Web Of Lies

from “Big Red Sun”
music by Georgia Stitt
lyrics by John Jiler

HARRY
NO SNIPER IN THE WOODS
NO HERO’S DEATH
NO SONG OF LOVE
ON A DYING BREATH
ONE LONG STRING OF LIES.

THE GRIEVING WIFE
PUSHING BRAVELY THROUGH LIFE,
YEAR AFTER YEAR,
A SMILE THROUGH A TEAR.
AN ELABORATE WEB OF LIES.

HELEN
Harry…

HARRY
STICKY BLACK THREADS
THAT TIE OFF THE BLOOD FROM YOUR HEART
AND RUN ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE START.

HELEN
Your father was a–

HARRY
IS a–

HELEN
–complicated man.

HARRY
AFTER DIAPERS NOTHING IS TRUE.
THE OCEAN ISN’T ALL THAT BLUE.
NO FAIRIES COME WHEN YOUR TOOTH FALLS OUT.
WAKE UP FOOL THE TRUTH CALLS OUT.
IT’S ALL A WEB OF LIES.

THE LULLABYES WERE ALL A FRAUD
SUNG BY A BOOZED-UP, LYING BROAD.
THERE IS A MONSTER WHO’LL EAT YOU WHOLE.
YOUR DREAMS ARE SCREAMS YOU CAN’T CONTROL.
IT’S ALL A WEB OF LIES.

I THOUGHT A MOTHER’S DUTY
HAD TO DO WITH TRUTH AND BEAUTY.
NAÏVE BABY OPEN UP YOUR EYES!
FIRST THING IN LIFE YOU NEED TO DO
IS FIGHT YOUR BLOODY WAY RIGHT THROUGH
THAT BIG OLD WEB OF LIES!

THAT FANTASTIC, ELASTIC WEB OF LIES.

THIS IS THE NEW SOUND
JACKHAMMER TRUE SOUND
ALL YOUR HEROS
ARE REALLY ZEROS.
COURT JESTERS,
CHILD MOLESTERS,
FRAUDS, THUGS,
USERS OF DRUGS…
THE LAWS OF GRAVITY
HAVE BEEN REPEALED.
A WORM FLIES OVER A CLOVER FIELD.
FEATHERS FALL TO THE EARTH WITH A THUD,
ROCKS FLOAT BY ON A SEA OF BLOOD.
IT’S ALL A WEB OF LIES!

WHAT WENT BEFORE DOESN’T WORK ANYMORE.
THE STATUE OF LIBERTY’S A LYING WHORE!
DON’T ASK ANYONE ELSE WHAT’S TRUE-
THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN TRUST IS YOU
TO FIGHT, CLAW, BLEED YOUR WAY RIGHT THROUGH
THAT WEB OF LIES!
THAT WEB OF LIES!
THAT ENDLESS, FRIENDLESS
WEB OF LIES!

(He storms out.)

Swing, Schmuel, Swing

LYRICS:
EDDIE
THE PICTURE OF YOUR UNCLE SHMUEL
HANGING IN THE TEMPLE SCHOOL
IS DARK AND GRAY AND BLACK AND BROWN:
AN OIL EMBALMING OF A FROWN.

MURRAY
Eddie…

EDDIE
SO WHY NOT TOUCH IT UP A BIT?
HONESTLY WHO GIVES A SHIT?

MURRAY
Eddie! People can hear you…!

EDDIE
THE MAN IS DEAD FOR TWENTY YEARS.
ENOUGH WE CRIED RESPECTFUL TEARS!
…2, 3, 4…

TAKE OUT A CAN OF PAINT
GIVE TO SCHMUEL A SMILE.
THE MAN OF SUCH RESTRAINT
IN DEATH CAN GO A LITTLE WILD!
GIVE THE BEARD A TRIM,
THE CHEEKS A TOUCH OF RED.
THE EYES THAT WERE SO GRIM,
MAKE THEM SPIN INSIDE HIS HEAD

AND SWING SCHMUEL SWING!
SWING SCHMUEL SWING!
YOUR YARMULKE IS A TOP HAT
YOUR TALLIS IS A SILK CRAVAT
SO SWING SCHMUEL SWING!