A mini rock opera (pre Dan, Harlequin). Composition, guitars, keys, vocals: Emile Pinsonneault / Bass: Tom Pinsonneault  / Drums: Dave Blood

The Intrusion 

Part I: Possession

It was Tuesday in the sleeping town
As the last word trickled down
Was it you that touched a corner of my mind?

She is yearning for a different style
And she won’t stop till it’s found
Won’t you rest your weary head for just a while?

This time, she knows just what it’s for
There’s a special magic in the city streets
Her mind, is calling something forth
And I know there’s someone stranger there to meet

Last Sunday, I could speak her name
In a whisper in the dark
She has broken all the rules and then my heart

There’s a new found evil on the land
And it bears my lover’s smile
And I’m going to have to stop it when it starts

Time, to hold you in my arms
And let you see the wrongness that you are
Time, to touch the special place
And chase that evil grimace from your face

Part II: Battle

Hear the cry from the tortured village
As blood red smoke fills the sky
The armies of the damned are marching close
A game of evil versus right

She is legions of the dead
And she’ll paint the hillside red
Grab your sword and make a stand
This could be the end of man

Hear the sound of clashing metal
Watch the bodies pile high
We will kill the dark usurper
With our blood we will defy

She is legions of the dead
And she’ll paint the hillside red
Grab your sword and make a stand
This could be the end of man

Tonight again, she is calling me
Tie me down, please tie me down
She will chew me into pieces
To bring my crumbling empire down

Part III: The Price of Victory

I heard a song called victory
It sprang from the barren hills
The last offensive had been met
And the prophecy fulfilled

Now the living mourn the dead
And the bards relate the deeds
Of the men on the blood stained ground
Who died so we’d be free

But what a price this victory
When there’s no time left for you and me

I heard a song called misery
As I touched my lover’s grave
My sword had finally set her free
So my kingdom could be saved

Now a part of me is gone
And it’s time to carry on
But it’s hard for me to see
This thing called victory


The Intrusion

I missed the vision
Perhaps I just checked out in time
Earned your derision
Though it’s no one’s fault but mind

We are the dream 
We are the ones you left behind		    
Look in their eyes
As their destiny unwinds

I caught the cadence
I can recite it in my sleep
Fear your decisions
Fear the evil that you reap

We are forgotten
We are the children of the son
No revelations
As we watch it come undone

We are the chosen
And we listen to the swell
We are the madmen
And we’re on the brink of tell

We are forgotten
We are the chosen
We are the forgotten
We are the chosen

I missed the vision
Perhaps I just checked out in time

Words and Music: Emile Pinsonneault

We Are The Chosen

Well I can hear the words that burn today
We’ve fallen to our knees, it’s all insane
They call us the warriors and some of us must die
Life is only precious when it’s still inside
The proof is in the pudding or in the lies

What are you bitching about again?
You should be happy he’s here
Liberals are trying to destroy the dream
But we have the answers they fear

You call yourself a Christian
But you worship the greed
Shouldn’t you care for the poor?
All the people in need

You’re just a leech 
You want to be fed
But nothing in life is free

You play the victim
I know what you’ve said
Your actions aren’t matching your deeds

Take a look around
We spend it all on war
We don’t educate our youth
We’re not feeding the poor

Why do you challenge the President?
Why don’t you listen to me?
You’ve been a victim of all the fake news
Here in the land of the free

There’s got to be a better way
To find our common ground
We’re not hearing what we say
And the truth just can’t be found
There’s got to be a better way

Hello my old friend
So here we are again
The black man’s falling down
And the white man just pretends
We’re claiming liberty
But there’s no justice in the end

Don’t judge me by my skin
Don’t hate the way I speak
Surely there is room for me

We call ourselves the greatest
But growing meaner all the time
No room for tolerance
Just the vision we contrive

Are we exposing what we are?
To make it seem greater again
The dream is still alive
Until the ignorant win

Remember who we are
Remember where we’ve been
Don’t throw it all away
Find the place within

So here’s a prayer for America
I hope we all can see
The dream is only real
When we’re united and free

There are those that would divide us
Claiming supremacy
So here’s my hope for America
It’s time for us to see…it’s time for us to see

I am the beast
And I have risen
I’m here to steal your dreams

I fuel your hate
And your division
I need you following me

The secret of control is to attack
I must control reality
The libtards punish me with truth
I’ll tell you what you should believe

I will go down in history 
The faithful worship me
I am a legend in my own time
Here in the land of the free

You are illusion, you are a lie
Darken our history
The cheaters and liars all gather around
Worshipping all your greed

The vision might remain inside my head
A generation left for dead
I hear your voice you foolish clown
And all you do is bring us down

Don’t judge me by my skin
Don’t hate what I believe
Don’t hate the way I speak
Don’t tell me I must leave
There is truly room for me
In the land of the free

Words and Music: Emile Pinsonneault

Zeitgeist ( a rock opera)

Broken

Dancing on the internet
I can see it going down
Staring down the gun barrel
Into the face of a clown

You scream second amendment
As our children hit the ground
No more thoughts and prayers
As we are falling down

I like to think that we’re not broken
We live for truth and truth is spoken
I like to think that we aren’t frozen
Because the wrongs don’t make it right
And it is time to see the light

Bang Bang
Here in the cowboy nation
Bang Bang  
A deadly iteration
Bang Bang 
Forget legislation
Bang Bang 
Here in the cowboy nation
Bang Bang
Inside our school halls
Bang Bang
Inside the shopping malls
Bang Bang
Owned by the NRA
Bang Bang
No thoughts and prayers today

The solution isn’t guns
On everybody’s hips
Fuck your open carry
You’re just a hypocrite

When you walk into the store
With an AK-47
I’m running for the door 
You might be broken

And I like to think that we’re not broken…..		

Words and music: Emile Pinsonneault

Broken

One day they handed down the light
Restructuring our DNA
Evolution overdrive
Permission that we never gave
Intention doesn’t make it right
What are you trying to create?

Sometimes they still take us away
Through distant night
Stealing my time away
Slivers of mind
Implanting things inside, which I can’t find
When they are done with me, what’s left inside?

They came from sky, we thought them Gods
Their magic was technology
Their purpose always so unclear
How do they view humanity?

And we are destroying this world
With war and greed
They could save us all
With technology
We must seem primitive, through evolved eyes
Yet they’re not reaching out, I don’t know why

Take me away, back to the stars
Show me the way, and who you are
I know you’re watching us, you leave signs
Are we the ones you meant to leave behind?

The vision now is rocking me
My dose of cold reality
We’re not the ones, we have no God
This time the truth won’t set us free

Did they create or intervene?
Will they step in or let us be?
They leave us signs, but they don’t speak
Leave us to our destiny

The Intervention

She Gets Down

She gets down
And I can’t console her
Cannot control her
And I wouldn’t try

So turn around 
I like the things I’m hearing 
She’s wearing golden earrings
And she’s taking it down

(Chorus)
I want to love you longer
Love you deeper
Hold you closer 
Trying to reach you
Rock you harder 
Your starlight destiny… and it’s me

She gets down
Tripping on her moonbeam
Wondering who I’ll be
But I know what she likes

She’s been found
Hiding in the dark scene 
Pretending she’s the night queen
Only living the lie

(Chorus)

She gets down
Smoother than velvet
She really sells it
And she’s right on time

Chasing the sound
Putting all of her soul in
Paying for her past sins
And she’s bringing it down

(Chorus)

Words and Music: Emile Pinsonneault

She Gets Down

Welcome to Reality Divine
Let all delusions shine

“Well things ain’t getting easier”
She says and turns away
Another time refined inside my mind

We’re writing our own epitaphs
Wrapped up on the “I”
Denial’s just a symptom of the crime

The strategy is to make us dumber
And feed the war machine
Everyday a little poorer
No-where in between
Impoverished youth without a choice
Ship them off to war
Turning killing into profit
For the military whores

Welcome to Reality Divine
Let your delusions shine

Now we’re getting older
There’s blood upon our hands
Doing all your killing in all the foreign lands

Some of us are homeless
And some of us are dead
And some of us are crazy
With the horror in our heads

Words and music: Emile Pinsonneault

Reality Devine

Whispers In The Dark
I don't know where to begin
Shallow innuendos don't seem like you…at all
Yes, you dance
Yes, you feel
But do you know?
What lies within your sighs…lost in shadow

Still, you chance
What you can't
The forbidden does amuse you
A hidden place
A stranger's face
Why do the answers still elude you?

I know you, you're like me
There are things inside that no one else…should see
So you seek
And then you find
What does it mean?
No closer to the answers…afraid to be

Still, you dance
Until you can't
Till the morning light construes you
A mystic phrase
Takes you away
Until the decadence becomes you

Words and Music: Emile Pinsonneault

Iterations

Whispers in The Dark

Well I was walking down the road 
Trying to manage my load
There were voices in my head
Strangers in my bed

Tell me who I’m supposed to be
Don’t sell me on what it means
I’m looking for the real thing
Tell me when I get to sing

Time to find the groove
Get down on this place
Turn this motherfucker on its face

We’re in it, to win it
We want it, to flaunt it
Don’t need your forgiveness or disgrace

Well I was leaning on tradition
Like a crooked politician, that you know.
Well the lines are running clearer
And I hope to draw you nearer to the show

There’s no need for hesitation
It will fuel a generation, so let’s go
There are voices in my head
Strangers in my bed

There you are
I don’t think I can reach you
We’ve grown so far apart
Your reality doesn’t teach you

Strangers In My Bed

Music and Keys: Rob Laviano
Music, Lyrics and Instruments


I Can’t Pretend

A fading glimpse of life 
For all that came before you
I refuse to wonder why

We live our lives from day to day
The misery and joy and pain
I’m sure there is a reason
I’ve been lost inside the why
Blind faith eludes me when I try

Why are we here 
What do you want from me?
I didn’t ask to be here
Now I’m lost in time

See I’ve looked hard inside
And I’ve tried to ride the tide
A vison that still haunts me …sometimes

Now I’m locked far away 
Until the images fade
And I know that you’re not here to play

I can’t pretend, that this not the end
And we’re losing the things that made us real
I can’t pretend, that you were not my friend
But we’re confusing the things that made us feel
I can’t pretend

We live our lives from day to day
Sometimes the fear gets in the way
Brainwashed with religion
And don’t you question why
Scared into submission by the lies

I can’t pretend

I Can't Pretend

My guitar won’t leave me alone…it craves my touch. She calls to me in the night with her soft petulant moans, incessant and maddening. She wants to possess me, to control me…maybe even destroy me. Time is on her side as she faces the eventuality with a smugness that sickens yet somehow elates me.
 

My guitar cries softy in my hands and the cries quickly turn to screams of passion. Those cries touching the God source yet somehow still squirmingly decadent and evil. Is that Satan’s voice or is the voice of an Angel?
 

“Satan was an Angel,” she reminds me with a smirk. I know that she will provide no answers that aren’t questions and no lies that are not truths. I try to distance myself and turn a deaf ear to her calls but my efforts are futile. She knows this and savors my distress, my uncertainty. She knows I’ll be back…I always come back.
 

And now once again we are one or perhaps we’re more her with every breath and every note. My guitar is a beautiful sleek sexy banshee and her cries call you to the rock. You watch yourself go to her as if watching a silent film. You fall into her arms welcoming the oblivion, if only for a short time. And as you bang your head against the Siren’s rock you realize a glimmer of predestination and perhaps even completion.
 

“You are mine," she says and you nod softly as the serpent's coils encircle you and you walk off into the distant night.
 


Emile Pinsonneault – Composition, Guitar, Vocals, Bass, Keyboards.

Emile Pinsonneault

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