SCENE.

FRIAR and magician PROSPERO sing in BASS PLAYER'S  living room.

FRIAR: Winter’s here, let’s forget

The integrity of our moral set.

Let’s grow so that we may reach

Your sands, this immortal beach.

PROSPERO: And now my charms are all o'erthrown
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is most faint; now t'is true
I must here be released by you

BASS PLAYER: Winter’s here, let’s forget

The integrity of our moral set.

I’m just here for a pack of smokes,

Us, the cancer, Earth wants rewrote.

PROSPERO: Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending most surely is despair,
Unless I be relieved, re-loved by prayer

FRIAR: Winter’s here, let’s forget

The integrity of our moral set.

Let us remember instead his claim,

'The Lord, The Lord, Love is Our name.'

PROSPERO: Prayer pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from your crimes would pardon'd be
Let your mercy set me free.

BASS PLAYER: Winter’s here, let’s forget

The integrity of our moral set.

Let us fuck in the name of love,

Let us live before we die young.