Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Jon English
Исполнитель
Original London Cast Of Paris
Исполнитель
Neal Wilkinson
Барабаны
Laurence Cottle
Бас-гитара
Geoff Whitehorn
Электрогитара
John Dallimore
Электрогитара
Gerry Stevens
Электрическая бас-гитара
Ian Lynn
Клавишные инструменты
Richard Cottle
Клавишные инструменты
Chris Cozens
Клавишные инструменты
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jon English
Композитор
David Mackay
Композитор
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
David Mackay
Продюсер
Слова
Ahem, um, excuse me?
I left warning
No one was to disturb us
So why this intrusion?
It seems even the simplest of orders
Can cause you three morons confusion
You better have a damn good reason
Uh, this is, uh, beggar here, yeah
He woke us on our watch while we were sleeping
What?
Sorry sire, he really means the watch that we were vigilantly keeping
What watch?
The watch.....OUR watch…
Watch what?
Watch how fast you half-wits
Get to clean out all the stables
Now, get out
Thank you, your majesty
So, who's this, Agamemnon?
Another one of your impartial guests?
I've no idea
I see he's come dressed for the occasion
He's not one of my men
Men?
More like a boy
Well, speak up boy
By what right do you enter here in your tatters
When we are discussing matters of state
That can't wait
What could be so damn important
Well?
He probably wants to throw the dice
I've come on an errand of peace from my people
To the leaders of this mighty nation
In search of trade and friendship
There's precious few friends here
It seems most provident that I should find you
All gathered here on this occasion
For the honor bestowed on me
I am your humble servant Paris
Son of Priam, the reigning king of Troy
A prince of Troy
Dressed like that?
Hey did you bring your army, boy?
Are they also in rags
A poor imposter
I've seen more royal looking tramps than you
To gain entry by disguise is an excellent ploy
I shall remember that, prince of Troy
Don't laugh too loudly, my friends
He's real
Look on his hand
Priam's seal
What?
I don't believe it
Well then
If we're to have such an honored guest
Arrange food and chambers
Give him the best
It's a strange coincidence, you must agree
We were just talking about our neighbors
Across the sea
So when you've rested and bathed
And regained your senses
You must tell us of your people
Your culture
Your trade
Your defenses
Is anything wrong, prince of Troy?
He looks as though he's seen a ghost
He's probably stunned by Agamemnon's wit
Or Menelaus' wife
Surely you Greeks are a chosen race
To have a goddess reside in this place
Watch this
Uh, your throw, Agamemnon?
Well, we'll arrange for you to meet her in person
I'm sure she won't mind
Even a goddess can spare some time
Show him his chambers
Ah, very intelligent
Make sure he's neat and tidy before you slit his throat
Well, he wouldn't want to get his knife dirty
Would he?
And I thought you were a king, Menelaus
Well, you be a party to this stupid plan
He's a Trojan prince
And you've made him your guest
I shall go if you ask
But there's danger in a game
That mocks Aphrodite
And abuses her name
She even sounds like Aphrodite
You've toyed with the balance
Of power from the start
You embrace your black mind, Agamemnon
Beware the heart
Helen?
Menelaus
She makes good sense, your wife
War also involves the taking of life
And you can't sail off for parts unknown
And leave yourself to rebellion at home
And if prince Paris represents those who rule
Think that Troy is a nation of grinning fools
And surely Athena, the goddess of order
Will not be a party to mindless slaughter
Yes, there may be gold, and slaves, and even more
And I know you've defeated them once before
But they'll have walls and armaments
And they'll be ready this time
You can be sure
This Trojan isn't all he seems
I've heard whispers at night
Infesting my dreams
The gods are choosing their sides up now
And we will toll the bell
Only time will tell
Written by: David Mackay, Jonathan James English
