Script and Program Notes

RAZIA’S SHADOW: A MUSICAL
THE SCRIPT


GENESIS

NARRATION:
This is the beginning and the end. The rise and the fall. Our gait will begin its saunter at the source, when the infant learns to crawl.

AHRIMA:
Place your hand on mine. Untie your mind.

O THE SCIENTIST:
Let your bloated brain balloon and float away.

AHRIMA:
Wet the end of the thread.

O THE SCIENTIST:
Thimble upon your index.

AHRIMA & O THE SCIENTIST:
Set the needle on its path, bobbing up and down and past. Tears and seams all turn to one with every stitch and each spool spun.

O THE SCIENTIST:
Feed the line through its eye.

AHRIMA:
Draw it from the other side.

O THE SCIENTIST:
Pull the strand to satisfy.

AHRIMA:
The need to compose.

O THE SCIENTIST:
The genetic map.

AHRIMA:
The scientific gap.

O THE SCIENTIST:
The detailed blueprints.

AHRIMA:
Swept away under carpets.

AHRIMA & O THE SCIENTIST:
All we did was thread the eye of the silver splinter. We simply planted the seed and nursed it through winter.

O THE SCIENTIST:
The rest is up to you to do with what you'll do.

AHRIMA & O THE SCIENTIST:
To learn and love and laugh until the cycle circles back. I'll just separate, weigh anchor, disengage. Divide and disappear. And see you in the mirror.

AHRIMA:
I’m a slave to the sight.

NARRATION:
O The Scientist was the author and the architect. The angels were His ink slingers, His actors and actresses. His two purest talents were Ahrima and Nidria, two destined hearts, bound by the same idea; the unrelenting constancy of love and hope can rescue and restore you from any scope. In her, Ahrima confided his curbing frustration. His gifts had been exhausted. Oh, how they’d misused them. She averted his passion and eased his blood. And so he confessed it to her, he had fallen in love.

AHRIMA:
A slave to your eyes.


THE MISSING PIECE

AHRIMA:
What a splendid mess He's made of this. O The Scientist and His Genesis. He overlooked my gift and benefit. She's the only one who knows what I could've done.

I must be patient. They will realize what I know inside. I was meant to lead this world to greater things. It's my destiny.

Everything seems to fade when I see her face. The sky and trees all blur every time I look at her. Nobody understood me ‘til her eyes fixed upon me. My puzzle life’s complete now that I found the missing piece.

NIDRIA:
Don't you worry, boy. It's a waste of time. Place your hand on mine. Untie your mind.
We'll just float away into the day. You're not the only one who thinks they're falling in love.

You must be patient. They will realize what I see inside. You were meant to lead this world to greater things. It's your destiny.

AHRIMA:
Everything seems to fade when I see her face. The sky and trees all blur every time I look at her. Nobody understood me ‘til her eyes fixed upon me. My puzzle life’s complete now that I found the missing piece.

You're the meaning. Nidria please listen, I'd like to explain. I should have told you sooner, it's been gnawing at my brain. My mind's in knots, it’s got me lost. Please help me through the maze. You're the key. The lock, turning. The breaking of these chains.

NIDRIA:
Everything seems to fade when I see his face. The sun and stars turn dim every time I look at him. Nobody understood me ‘til his eyes fixed upon me. My puzzle life’s complete now that I found the missing piece.

AHRIMA:
Everything seems to fade when I see her face. The sky and trees all blur every time I look at her. Nobody understood me ‘til her eyes fixed upon me. My puzzle life’s complete now that I found the missing piece.

Narration:
Ahrima, the most gifted seraph, the utmost skilled of the cherubs, he felt his aptitude and sleight were being misused, shamed. He repined this to O The Scientist, who replied with a calm face, expressionless.

AHRIMA:
Dream with your eyes closed. Try and pluck the pearls from your bones.


LIFE IS LOOKING UP

AHRIMA:
Could this be the day I have waited for? When all my hard work doesn’t go ignored. Maybe she was right; they will realize. I can change the world, open up their eyes.

They know I am more than some eager blood. Not some average bones, I believe in love. I just want to prove I deserve this gift. I will change this world. Baby, this is it.

I can see it now. All the colors smear up and down the page, but the shapes are there. I will build the lamps in this reverie, then they’ll understand this was meant for me.

This is my fate. I can almost hear them say,

“Let the lamps shine! Let them burn so bright! Open all our eyes, shower us in light! Let the lamps shine! Let them burn so bright! Set the sky ablaze, fill the night with paint, smother all the shade, flood it through my blood, breathe it through my lungs, give us all your love!”

They know I am more than some eager blood. Not some average bones, I believe in love. I just want to prove I deserve this gift. I will change this world. Baby, this is it.

I can see it now, floating like a dream right above my head. Perfect symmetry. Lines in harmony. I can see his face, when he sees the lamps, I can hear him say,

“Let the lamps shine! Let them burn so bright! Open all our eyes, shower us in light! Let the lamps shine! Let them burn so bright! Set the sky ablaze, fill the night with paint, smother all the shade, flood it through my blood, breathe it through my lungs, give us all your love!”

Dream with your eyes closed. Try and pluck the pearls from your bones.

All the plans pirouette right through my mind, become set. The lines become definite. Glowing hues fill this vignette. Tall and proud the lamps will stand, built from these two very hands. No one will be able to deny my skill nor love for you.

Dream with your eyes closed. Try and pluck the pearls from your bones.

“Let the lamps shine! Let them burn so bright! Open all our eyes, shower us in light! Let the lamps shine! Let the burn so bright! Set the sky ablaze, fill the night with paint, smother all the shade, flood it through my blood, breathe it through my lungs, give us all your love!”

You can’t change me. You can’t have me.

NARRATION:
The vision of the world had been realized, but the sculpture of the earth was looked upon by jealous eyes. Ahrima refused to relent, he demanded to be heard; “Let my unique deft hands be known!” he asserted. But even this brash avowal was met in return by no mouthful. O simply just smiled. So, defeated and galled, Ahrima headed for the darkness. No one seemed to understand. Only the shadows would hearken. He sat in peace, but on his shoulder, at rest, perched a dinky, brownish spider, named Barayas.

AHRIMA:
What have you done? I was your son. You can’t change me. You can’t have me. I’ll simply leave.


THE SPIDER AND THE LAMPS

BARAYAS THE SPIDER:
So you're Ahrima. Nice to finally meet ya. Heard so much about you, and I hope it's all true. I saw what they did.

AHRIMA: Yeah, such arrogance.

BARAYAS THE SPIDER:
I'm the spider. Crawl inside her.

I'm going to show you this once, and then you're going to do it.

You have a special gift, but they still treat you like you're a kid. It must hurt so bad with a knife in your back. They don't understand. This is their last chance. No more idle hands. You'll destroy the lamps, then they'll know who's in control.

Bring those lamps back to me. Don't leave them in one piece. Make sure there's a crowd, then tear them to the ground. Bring those lamps back to me. Don't leave them in one piece. It's your chance for revenge. This will show them.

Now it's your turn. C'mon, like you mean it!

AHRIMA:
I have a special gift, but they still treat me like I'm a kid. It hurts so bad with a knife in your back. They don't understand. This is their last chance. No more idle hands. I'll destroy the lamps, then they'll know who's in control.

BARAYAS THE SPIDER:
They can't stop you. Bring those lamps back to me. Go now! Don't stop! They underestimate you and your gift.

AHRIMA:
Tear those lamps to the ground! Let them cry their eyes out! Tear those lamps to the ground! Let them hear the sound.

NARRATION:
The seed had been sown, now the evil would grow. His keen, young veins were ripe for this aim. So Ahrima set forth to use the lamps as a torch. And with everyone around, he tore them to the ground and, suddenly, without warning, their creation was burning. Their design, ignited. All that hard work, slighted. So Toba The Tura was sent to hold Ahrima responsible for his mess, to ban him to this fiery abyss, while the remaining found a new place to live.


TOBA THE TURA

TOBA THE TURA:
So you're Ahrima, collusive dreamer. I watched the lamps fall, you pushed them over. They say you're gifted, well I just see a scared kid. They must have flipped it, your skills are latent.

O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Threw away the throne.
O, you snuffed the glow. Replaced it with coals. Burnt down my home.

You had a life of privilege, hope and love. But now that's all gone. Maybe the design's flawed. So that's why I'm here, to preserve the remainder of what chance we have left at an existence.

O, the desolate dirt. The raw, scorched earth. It's a trophy of your worth.
O, the desolate dirt. The raw, scorched earth. It's a scar of my hurt.

Your cold, wicked soul boasts a foul scent.

AHRIMA:
No, a stench.

TOBA THE TURA:
The formidable taste of pure contempt. Every dark corner will soon see the light.

AHRIMA:
O, so bright.

TOBA THE TURA:
The beaming flood will pour right through the blinds.

My words will tear through the air, pierce through the despair, to find your arrogant, throbbing ears. If it's too much to bear, or to hear, or to take, I'll be frank, let my inflection be crystal clear.

This mess that you've made, it's a six-foot grave. It's a home for your lonesome bones that remain. We'll disappear, but you'll stay here to rot as The King of The Dark and Forgot.

AHRIMA:
What have I done? Please make me your son. What have I become? Destroyed all I love.

TOBA THE TURA:
O, what have you done? Disobedient son, you’ve broken the trust of your father’s love.

NARRATION:
The arid, fallow earth would be Ahrima’s new hearth. He would remain while he watched his family strain, and the girl that he loved, vacate to a new place, to start over on fresh terrain. And from his desolate throne he watched them compose a mountainous wall of stone, to separate themselves from him. A massive, jagged barricade to lock themselves in. Theirs would be the Light, his would be the Dark. For a century these halves would wait. One world, set apart.

AHRIMA:
Place your hand on mine. Untie your mind. We’ll just disengage. Float away.


THE ORACLE

GARGUL THE ORACLE:
What a tragic mess you fools have made of this. The soil’s filled with vacancy. You’ve spoiled all the crops and seed. This was a birth, a gift. You daftly wasted it. The dust and dirt will stain your fists. You can't escape your own skin.

AHRIMA:
Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception, doomed to endure flaws of its fountain. The boy will one day cross the mountains.

GARGUL THE ORACLE:
And reunite this world’s divided halves, fulfill their history. This is more than divine decree, it’s his destiny.

ANGELS:
So please take heed of this prophecy. Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet. Inside her lock he will turn the key. Their love will be strong enough to erase all the wrong we’ve done, return us to where we belong, with the Light and Dark as one.

GARGUL THE ORACLE:
One day the strands will mend. All the torn seams and frayed ends will turn to one single thread. The cycle will begin. The choices he made that day, to burn down what he'd helped create. You have made this bed, now you must sleep in it.

AHRIMA:
Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception, doomed to endure flaws of its fountain. The boy will one day cross the mountains.

GARGUL THE ORACLE:
And reunite this world’s divided halves, fulfill their history. This is more than divine decree, it’s his destiny.

NIDRIA:
So take heed of this prophecy. Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet. In her lock he’ll turn the key.

NIDRIA & AHRIMA:
Their true love will be strong enough.

AHRIMA:
To erase the wrong we've done, the Dark and Light will become one.

NIDRIA & AHRIMA:
Their true love will be strong enough.

AHRIMA:
To erase the wrong we've done, the Dark and Light will become one.

What a tragic mess you fools have made of this.

NARRATION:
Time flashed by for the Dark and the Light. The two fragments, recessed, still left unaddressed, stranded in unrest. In the Dark lived two brothers, Adakias, the youngest, and the heir, Pallis. As children, of the lists of myths, their favorite was the narrative of Holy The Sea And The Divided Terrene. Adakias would always dream of a destiny to leave, of fulfilling the prophecy. But he was laughed at, fitted with an unfavorable grafted cast for a foolish dreamer, a romance seeker. The streets frowned, but deep down he screamed out. He knew there was accuracy in the antiquated legacy. Legitimacy to the famed sea. A quiet certainty to his fated fantasies.


A HUNDRED-YEAR, MINUTE-LONG INTERMISSION

ADAKIAS:
Place your hand on mine. Untie your mind. Let your bloated brain balloon and float away.

GARGUL THE ORACLE:
Float away into the day.

ADAKIAS:
Wet the end of the thread, thimble upon your index. Feed the line through its eye, draw it from the other side. Pull the strand to satisfy the need to compose this entire naïve globe.

GARGUL THE ORACLE:
Tears and seams all turn to one.

ADAKIAS:
Set the needle on its path, bobbing up and down and past. Tears and seams all turn to one with every stitch and each spool spun.


THE EXIT

ADAKIAS:
Look at all that which surrounds me. I’m supposed to call this home? The Dark has become so overwhelming, so why don’t I just go?

SANGARA & TOWNSFOLK:
Why can’t you be more like your brother? Together you would rule the throne, the evil and darkness would grow. This kingdom needs you!

ADAKIAS:
“Why can’t you be more like Pallis?” they always ask. Could this feeling deep in me be the prophecy? As a child I heard such wonderful stories of The Lamps, and The Oracle, and Holy The Sea.

SANGARA & TOWNSFOLK:
Silly boy, you speak of fiction. Silly boy, you can’t just leave everything for some fairy-tale ending, myth or legend.

ADAKIAS:
O, what’s the use? Maybe they’re right. What’s the point of dreaming if it can never materialize? Townsfolk are ashamed. Why can’t I live up to my family name? Well it’s not me that you see, it’s just my pedigree.

SANGARA & TOWNSFOLK:
You’re a reckless and romantic rogue. Your head is in the clouds. You’ll be chained here all your life, shackled to the ground. You’re not the chosen one!

ADAKIAS:
Don’t you ever dream of some place better? Or a life that’s greater? Don’t you ever feel like you’ve been destined for something bigger than your skin?

PALLIS:
You are so foolish. The Dark has been your home. If you elope, I’ll hunt you down, through suffering you’ll atone.

ADAKIAS:
Dear Pallis, you’re my brother, you’ve loved and watched over me, but there’s something bigger at stake, my purpose is this journey.

PALLIS:
Brother, you are shortsighted, naïve and starry-eyed. You are not the chosen one. This will be your demise.

ADAKIAS:
Brother, I can’t help this feeling. My heart tells me to run. You were meant to rule the Dark, I was meant to see the sun.

Don’t you ever dream of some place better, where the lights shine brighter? Don’t you ever feel like you’ve been destined for something bigger than your skin?

I think I’ll just go.

NARRATION:
Adakias, tired of fiction and bound by his ambition, left his home for the city of Light. Disguised as a citizen, his identity was hidden within a city that sat glistening. He was eager for this new life. He contemplated, and hated, why had he waited so long? To flee his home, forever shaded, where the jaded were never wrong. He took a deep breath, he was finally gone. His hope was left strong that a meaning would be found that had kept him withdrawn. His stare had caught a light, and he fell for the sight. Her name was Princess Anhura and she suffered from the same strife. And, like Adakias, she spent most of her time dreaming of a different life.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Don’t you ever feel like you’ve been destined for something bigger than your skin?


IT’S TRUE LOVE

ADAKIAS:
It seems to me like every star agreed to meet right over our heads tonight, to flex their bright.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
The light collects in your eyes, turns and reflects, jumps into mine. I'm a slave to the sight.

ADAKIAS:
My hands shake. Our minds race from the thought of love, yet we curb our speech because words are not enough. To etch this instant, burn this moment, into our memory.

Let go. Take my hand and trust in me. Anhura, can't you see that we were meant to be?

It’s true love.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
I never would guess your touch could fill me with such thoughts to marry you, have your babies, too. Is it too good to be true?

ADAKIAS:
I can't let her learn about my past. If she found out where I came from, she'd turn so fast and not look back. I can't go back, I just won't go back.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
I can't slow down. I'm scared I'm falling too fast. Adakias, can't you see that I knew at first kiss? We were meant to be.

ADAKIAS:
Don't you ever feel like you've been destined for something bigger than your skin?

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Don't you ever feel like you've been destined for something bigger than your skin?

ADAKIAS:
I can feel it, affirming my significance, rendering me weightless, confirming my purpose.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Tendons tensing in its wake, shifting my shoulder blades, trickling down my veins, it’s subtle as a tidal wave.

ADAKIAS & PRINCESS ANHURA:
It's true love.

NARRATION:
Love was everywhere, you could taste it in the air. The couple was eager to trade vows, to float away and settle down. But first Adakias had to meet Anhura’s father, his majesty, the one and only. His royal highness, the King. He had to kiss his jeweled fist and bow to the crown. Kneeling on the ground, he would propound to become her prince.


MEET THE KING

KING MALKA:
So, you're the boy I've heard so much about from my daughter's open mouth. She's described for me wild fantasies of true love and ancient prophecies. Did you think that you could waltz right in and steal the Princess for yourself? Seducing her with empty dreams and a rusting ring? Well I'm the King, it won't be that easy.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Father, you don't understand.

ADAKIAS:
I’m not after your throne or jewels.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
You can't justify demands.

ADAKIAS:
Not looking for a crown or holy rule.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Father, don’t you understand?

ADAKIAS:
I just want your daughter’s heart, you fool.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
You can't hold onto my hand, 'cause I have found my man.

KING MALKA:
Daughter, my dear, please open both your ears. There is something not right here. Well I can't place my finger on it, but this young man’s filled with darkness. If you think I'll just sit back and let this slide, then you are mistaken. I will surely not give up without a fight, ‘cause I'm the King, it won't be that easy.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Father, you don't understand.

ADAKIAS:
I’m not after your throne or jewels.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
You can't justify demands.

ADAKIAS:
Not looking for a crown or holy rule.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Father, don’t you understand?

ADAKIAS:
I just want your daughter’s heart, you fool.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
You can't hold onto my hand, 'cause I have found my man.

ADAKIAS:
Please sir, let me say something on my behalf. I love your daughter and she, well, she loves me back.

ADAKIAS & PRINCESS ANHURA:
All we have is love, my King, so let's sing 'la-da-da-da'!

NARRATION:
Denied by the King and his greed, the pair would indeed be married in secrecy. But before they had agreed when and where to meet, the Princess felt queasy and weak, could barely speak. Adakias knew instantly why she was so green and what had caused the disease. It was his proximity. She was ill from his company. Evil’s ubiquity. You can’t run from your history. Your past will seek you, endlessly. He knew the only remedy to her viral malady resided and abided on the opposite side of the petrous levee and its harsh, barbed, concrete peak. So while avoiding the leak of his true identity, Adakias convinced the Princess of their leave. They would meet with a specialist, and rid her blood of this. He kissed her on the lips and assured her a life long-lived.


HOLY THE SEA

BARUKA BAWABA:
Please take a seat. Let me tell you both a tale of love and hope. It’s a story that you may have heard before, told as mythical lore. But this translation is clear, unlike the embellishments that have reached your ears. There was a boy who shared your bones, your eager blood, your affinity for love. He had it all in his hands, and he watched it all turn to sand.

ADAKIAS:
If this boy they speak of sincerely sits atop my family tree, then I was truly meant to leave the Dark, down this path set out in front of me. I will reunite this world’s divided halves. Fulfill my history. This is more than divine decree, it’s my destiny.

BABA BAWABA:
Digging ‘round the deep, only missing out on sleep. Chasing ‘bout my head like the wolf that found the sheep. Don't go digging ‘round there, you be slipping bit too much. Milling muck and mud with the mind that lost its touch. I been traveling ‘bout in time, never stepping out for much. Deepest of the deep with the wolf that lost those sheep. Because it’s more than a little but less than a bunch, found their way around with the blind that lost its touch.

BAWABA BROTHERS:
The choices he made that day to burn down the world he'd helped create. Don't be scared, kid. You're gifted. Follow this stream, and live out that prophecy.

Watch out for the wicked ones who call themselves beloved ones. Beware of the medicine before you lay your head again. Watch out for the wicked ones who call themselves beloved ones.

NARRATION:
So they arrived at the doctor’s camp, his crude shack. A shanty with walls of broken glass, light leaking through the shattered cracks. And though he was cordial, the young couple was doubtful.

ADAKIAS:
If this boy they speak of sincerely sits atop my family tree, I was truly meant to leave the Dark down this path set out in front of me.

NARRATION:
...for the longshoremen had warned them to keep a close eye on their adored ones. But they had journeyed for a reason, they were here for the medicine. To cure the infection. But nothing could prepare him for the events that would ensnare them. All he could do is trust what he knew. He would listen to his gut and live for his love.


DOCTOR DOCTOR

DR. DUMAYA:
Welcome to my humble abode, please don't mind the mess. Just nest yourself down comfortable, let the doctor do the rest. Dear ghost, you look white as a sheet, just have yourself a seat. Open wide, say 'Ah!' Let the doctor take a peek. Now I must admit I knew you'd come, the boy and his love. Eloped to save her from disease, wash your hands of her blood.

I don't want to alarm you, but you certainly are ill, stricken with a sickness deadly enough to kill. Even the strongest man would drop dead where he stands. I urge that we make haste if you are to stand a chance.

Now what you got ain't no quick fix, it ain't no common cold. What you need's a bona fide doctor's miracle. Now the thing about miracles is that they don't grow on trees. They don't fall from the sky, you need a doctor like me. Lucky for you, you found me, so the rest should be no fuss, but before we get to saving lives there's a few things to discuss.

Now I'm sure you're wondering, what's in it for me? Surely I would not perform these miracles for free. I'm not asking for a lot, it won't cost you a dime. I just want the Princess here with me ‘til the end of time.

I promise to take care of her, well rather, she'll take care of me for the rest of her life in the Dark, fulfilling doctor's fantasies.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
I can't do this.

ADAKIAS:
But you must, Princess.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Sign my life away?

ADAKIAS:
It's the only way. Trust me, I know how this must go. Just do what the doctor says.

NARRATION:
He mixed elixirs and philters, pried scrolls and read excerpts. He spoke in foreign phonetics and read runes from ancient relics. Stirred ointments with potions, and unctions with doses. He whisked it ‘til smoke rose and seeped into her nose. The illness had relinquished. The doctor had fixed it. The cleansing accomplished, their love was free to flourish. But before it could sink in, the front door was kicked in. Standing in its place was Pallis. Driven by malice, he had barged in to challenge Adakias to prove their love. Their word wouldn’t be enough, Pallis needed it in blood.


THE END AND THE BEGINNING

PALLIS:
I've been tracing your steps, along with your dainty, exquisite guest. Across mountain land and serpentining seas, these two have been on quite an odyssey. But you're a fool to think this princess could ever really love a couple of poor boys like us. She requires riches recherché, riding with rodomontading roués.

ADAKIAS:
Casanovas have charmed with chiffons, so chichi. Chased her with their conceited coteries.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
Maharajahs have magniloquently mouthed their love for me through their menageries.

ADAKIAS:
She's been propositioned, propounded by every pompous prince. Given panniers of peerless pears and plums, polished.

PRINCESS ANHURA:
I've been seduced with shimmering, sparkling stones. Squired by suitors to sizable chateaus.

ADAKIAS:
And I'm the one she chose.

PALLIS:
I understand how you can love a man of truth, so why don't you just ask him where he spent his youth? Oh, look at her face. She really doesn't see that you are from the Dark and you've been lying through your teeth.

ADAKIAS:
Anhura, please listen. I really can explain. I meant to tell you sooner, it’s been gnawing at my brain. Now you know the truth, but that knowledge shouldn't change the nature of our love. We've broken through the chains.

PALLIS:
I'm sure that she would care to hear your acumen, as to how your presence is the reason she is sick. But I suppose it’s in vain, since her life is ending, when I thrust this blade into her heart-a-thumping.

ADAKIAS:
Brother, no!

PALLIS:
Brother, what have I done? My blade has pierced your side. This was never my intent. O, God, please stay alive.

ADAKIAS:
Dear Pallis, you're my brother. You've tried to protect me, but your dagger's edge finding my flesh, it truly was my destiny.

PALLIS:
Brother, I was shortsighted. I ignored your cries. You really are the chosen one, the calculated sacrifice.

ADAKIAS:
Please listen to my last words before I fade away. This is my gift to you: "Live for your love every day.”

PALLIS:
Please don't let your tired heart stop beating. You're bleeding. Just keep breathing.

ADAKIAS:
You will take care of this spinning sphere. I'll disappear and see you in the mirror.

ADAKIAS, PALLIS & PRINCESS ANHURA:
Place your hand on mine one last time and kiss me goodbye.
Take the love inside my mind before I die.

ADAKIAS:
Before I die. Please don’t cry.

NARRATION:
The mountains seceded. The Light and Dark depleted. We lost Adakias, but regained our science. Our world was finally reunited. So this is my cue of where to leave you. Now it’s your story to retell and pass on, because an idea is only relevant if it’s being thought upon. So remember, never surrender, because the unrelenting constancy of love and hope will rescue and restore you from any scope.




PROGRAM NOTES:

RAZIA’S SHADOW: A MUSICAL
CHARACTERS / CREDITS FOR PROGRAM

Characters:
O The Scientist
Ahrima
Nidria
Barayas
Toba The Tura
Gargul The Oracle
Adakias
Sangara
Pallis
Princess Anhura
King Malka
Baruka and Baba, The Bawaba Brothers
Doctor Dumaya
Narrator

1. Genesis
2. The Missing Piece
3. Life Is Looking Up
4. The Spider And The Lamps
5. Toba The Tura
6. The Oracle
7. A Hundred-Year, Minute-Long Intermission
8. The Exit
9. It's True Love
10. Meet The King
11. Holy The Sea
12. Doctor Doctor
13. The End And The Beginning

Instrumental version of ‘Razia’s Shadow: The Musical’ courtesy of Fueled By Ramen Records, LLC.

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER John Janick
PRODUCER Casey Bates
DIRECTOR Thomas Dutton

RECORDED AT Casey Bates Studio in Shoreline, WA
ENGINEERS Thomas Dutton & Casey Bates
ADDITIONAL ENGINEERS Seth Johnson, Casey Crescenzo, Vanessa Harris, Pavan Grewall, Kris Anaya, Chris Conley
MASTERED BY UE Nastasi at Sterling Sound

DRUMS Rudy Gajadhar
ADDITIONAL DRUMS Paul Dutton, Andy Mannino, Kendahl Kapetan
ADDITIONAL PERCUSSION & INSTRUMENTATION Paul Dutton & Thomas Dutton
ORCHESTRAL ARRANGEMENTS Paul Dutton

ALL LYRICS & NARRATION WRITTEN BY Thomas Dutton, except “Holy The Sea” by Thomas Dutton & John Gourley.

ALL SONGS WRITTEN BY Thomas Dutton & Paul Dutton, except “The Exit” and “It’s True Love” written by Thomas Dutton, Paul Dutton, and Thomas Hunter.

PUBLISHED BY Thomas Dutton Music (BMI) and Rolo Tamasi Music (BMI) © 2007. Lyrics reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.