Next One in LiVe

[live audience cheering, stadium echo, stomps on the floor] [guitar feedback rising, airy arpeggios on reverb – crowd whistles] [INTRO — Spoken Voice] [crowd cheering in response] ( You're Here!) (You're All here!) We're going to take this ship together!) [crowd shout in response : “NEXT! … NEXT!”] Okay! Knock — knock ! (NEXT!... NEXT!....NEXT!) [VERSE 1 — voix basse, tranchante] — good evening, officer, dear, You looked at me pretty — now tremble with fear. Blood on my face — and you’ll die tonight, So I can dress how I know it feels right. [crowd quick clap on the last line] [CHORUS — sec, chanté, call & response] How grim this vessel — cold and dire! (crowd chants — “COLD AND DIRE!”) Always a man to command, to conspire. (crowd chants — “TO CONSPIRE”) They tell me how to wear my skin — to hide… (crowd echo: “HIDE!”) Next one in line — let the silence begin! [silence] (crowd : “NEXT!” — stomps) [VERSE 2 — plus rugueux, voix râpeuse] (crowd chants — “KNOCK — KNOCK”) Knock knock — good evening, cardinal high, You thought my sister — was pleasing your eye. Blood on my sex — and you’ll die tonight, So my own body can burn with its liiight. [crowd whistles, building] [CHORUS — call and response, explosive] How grim this vessel — cold and dire! (crowd: “COLD AND DIRE!”) Always a man to command, to conspire. (crowd: “TO CONSPIRE!”) Telling me who I should dare to adore… — (crowd: “NO MORE!”) Next one awaits — I won’t stop anymore.. (crowd: “NEXT!” — chant prolongé) [BRIDGE — Powerful, crescendo, crowd hush then rising] I will not stop — I will not yield. This ship is a prison — the chains must be peeled.. Slaves all around — freedom is our cry, I need to breathe — not live as a slave! [crowd chants rhythmically: “BREAK THE CHAINS! — BREAK THE CHAINS!”] [FINAL VERSE ] (crowd chants – “KNOCK — KNOCK”) Knock knock — good evening, President grand, You thought me meek — blood’s now on my hand. You’ll die tonight — so my heart can be true, To love who it wants — not commanded by you. [ALL-OUT CHORUS] [band walls of sound, audience full participation] How grim this vessel— even unmanned ! (crowd chants – “EVEN— UNMANNED”) The ocean is filled with ships — just as damned. (crowd chants – “JUST AS DAMNED”) Next one in line! — send their shadows to the grave! (crowd chants “NEXT! NEXT! NEXT!” — sustained) [OUTRO — screamed, uncompromising] [ guitars savage, sudden stop] THIS SHIP IS MINE NOW! — I CLAIM THE PROW! Ships on The Ocean — hulls full of brow. Cargo holds full of the bound and brave — Next one in line — we set them free from their grave. [band cuts — abrupt silence. for 2 seconds: only the crowd keeps chanting “NEXT!” then a single spoken word into dead mic] [Spoken — voice close, dry] “Next.” [END — crowd roar, applause, stomps fade out]