Bacchanal

Lyrics

SAMSON: It's a pagan bacchanalian ritual JAYNIE: Frenzied practice MO: Nocturnal escapades SAMSON: Violent initiation JAYNIE: All in celebration of the god Dionysus MO: God of harvest, wine, madness, and fertility MOB: AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE AND THE SCREAMS OF THE ABUSED SHALL BE DROWNED OUT BY THE DIN OF DRUMS AND DARKNESS MO: As the Dionysian followers rip the king of Thebes apart in ecstasy! HARPER: I'm sorry, is there ecstasy? MOB: I FEEL A FRENZY OF FEVER AND FIRE MY FRECKLES ARE FRAZZLED AND DOOM IS DESIRE AND FEVER FEELS GOOD AND DOOM FEELS GOOD GIVE IN TO IT ALL GIVE IN TO IT ALL SAMSON: And who shall be the anointed one? MO: Yes who? JAYNIE: Who shall be the celebrated one? MO: Yes who? HARPER: Will this get me ahead? MO: If you want it bad enough MOB: CRAVING MY CRAZY I CRACK OUT AND CRUMBLE AND I CRINGE AND I CRAWL AS THE WALL STARTS TO TUMBLE AND CHAINS COME OFF AND RULES ARE BROKEN GIVE IN TO IT ALL GIVE IN TO IT ALL DJ: DO YOU WANT TO FEEL CELEBRATED? HARPER: Of course! DJ: DO YOU WANT TO FEEL APPRECIATED? HARPER: Yes! DJ: DO YOU WANT TO BE GLORIFIED? HARPER: Well, I wouldn't say no DJ: DO YOU WANT TO BE DEIFIED? HARPER: I am ambitious! DJ: DO YOU WANT TO BE REMEMBERED? HARPER: It's a kind of respеct MOB (HARPER): BY YOUR BEST FRIENDS (Yes!) BY STRANGERS (Yes!) BY BOYS (Yes!) BY GIRLS (Yеs!) BY MEN (Yes!) BY WOMEN (Yes!) BY FANS AND CONSUMERS POLITICIANS AND BREEDERS MINDLESS BINGE WATCHING SMARTPHONE READERS BY CAPITALISTS AND COMMUNISTS NOBODY BIGSHOTS SHEEP AND CONSERVATIVES HALLELUJAH RIMSHOTS BY YOURSELF BY YOURSELF BY YOURSELF HARPER: Yes! Yes! Yes! HARPER: GO CRAZY OVER ME ADORE ME GET OBSESSED WITH ME RESTORE ME RAVISH ME RELISH ME RADIATE ME ROCK ME I NEED YOU ALL I NEED YOU ALL I NEED YOU ALL I NEED YOU ALL MOB: I NEED YOU ALL I NEED YOU ALL I NEED YOU ALL I NEED YOU ALL The Beloved Bolometer goes nuts and eventually explodes!! SAMSON: I suddenly feel like all four humors are animated JAYNIE: Me too SAMSON: I just want to get closer to Harper JAYNIE: Me too SAMSON: I'd just like a piece of Harper MO: Harper is so great! Harper Harper Harper Harper... HARPER: Actually I need a little space MOB: WE WANT TO LOVE THE THING THAT LOVES US WHEN WE HATE OURSELVES WE LOVE TO HATE THE THING THAT LOVES ITSELF LIKE WE CAN'T OURSELVES HARPER: Hey. Hey. Just a little breathing room here MOB: AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE AND THE SCREAMS OF THE ABUSED SHALL BE DROWNED OUT BY THE DIN OF DRUMS AND DARKNESS HARPER: Fine, take everything! It's all for you! JANELLE: Harper - stop, they're hurting you HARPER: No, they're not JANELLE: There's a whole gym here, no need to crowd her Let her go! Let her go! Let her go! Let her go! Let her go! Let her go! MO: No - that part is mine TYE: But I want the hair GRACE: I want the eyes JAYNIE: I want the nerve CYRUS: She's got some nerve SAMSON: I'd like her shoes GRACE: I want the obvious overcompensating MO: I'll take half the false confidence JAYNIE/TYE: Let's split the shoulders MO: Divide the bad jokes SAMSON: I want all of the achilles heel CYRUS: You can have the right, I'll take the left JANELLE: Well you can't have the left! DJ (casually): Janelle - get away from them.... JANELLE: She needs some room to breathe DJ: They're going to get you too JANELLE: I can't leave her DJ: Yes - you can - you're doing so good. You're your own person, Janelle! JANELLE: I'm my own person DJ: You're your best friend's equal JANELLE: I'm her equal! HARPER: Stay out of this, Janelle! JANELLE: Oh. Ok. Sorry (The mob fervor builds to a fever pitch and tears Harper apart.) (JANELLE won't leave her side despite bacchae madness, amuck.) JANELLE: We're equals. We're best friends! Isosceles triangle!!! (The mob tears apart JANELLE.) (DJ hits the AIR HORN.)