Antonio

Lyrics

As all the pigs have turned back into men And the sky is auspicious and the sea Calm as a clock, we can all go home again. Yes, it undoubtedly looks as if we Could take life as easily now as tales Write ever-after: not only are the Two heads silhouetted against the sails --And kissing, of course-- well built, but the lean Fool is quite a person, the fingernails Of the dear old butler for once quite clean, And the royal passengers quite as good As rustics, perhaps better, for they mean What they say, without, as a rustic would, Casting reflections on the courtly crew. Yes, brother Prospero, your grouping could Not be more effective: given a few Incomplete objects and a nice warm day, What a lot a little music can do. Dotted about the deck they doze or play, Your loyal subjects all, grateful enough To know their place and believe what you say. Antonio, sweet brother, has to laugh. How easy you have made it to refuse Peace to your greatness! Break your wand in half, The fragments will join; burn your books or lose Them in the sea, they will soon reappear, Not even damaged: as long as I choose To wear my fashion, whatever you wear Is a magic robe; while I stand outside Your circle, the will to charm is still there. As I exist so you shall be denied, Forced to remain our melancholy mentor, The grown-up man, adult in his pride, Never have time to curl up at the centre Time turns on when completely reconciled; Never become and therefore never enter The green occluded pasture as a child. Your all is partial, Prospero; My will is all my own: Your need to love shall never know Me: I am I, Antonio, By choice myself alone.