[Sir Simon le Meurdre of Telecom Enterprises Ltd is looking out over Big City from his penthouse luxury, whilst sexually served by two big-boobed blondes in black and blue blouses.] [Sir Simon:] So dedicated, articulated To the top floor elevated By definition I'm decision Full of focus and precision [Blonde #1:] Striking out a single note for love [Sir Simon:] Come, share the communion That makes me the chosen son Come taste the promise I sell to you Raindrops may keep falling But only on frozen ones Eyes turning grey and their faces blue [Sir Simon, staring into the bathroom mirror, masturbating:] All these notions like explosions Set my wheels in constant motion So derating and so debating Ejaculating I am stating I'm [Blonde #2:] Striking out a single note for love [Sir Simon, pulling trousers on:] Suddenly the earth cracks And sucks me deep down the drain Darkness around me I cry insane Time is moving faster, hours turn into days Then I'm spat out on the road again [Sir Simon le Meurdre trots down on a rugged road below a rubbled slope. Suddenly he hears a rumble from above and realizes he is in great danger - huge blocks of stone tumble towards him. He flees down the hill, chased by the rolling rocks. From a gate beside the road figures emerge, dressed in colourful clothes. One of them walks towards Simon. The slide comes to a rest.] [Simon:] Then everything was quiet Everything was calm And a man came forth, he was three feet tall He kept clinging to my arm, and he said [The Midget Scarecrow rubbing his beard against Sir Simon's cheek:] Come on now and show me That you're something else than bad You, who left your life and pride behind Yes, everything you had [As Simon tries to find the words he fails and wails in pain and the Midget Scarecrow presents The Mirror of Truth. Dazed and confused, Simon sees the face of a clown looking back at him. Then he discovers the oversized brown shoes on his feet, and stumbles through the gate, falling down on foul-smelling hay. The main attraction of the circus.] [Years later, Simon is walking the tightrope with a wooden staff in his hands. The audience holds it's breath in anticipation, waiting - as usual - for Simon to loose his balance and drop into the elephant-dropping hay.] [Simon:] The man had gone away I had nothing left to say Was this just a dream that didn't fit the scheme? Where did I go wrong? Where did my soul belong? [The Murderer, waiting on a platform at the other end of the rope:] Living is a tightrope walk that leads into the grave Nothing left to give Nothing left to save Spirits come and spirits go as destiny wants them to All is preordained Nothing's ever new [Simon, almost loosing his balance when he sees the veiled figure:] I just sat down and thought Of the lesson I was taught Was this just a dream cracking at the seam? Should I turn away from the path I walk today? [The Scarecrow, taking the Murderer's place, throwing Simon the Scriptures:] Living is a tightrope walk that leads into the grave Nothing left to give Nothing left to save Spirits come and spirits go as destiny wants them to All is preordained Nothing's ever new Then the circus comes again And brings you to the start Giving you a soul and the beating of your heart Your heart [The Scarecrow disappears in a flash of light and Simon falls down in the hay. The audience bursts with laughter and only the animal excrements seem to hear his words.] [Simon:] Times have now fled, but the memory's young Of the little man ending my calm And though I was hurt I know that he meant me no harm For now I'm much older Not wiser, but colder I caught a short glimpse of the dove I once thought I knew My god Who is striking out a single note for love? [The parade begins, with Simon in the center. More and more circus artists dance around him, mocking. Simon begs for mercy through the chaos, but noone listens. Eventually they leave.]