From the Pop Opera, The Media Lords, sung by the character Baron Anchor

(ANCHOR rises to accuse DIVA of betrayal)

ANCHOR
Et tu, Diva?
Such a cruel betrayal
And you, Diva
I believed were bound by some loyalty
Diva be gone, leave my sight
I spit upon your memory

(ANCHOR drains his wineglass and throws it at DIVA. Then ANCHOR swigs directly from the wine bottle and spits it on DIVA. Exit DIVA. ANCHOR continues to sloppily drink and spill from the bottle through the remainder of the scene)

Farewell my traitorous friend, enemies now
Such a woman who could kiss me on the cheek
While slipping a stiletto in my spine
Chain me to a rock for all of eternity
As her eagle pecks my liver out
Dunk my head into a bucket of turpentine
And then hurl a lit match at my face
Lean me out a window so I can see the view
Oops, then it’s defenestration time
Build a bed out of a hundred dead porcupines
Make me sleep with needles piercing my flesh
Wrench my jaw and force a funnel down my throat
For a tasty pint of pure strychnine


Et Tu Diva

Oh Darling

Beautiful Mess of a Girl
Chelsea Nisbett, Paul Colman, Mia Fieldes

Verse 1:
So what if I’m not perfect
So what it’s not the end of the world
I may not have found my match, but I think that I’m a catch
I’m a beautiful mess of a girl

Verse 2:
So what if you don’t think I’m worth it
So what it’s not the end of the world
Got a Band-Aid on my heart and I’ll never look the part
I’m a beautiful mess of a girl

Pre-chorus:
Shoulda, coulda, woulda… Oh whatever!

Chorus:
So long to stupid insecurity
Sayonara to the weight of the world
Adios to flawless and hello
To a beautiful mess of a girl

Verse 3:
So what if I don’t have it together
Not like it’s the end of the world
I might be walking ‘round with my foot in my mouth
But I’m a beautiful mess of a girl

Bridge:
Who isn’t on a journey?
Who hasn’t done some hurting?
Who isn’t finished learning?
Oh… We all got questions burning
Shoulda, I coulda, I woulda, I shoulda
Shoulda, coulda, woulda, shoulda, coulda, woulda… Oh whatever!

Ending:
So what if I’m not perfect
So what it’s not the end of the world
Shoulda, coulda, woulda I’ve been saying too long
Shoulda, coulda, woulda have been friends for too long
Shoulda, coulda, woulda
I’m a beautiful mess of a girl


Beautiful Mess Of a Girl (Studio version)

Mend

Broken Neon Lover
by Terry O'Gara

I sat alone in a strip joint
Feeding you dollar bills
Numbing myself from the way I feel
For some existential thrill

The conversation goes your way
And we’re in a back room alone
I kiss your neck and whisper (like a fool)
‘I’d love to take you home.’

Broken Neon Lover
Etched on to the sky
They took you down to sell the world
You laid in my arms and cried.

It’s been years since I smoked
But here I am with a cigarette
Trying hard not to remember you
Trying hard not to forget.

I saw you in a movie
You were larger than life
You turned to say ‘I love you’
But they were someone else’s lines

Broken Neon Lover
Etched on to the sky
They took you down to sell the world
You laid in my arms and cried.

This song was never written
I only sang it to myself
Moving my lips on a whisper
But never asking for help.

The traffic moves like an ocean
She breathes in and out
The city rests on hidden truths
Do I have to die to get out?

Broken Neon Lover
Etched on to the sky
They took you down to sell the world
You laid in my arms and cried. 

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Guitar by Eric Schermerhorn.

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