WINSTON: (sings) For all of my vision, There have been sights my eyes could not see. I've dreamed them at nighttime Or in a morning reverie. I've seen them in daydreams, and when my trembling hands would draw near. Those sights were like mirages, Leaving my eyes so full of fear. But all of those visions Never came close to looking like you. It scares me to imagine All of what you and I could do. TAURA: And it scares me to ponder All the places we might go, All the worlds we might wander. It scares me to know That in you is reflected All the wishes I have hidden from, The dreams I've neglected Start to show. WINSTON: And every time I hold you, It is like holding on to a dream. I wait for you to vanish Like something else not so supreme. I wait for it to finish, And find instead it's barely begun. I come ready for darkness And face instead the rising sun. TAURA: And instead of an ending, A beginning comes along. As I turn toward the sundown, It Turns Toward Dawn. BOTH: And the whole world is spinning Like a top that twirls, the world is spun And woven into the words we've sung. BOTH: And the words that are burning In our hearts will ride upon The same tide that is turning, It Turns Toward Dawn: T'ward a new exploration Of unchartered new dimensions of the heart, Let us start to travel on . . . And on we will travel, Though winter freezes, Though summer burns. We met first in the darkness. Until we saw that darkness Turns Toward Dawn. © 2018-2021 by Andy Pope. All Rights Reserved.

BENZO: Just after midnight, Outside the gates of town, While you weren't watching, The Hunter took you down. How you were hurtin' And how that hunter grinned! One thing was certain: The Hunter had you pinned . . . Had you pinned. . . I was the Hunter - But I became the Game. Caught in the shuffle, I shuddered in my shame. All the things that I desired Were given to you instead. That's why you're hunted - That's why you're wanted dead. BENZO: Wounded and stranded, MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: Wounded . . . BENZO: Are you the one they seek? MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: Stranded . . . BENZO: Whom they've demanded MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: Wounded . . . BENZO: To champion the weak? MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: Demanded . . . BENZO: How can a beacon Be shining from a tomb? MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: How can it be? BENZO: Dude, you are tweakin' ! MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: Tweakin' . . . BENZO: Go back to Mama's womb! Mama's womb . . . BENZO, MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: I was the Hunter! BENZO: But I became the Game. Caught in the shuffle, I shuddered in my shame. BENZO, MOLLY & JOHN JAMES: All the things that I desired Were given to you instead. BENZO: That's why you're hunted - That's why you're wanted dead! LOW MEN: The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted. ADD LOW WOMEN: They are among the weirdest of the wanted - ADD HIGH MEN: By cops and hookers constantly confronted - ADD HIGH WOMEN: You do not want to be among the Hunted. MOLLY: Pay close attention 'Cause this street life is not a joke. There's no prevention For dreams gone up in smoke. Ditch the ambition - It does not serve you well. In your position All hopes get shot to hell. MOLLY: Shot to hell . . . ALL: I was the Hunter! MOLLY: But I became the Game. To the exclusion Of reasonable shame. Everything you have to say to me, I dismiss as a pack of lies. C'mon why don't you have your way with me. That's how the Hunted usually dies. ALL: The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted. They are among the weirdest of the wanted. By cops and hookers constantly confronted, You do not want to be among the Hunted. The streets at midnight kill! WINSTON: God damn the doctor! He does not have the cure! Dodge his prescriptions - Don't fall for his allure. Curses on the social worker Whose game is to trap the free. Watch me while I shun and shirk her The social worker Won't work ME. ALL: I was the Hunter! But I became the Game - Caught in the turnstile Of bargain, bust and blame. Everyone has been remanded And no one has been set free. Everybody has been branded And marked for history. LOW MEN: The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted. They are among the weirdest of the wanted. ADD LOW WOMEN: By cops and hookers constantly confronted, You do not want to be among the Hunted. ADD HIGH MEN: The streets at midnight magnify the Hunted. They are among the weirdest of the wanted. ADD HIGH WOMEN: By cops and hookers constantly confronted, You do not want to be among the Hunted. EVERYBODY: The streets at midnight kill!!! © 2012-2021 by Andy Pope. All Rights Reserved.

TAURA: Daylight! Breaking in beams from Eastern skies - Daylight! Bursting the dreams that demons devise. Daylight! Coming in droves like geese in flight: Loosed from coves of the night . . . Daylight! Bringing the hope of what's to be. Daylight! Scanning the scope of mornings to see. Daylight! Spreading her rays across the lawn - Lift your gaze Through the haze Lift your praise To the dawn. Awaken the dawn!! © 2018-2021 by Andy Pope. All Rights Reserved.

JOHN JAMES: Never mind all that - Gimme a place to hang my hat - Let me in and I'll do you fat - Gimme till sunrise. I got weed And I got speed. And I got a bunch of other things that you need; So it's not about money or greed - Let's have some fun, guys! TIMOTHY, CYRUS & JOLIARRE: Oh Johnny James you're bein' a creep! You're gonna get inside and go to sleep, And in the morning they'll be a sweep And we'll be arrested! You're nothing but a money-making machine, Come on, man up and own up! Johnny come clean! The cops'll find a place that's pretty obscene, And crack-infested. TAURA: An Oracle from Beyond, Concerning everything known to Man. An era of Grace has dawned, In keeping with the Plan. In University halls, And many venues throughout the land, Wherever the herald's calls Are heard by those who understand. JOHN JAMES: What's to understand? Spirituality is bland. If it ain't cash on demand, Then you're just a loser! TIMOTHY, CYRUS & JOLIARRE: Come on, come on now Johnny James - You better not be callin' people names - 'Cuz livin' life is more than just playin' games - Let the man choose her! WINSTON: An Oracle of Appeal Will be submitted to those who reign, Confirming the common zeal No ruler shall disdain - And every official shrine Will come to signal the common bond, Emerging from those divine, From deep within and far beyond - WINSTON & TAURA: An Oracle from Beyond, Will be released from our common core! The Universe will respond Like never e'er before! And shower across the glen Where we have made our nomadic beds The might of the poet's pen Upon the ground the Seeker treads. ALL: An Oracle from Beyond Expressing everything that we are, Conveying the common bond In earth and sky and star! From University halls, It will be echoed throughout the land, Wherever the Herald's calls Are heard by those who understand. Understand!! Understand!! Understand!! Understand!!! © 2013-2021 by Andy Pope. All Rights Reserved.

CYRUS & TIMOTHY: Elegy to honor Winston Greene - Rebel and romantic, poet and prophet. Never in my whole life have I seen Someone else like Winston Greene. JOLIARRE: Elegy to honor Winston Greene - Revolutionary, warrior and martyr. Even in his death so unforeseen, Still he lives on, Winston Greene. TAURA: Even now, there's still alive in my heart Something like a man from another dimension, Far beyond your words my soul could impart: CYRUS, TIMOTHY & JOLIARRE: Drawing on the moon, long before dawn For the sight so soon seen Where the hero shines on! TAURA: Even as I sing, my heart's in my hands, Trying not to mention over and over, Every drop of pain, for who understands How I loved you, Winston Greene? CYRUS & TIMOTHY: Elegy to honor Winston Greene, Charismatic wizard, mighty magician, Master of that magical machine Set apart for Winston Greene! ALL: Even as I sing, my heart's in my hands, Flashing my intentions over and over, Nobody who hears me misunderstands CYRUS & TIMOTHY: (with female back-up) How I felt beside him, Beside him where he sat so silently, Looking side by side, Feeling like I'd be ready to strike like an enemy! ALL: Even as I weep, the whole world will see All my disaffection sooner or later, Nobody can keep their hearts free from me! Listen to the message of the Urban Elegy. Nobody can sleep for long next to me! They'll make the connection sooner or later, Once you tread on any one of us, you tread on me! Listen to the music of the Urban Elegy. Even as I pray that justice be served, I will pave the way, and sooner than later Make sure those who turned against us get what they deserve, Once they hear the message of the Urban Elegy. Listen to the music of the Urban Elegy. Listen to the message of the Urban Elegy: The Urban Message: "Don't Tread on Me." © 2012-2021 by Andy Pope. All Rights Reserved.