Spartacus, Please from 5 Dreams by Soft Plastics

“Spartacus, Spartacus, please,” our angels cry in unison

A play that they play to please: codifying nature’s warring songs

Spartacus, Spartacus, please, you could have laid your weapons down

Suffering plays to please, and makes the breeze feel slightly warm

And the light of this morning shall rest on the shoulders of nearly everyone

And the hooting of this owl reminds me of a saxophone played for the dying sun

Wine equals rage and life equals rain, and the storms still stun

Senses no longer can register bitter from fun



Spartacus, Spartacus, flee, the troops will throw their throwing bombs

Angela Angela pleads, “Run to my father’s town!”

Spartacus, Spartacus, weave, your cloak has a hole in its flank

Angela Angela leaves, her eyes cast down to the river’s bank



And the light of this morning shall rest on the shoulders of nearly everyone

and the hooting of this owl reminds me of a saxophone played for the dying sun

The audience weeps

The stage set is steep, and the nails are long

Islands there are where you might buy a sleep for a song



I really want to be the lead actor

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