eyes.
The images her mind had forged,
Would make her see the light,
Reflected as both blue and red,
The goal had come in sight.

SONG
A girl walks in a room.
She stares at the drapes.
All she can decipher,
Are lots of different shapes.
The circles and the squares,
Each one caught her eye,
But something there was missing,
She thought that she could try,

To feel a fourth dimension,
A reflection in time.
In order to discover it,
There must be a crime,
To steal or covet anything,
To harm someone or kill,
To figure out the question true,
A prophecy fulfilled.

CHORUS
Circles, squares, and shapes galore,
But something made her want much more,
She sensed that something was in store,
It boiled to her very core.

V2
The girl looked at the drapes again,
The circles slightly glowing.
The squares were growing larger now,
She knew where this was going.
She reached out to the curtain,
Now emotions like a flood,
Squares and circles colored red,
Were painted by her blood.

She cringed a moment, thoughts had froze,
Did not know what to do.
Her finger had a diamond ring,
Which now was turning blue,
But bleeding underneath she ripped,
The ring right from her hand,
She jabbed her fist right through the window’s
Glass, which turned to sand.

CHORUS
Circles squares and shapes galore,
But something made her want much more,
She sensed that something was in store,
It boiled to her very core.

IX – “The King’s Jewel”

SPOKEN
Buried deep beneath,
A canyon cut so high,
King Hania found the Emerald.
This was not a lie.
And the Legend of Lord Artus,
Through many years was taught.
Passed down to the present,
It rang true with every thought.
The King had used the Emerald for its,
Power all to gain.
He didn’t know the question.
So the answer he would feign.
And very few would even dare,
To cross King Hania’s path,
For if you were to test him,
You would feel his wrath.

SONG

They all stared at their TV screens,
The King held up the jewel.
The Emerald was glimmering,
But they knew his intent was cruel.
He glared into the camera lens.
He didn’t even twitch.
He asked the jewel his question,
“Will our nation soon be rich?”

CHORUS (In the King’s mind)
It’s all so well timed in my head
Did you hear that thing I said?
It’s all so well timed in my head.
Instead of being something I didn’t see ahead.
It’s all so well timed in my head
Did you hear that thing I said?
It’s all in my head.

VERSE 2
Though the people heard the answer, “Yes!”
The truth was still concealed.
Many knew his claim was false,
And soon it’d be revealed.
Now he saw the wish in hand,
But he couldn’t speak the phrase.
The thing his mind just could not grasp,
It ended in a blaze.

CHORUS

BRIDGE
On the deserted plateaus of the higher southwest,
The bloodiest battle would determine who’s best.
For 48 hours not a soldier would rest,
Until the King would win or new royalty be blessed.
Battalions of the King were frightened to win or lose,
They knew they’d lost direction of which path they’d like to choose.
It was chosen for them, and they knew this to be true.
Their fate had left them empty, and there was nothing they could do.

V3
Covet all the mountains, the hills, and plateaus,
The ruins, canals, and lagoons.
Desire the poetry, the stories, and prose,
And all of the jewels of the moon, so he would,
Take all he pleases because he’s the King,
And his subjects would follow along.
“You’ll fight for your country, and you’ll bring,
Havoc to those who do wrong.”
But he didn’t have the question, and ignored the blank stare
He received from his stone, but he was still aware,
That his wish to rule the world could only come true
If he did without seeing… red… green… or blue.