A Passion Play (Part 2)

[The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles]

[Words by Jeffrey Hammond]

[Spoken:]
This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles.

Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day
He was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not
Seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in
Particular, "The hare has lost his spectacles," well, he began to wonder
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there, lying on the grass
Was hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt. And sitting astride a
Twig of a bush a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with
Excitement, for without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were
His spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What
Was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer began
"You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot." "No!" interrupted Owl
Who was wise. "I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight. How could an
Intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?" But all this time, Owl had been
Sitting on the fence, scowling! Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk
She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader
Their guru. She had the answer: "Hare, you must go in search of the optician"
But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles
And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, "I can't send Hare in search of anything!"
"You can guru, you can!" shouted Newt. "You can send him with Owl." But Owl
Had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem
"You can take him in your pouch." But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into
Kangaroo's pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others
Knew nothing about spectacles
[Sung:] As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care. The lost spectacles were
His own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair. A-pair.

[Forest Dance #2 (Instrumental)]

[The Foot Of Our Stairs]

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door
Eat in the corner, talk to the floor
Cheating the spiders who come to say "Please"
(politely). They bend at the knees
Well, i'll go to the foot of our stairs
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
Of ladies lost and erring sons
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends)
Pure as the truth, tied at both ends
Well i'll go to the foot of our stairs
Scented cathedral spire pointed down
We pray for souls in Kentish Town
A delicate hush the gods, floating by
Wishing us well, pie in the sky
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong
Well i'll go to the foot of our stairs
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed
Of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed)
Show me a good man and i'll show you the door
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More."

Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done
I've put in a request to take up my turn
In that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell"
Where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool
Pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.

[Overseer Overture]

Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue
Cold is my touch (freezing).

Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere
Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain
Occasional corn from my oversight grew
Fell with mine angels from a far better place
offering services for the saving of face
Now you're here, you may as well admire
all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
seen in the sky (flashing)
I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye
Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
(primitive rite) (wrongly)
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.

[Flight From Lucifer]

Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow!
What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow
Here's the everlasting rub... Neither am I good or bad
I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had
I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling
The flies there are sleeping quietly
Twist my right arm in the dark
I would give two or three for
One of those days that never made
Impressions on the old score
I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree
Everyone's saved we're in the grave
See you there for afternoon tea
Time for awaking the tea lady's making
A brew-up and baking new bread
Pick me up at half past none
There's not a moment to lose
There is the train on which I came
On the platform are my old shoes
Station master rings his bell
Whistles blow and flags wave
A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should)
I thank everybody
For making me welcome
I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off.

[10.08 To Paddington (Instrumental)]

[Magus Perde]

Hail! Son of kings make the ever-dying sign
Cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE
There am I waiting along the sand
Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea
Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain
Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to BE
Here am I (voyager into life)
Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge
Break the circle,stretch the line, call upon the devil
Bring the gods, the gods' own fire
In the conflict revel
The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born
Renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn
Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore
Breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.

Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life
(yours to breathe and breath the pain of living)... Living BE!
Here am I! Roll the stone away
From the dark into ever-day.

[Epilogue]
There was a rush along the Fulham Road
Into the Ever-passion Play.