Utopia

I'm back once again, this time with a tavern song! This one's sung by Andrey and takes place in the Broken Heart, shortly before the discovery of the plague. There's an instrumental bit in the middle during which there's some dialogue between Andrey and the Bachelor, included with the lyrics below. Lyrics/music/vocals/etc by me. You can contact me through my tumblr, pathologic-the-musical. Credit for background image goes to elena-illustration on tumblr, elenaillustrate on twitter. Lyrics/script: ANDREY: Two brothers once came to a town and Gorkhon was its name two architects of some renown new players in this game, they’d come by virtue of their minds and hands, our genius caught the ear of Mistress Nina Kaina who then set us up right here! [On ‘Mistress Nina Kaina,’ ANDREY pulls a cloth from where it had hung to cover a portrait on the wall of a rather beautiful woman with dark hair and a red dress, a painting with a bit of a surreal twist, Peter’s work.] And here we stayed to bring her dream to form she told us of a scheme a structure that could pierce through heaven’s veil and in my brother’s mind, its seed. [Andrey snatches a glass from someone who was about to take a sip from it and steps onto the Broken Heart’s stage with the band and hoists his drink in the air.] Come down, raise a glass! I’ll tell you a tale of a tower, a tale of romance, a chance to win against the powers that scour our bowers to topple utopia! CHORUS: Utopia! ANDREY: Drain your cups to Nina Kaina’s grace! For every drop of fortune in the Polyhedron’s name. [ANDREY downs his drink, slams the empty glass down on the bar, and turns back to DANIIL, hopping off the stage again.] ANDREY, spoken: Well? What do you think? DANIIL, spoken: I think you haven’t changed a bit since university. What does this have to do with Simon Kain? ANDREY, spoken: Why, everything! DANIIL, spoken: And what is this ‘Polyhedron’? Some new toy of yours? ANDREY, spoken: Ha! So much more than that, my friend. She is everything. ANDREY, sung: Our dear departed Kaina had a vision to provide, a Focus that could hold within the souls of those who died. My brother Peter drew a blueprint for a tower filled with light, a spiral polyhedron that could trap a dream inside and so I drove the needle in the earth; the soil bled for days. A miracle that rose above us all, and never will decay. Come, I’ll fill your glass in honor of me and my brother and what we have built, we play our parts to alter history, all in the service of saving utopia! CHORUS: Utopia! ANDREY: Drain your cups, there’s no need to be shy! Let fortune and time bend beneath our design, see us push to new heights, we’ve a victory in sight, The Powers That Be are but children in the Polyhedron’s light!