Captive 'I' Love (pt 2) [DOMS: ACT:4 SONG:TBD]

musical, elder scrolls, mariachi, folk, argument

STUDIO

[Music builds from somber to simmering, instrumental intro, combo dark folk mariachi 'corrido']

[Ashimasi is brought up to the stage by the Elytra crowd, she stands before False Sotha-Sil now bearing Muatra]

[Instrumentation falls back and Ashimasi begins to sing clearly furious toward Sil]

[ASHIMASI (female young mezzo slight vocal fray:]
Just banishes to absence!?
Who poses simple question, casts light upon your erring,
your own demean abcessed excess, 
what festers in that staleness, 
abhors all air, what could your mettle 
so quickly and completely make red rot rust digest,
Strikes out… writes off… deems nameless ?
So this, more of, 
the love, professed?
so chaste? So says?
Trauma bound, in anagram recess
Muatra, pulled from that ald-foul want-take demon,
That mask what wears, is slipping.
Despite all preening and that primping,
Your hollow wanton weft, by what orders all existence,
selfish whims you mis-chif,
unravels by but force of breath---
No ties nor fetters snare it, 
the truth what claims presents.
A god much less than name sake,
what even ald disparage tales contest,
You are something nameless!
It's YOU that fails in-stan't!

[Brief tone shift to pensive from anger]
Masiashi, new found brother - of me!
Who twin too, had mirror lost he!
Whose right-mind and too right stride,
despite it all, what weight upon him,
never dained desert in truth nor ver'ly cross me,
ancestor shame share, ghost-scented wearer
where can you be now?!
How can I bear this?
What name do I where if?
I could ever, give up what piece of myself, you, Masiashi, 
New hope I here found?

[False Sotha-Sil glitches attempting to respond but unable to]

[VERSE 1 — ASHIMASI (mezzo, focused, low gravel)]

[ASHIMASI:]
Your perfect order, 
As love were mere force-make mandate!
a pose you to do as thing! Fool...
What speaks of is so ghastly, as ledger what dispatched me.
What binds up by self-serve want, 
numb to name or guilt or what owns most fairly,
what carries on strikes out,
Whose stakes are dust-cloud wafte-light phantom, 
conjured of unto and off t'ord grave desecrate ends!
Your hunger, abhors absence, what shows Pado-may's success,
Your order is a chaos, visits arbitrate incense,
On all misfortune, accident on falls them, mortal kind line led.
Speaks as gear-grind bite were mercy,
awhile it wheels, wined-wears down our backs,
Whatever part could play, was all the worse for,
was take apart - snip off - fashion back - fold up left less,
each ad-just, de-grade-ing just'ness,
what was always ever, by itself enough.
Folley False-Sil croon-ling!

[False Sotha-Sil moves to say something but glitches instead "croooonnnn...crooon...errror"]

[ELYTRA CROWD — soft whispers, background only:]
Gear-grind… turning… back-break… falsehood...

[VERSE 2 — ASHIMASI (mezzo, warming, emotional arc)]

[ASHIMASI:]
For my own part, have I learned this!
Line memorial fate-flay lash upon me.
Blind-mind delusions, what bind up their meaning,
to false blames, names, intents, muddle up all feeling.
As Love, respect, deserving, 
were debts born down by,
accident trickle down blight,
kin blood.
Too long we have suffered for your schemeing—
which mother, father, brother saw impressed,
My whole tribe so long entranced!
I too dreamt that thinking,
what shaped self as duty of me ,
unerring print-step, script-rote bearer.
Who barely amounted to shadow,
whose umber shade was castless,
what's by dimmest light dispensed.

[FALSE SOTHA-SIL INTERRUPTION — brief]

[FALSE SOTHA-SIL (autotuned male tenor, glitching; falsely paternal, very short lines):]
Child of ash[FALSE SOTHA-SIL INTERRUPTION — brief]

[FALSE SOTHA-SIL (autotuned male tenor, glitching; falsely paternal, very short lines):]
Child of ash— permit — permit me me restrestore orethe—

[ASHIMASI:]
No more!
Your will is kalpas born, and scar-mired!
Your love is petty bully violence,
justifies nothing, raype-prince pretense.
Give up your mask and act, see!
What face wears disgusts incites me!
Blames Ayem for scrapping script, so written!
What parades the clock-sure fraud, before all the more captives of its fist-tried 'love?
Ruin stone we bide in, Bar-Dow once called, 
who looked down on, not just your brother's city!
Made mock play piece for benefit of whim-wined nod,
to false order prefect, what evidenced your so-calls love, even whose confessions reek of wrong.

[ELYTRA CROWD — background whispers:]
False… wrong…

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[Music builds from somber to simmering, instrumental intro, combo dark folk mariachi 'corrido'] [Ashimasi is brought up to the stage by the Elytra crowd, she stands before False Sotha-Sil now bearing Muatra] [Instrumentation falls back and Ashimasi begins to sing clearly furious toward Sil] [ASHIMASI (female young mezzo slight vocal fray:] Just banishes to absence!? Who poses simple question, casts light upon your erring, your own demean abcessed excess, what festers in that staleness, abhors all air, what could your mettle so quickly and completely make red rot rust digest, Strikes out… writes off… deems nameless ? So this, more of, the love, professed? so chaste? So says? Trauma bound, in anagram recess Muatra, pulled from that ald-foul want-take demon, That mask what wears, is slipping. Despite all preening and that primping, Your hollow wanton weft, by what orders all existence, selfish whims you mis-chif, unravels by but force of breath--- No ties nor fetters snare it, the truth what claims presents. A god much less than name sake, what even ald disparage tales contest, You are something nameless! It's YOU that fails in-stan't! [Brief tone shift to pensive from anger] Masiashi, new found brother - of me! Who twin too, had mirror lost he! Whose right-mind and too right stride, despite it all, what weight upon him, never dained desert in truth nor ver'ly cross me, ancestor shame share, ghost-scented wearer where can you be now?! How can I bear this? What name do I where if? I could ever, give up what piece of myself, you, Masiashi, New hope I here found? [False Sotha-Sil glitches attempting to respond but unable to] [VERSE 1 — ASHIMASI (mezzo, focused, low gravel)] [ASHIMASI:] Your perfect order, As love were mere force-make mandate! a pose you to do as thing! Fool... What speaks of is so ghastly, as ledger what dispatched me. What binds up by self-serve want, numb to name or guilt or what owns most fairly, what carries on strikes out, Whose stakes are dust-cloud wafte-light phantom, conjured of unto and off t'ord grave desecrate ends! Your hunger, abhors absence, what shows Pado-may's success, Your order is a chaos, visits arbitrate incense, On all misfortune, accident on falls them, mortal kind line led. Speaks as gear-grind bite were mercy, awhile it wheels, wined-wears down our backs, Whatever part could play, was all the worse for, was take apart - snip off - fashion back - fold up left less, each ad-just, de-grade-ing just'ness, what was always ever, by itself enough. Folley False-Sil croon-ling! [False Sotha-Sil moves to say something but glitches instead "croooonnnn...crooon...errror"] [ELYTRA CROWD — soft whispers, background only:] Gear-grind… turning… back-break… falsehood... [VERSE 2 — ASHIMASI (mezzo, warming, emotional arc)] [ASHIMASI:] For my own part, have I learned this! Line memorial fate-flay lash upon me. Blind-mind delusions, what bind up their meaning, to false blames, names, intents, muddle up all feeling. As Love, respect, deserving, were debts born down by, accident trickle down blight, kin blood. Too long we have suffered for your schemeing— which mother, father, brother saw impressed, My whole tribe so long entranced! I too dreamt that thinking, what shaped self as duty of me , unerring print-step, script-rote bearer. Who barely amounted to shadow, whose umber shade was castless, what's by dimmest light dispensed. [FALSE SOTHA-SIL INTERRUPTION — brief] [FALSE SOTHA-SIL (autotuned male tenor, glitching; falsely paternal, very short lines):] Child of ash[FALSE SOTHA-SIL INTERRUPTION — brief] [FALSE SOTHA-SIL (autotuned male tenor, glitching; falsely paternal, very short lines):] Child of ash— permit — permit me me restrestore orethe— [ASHIMASI:] No more! Your will is kalpas born, and scar-mired! Your love is petty bully violence, justifies nothing, raype-prince pretense. Give up your mask and act, see! What face wears disgusts incites me! Blames Ayem for scrapping script, so written! What parades the clock-sure fraud, before all the more captives of its fist-tried 'love? Ruin stone we bide in, Bar-Dow once called, who looked down on, not just your brother's city! Made mock play piece for benefit of whim-wined nod, to false order prefect, what evidenced your so-calls love, even whose confessions reek of wrong. [ELYTRA CROWD — background whispers:] False… wrong…

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