Orfeas & Eurydice from ORFEAS by JUDGE SMITH

ORFEAS: (Judge)
Where am I?

EURYDICE: (Lene Lovich)
Evidently you’re here.
But I wasn’t expecting to see you quite so soon.

ORFEAS:
Am I dead?

EURYDICE:
I suppose…
But you don’t look quite right.
You’re a bit too transparent.

ORFEAS:
Who are you?

EURYDICE:
I am Eurydice… Eu-ry-di-ce... Eurydice
Ring a bell? Ring a bell? Orfeas?
‘Eurydice’, not ‘Furry Dice’, you idiot.

ORFEAS:
What are you?

EURYDICE:
I’m a Muse.
Your Muse, unfortunately.

ORFEAS:
What does that mean?

EURYDICE:
Don’t you know anything?
But then you’ve always been a bit dense,
That’s why we had to send you that ridiculous magic guitar,
You wouldn’t have picked up my music without it.

ORFEAS:
What do you mean, your music?

EURYDICE:
You don’t think that you made it all yourself, do you?
You and your ‘Special Brain’?
No one makes music out of nothing,
You pick stuff up
On the solar wind
Then you change it and improve it,
Or change it and spoil it.
You were a good improver, George,
But you went off.
You didn’t want the music any more
And so it was taken away.

ORFEAS:
The music in my head; was that all you, then?

EURYDICE:
Well done, George. Right in one.

ORFEAS:
Oh shit…
And someone nicked my guitar.

EURYDICE:
My guitar.
That was us too

ORFEAS:
Oh shit…
And why am I singing? I never sing.

EURYDICE:
Everyone sings,
All the time.
It’s just easier to hear it where we are.

ORFEAS:
Is this Heaven?

EURYDICE:
Well it usually is for me.

ORFEAS:
If this is Heaven, is there a Hell?

EURYDICE:
They always want to know about Hell.
Okay George, hold on tight,
We’re going down…

• Alternative
• accoustic
• narrative rock
• neo-classical-rock
• songs
• Glastonbury