The Duelling Cavalier

“I hope to Christ it’s the soundstage,”

Clara spat through her teeth

With no idea how right she was

Or the meaning underneath

These simple words

And thus the fire’s burning

Iron doors are blowing—

Open wide for a final silent scream

The innocents of Paris was interrupted at the time

But it was still released in 1929

And it’s a crude but apt analogy

And though change may bring agony

Sound and image always would align

Maybe it was just a funny accent

Maybe it was just a stupid

Voic-ing all the reasons it should stay the same

But they never had a choicе

Maybe it was due to their abilitiеs

Or lack thereof

Their begging—

Pleasing to the eye, but not the ear

Cries rise and fall from the smallest voice

And thus the fire’s burning

Iron doors are blowing—

Open wide for a final silent scream

Hollywood starts turning

Audiences become discerning

Of the person on the screen

Pay lip service to future debts

Set the scene

Silver tongues immortalized on silver screens

Nothing’s too precious to stay

Babels must fall everyday

Unraveling the reels of tomorrow

On time that’s borrowed

Dismantle ideals of today

Death rattle sounds without notice

A damsel tied to the tracks

A locomotive comes rushing forth

And the listeners turn their backs

Their faces away

And thus the fire’s burning

Iron doors are blowing—

Open wide for a final silent scream

Hollywood starts turning

Audiences become discerning

Of the person on the screen

Pay lip service to future debts

Set the scene

Silver tongues immortalized on silver screens

Nothing’s too precious to stay

Babels must fall everyday

Eagle or Icarus took flight from the gate

Built in defiance of god

With language confounded

The eagle was grounded

And the tower was found to be flawed

And I was the first cast out

I vacantly bowed out

I die before my time

Before the stars could realign

Follow my lead

Fall into me

Fall into decay

Fall into me