⚔️ Interpretive Dance With Swords ⚔️

INTERPRETIVE DANCE WITH SWORDS [Spoken Intro] Ladies, goblins, and unresolved nervous-system material... Tonight’s performance may be triggered by: one unanswered message, one strangely worded email, one cancelled plan, or the sentence— “We need to talk.” No verified information will be required. Places, everyone. [Verse 1] The nervous system takes the stage In sequins and alarm A silence wears a velvet cape And raises both its arms The goblins work the lighting booth The wound prepares a speech The mind writes seven tragic ends All beautifully in reach One says, “Clearly, they’re offended” One says, “Never trust again” One says, “Maybe something happened” One says, “Send another ten” [Pre-Chorus] Cue the smoke Cue the strings Cue the ancient everything Here comes fear In satin shorts Making feelings into court reports [Chorus] Interpretive dance with swords In the theatre of the head Every silence gets a spotlight Every word that wasn’t said The goblins yell, “It’s over!” The violins report But put down one blade, babe Before you take it into court Interpretive dance with swords Such an elegant attack Put down one sword Check one fact Take one breath Come back, come back [Verse 2] A meeting moved from two to three Becomes a sign of doom A friend walks past distractedly— Dry ice fills the room A message ends with just “Okay” No heart, no extra line The attachment corps de ballet Declares the end of time A cancelled dinner means rejection A tired voice means blame A boss writes, “Can we speak tomorrow?” And shame begins rehearsing names [Pre-Chorus] Cue the trial Cue the blame Cue the understudy of shame Cue retreat Cue attack Nobody has checked a fact [Chorus] Interpretive dance with swords In the theatre of the head Every silence gets a spotlight Every word that wasn’t said The goblins yell, “It’s over!” The violins report But put down one blade, babe Before you take it into court Interpretive dance with swords Such an elegant attack Put down one sword Check one fact Take one breath Come back, come back [Post-Chorus — Ensemble] They hate you! They’re busy! You ruined it! They’re dizzy! Retreat forever! Send a heart! Burn the bridge! Make a chart! Maybe it’s nothing! Maybe it’s fate! Maybe remember It’s only eight! [Spoken] ...Nobody knows. [Verse 3] Sometimes it starts at midnight With a memory from school Something said in nineteen-ninety-eight Now clearly proves you’re a fool Sometimes a door shuts slightly hard A face looks tired or strange And suddenly the whole damn cast Is dressed for climate change The nervous system tells a story Trying hard to keep things safe But every urgent interpretation Does not require a chase No need to beg Or disappear No need to strike Or hide A question can be asked with care Without abandoning pride [Bridge — music drops back] The wobble is not the fall The silence explains nothing at all The thought is only passing through The feeling does not tell you what to do Activation is information Not instruction The nervous system may be telling a story It is not delivering a verdict So... Put down one sword Check what’s true Let reality Enter on cue [Build] One sword down One breath in Nobody has to lose or win One fact first One honest ask Safety grows through little acts Pause the trial Dim the light Not every tremor means a fight Name the room Feel the floor Reality may know a little more [Final Chorus] Interpretive dance with swords In the theatre of the head Every silence gets a spotlight Every future mourned as dead The goblins yell, “It’s over!” But they’re nervous, not the court So thank them for the warning And confiscate the swords Interpretive dance with swords Yes, the feeling may be vast Put down one sword Check one fact Take one breath Come back, come back Interpretive dance with swords Let the orchestra go black Put down one sword Check one fact And let the next real moment Answer back [Outro — spoken] Thank you. Tonight’s performance was emotionally compelling, technically ambitious, and unsupported by current evidence. Tea is available in the foyer. Please return all swords before leaving.