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Faust
Theatre:
Premiere:
Esietendus 6. oktoobril 2006 Von Krahli Teatris
a tragedy in one act
author and director TAAVI EELMAA
music and songs by CHALICE
video LAURI SEPP, VILLE HYVÖNEN
kostüümid ANNIKA PAKK
Faust - CHALICE
Mephisto - REIN PAKK
Damned be the morbid irony which precludes me from pressing the brush onto canvas courageously and manfully.
Damned be my dark bitterness which forbids me to show my punchy legs and dainty soul childishly to the raunchy fair crowd. And to drink thankfully the slobber from their mouth when they laugh with their gingiva visible.
Damned be my thin lined mouth which has a lip, curved in permanent contempt.
Damned be my ice cold steel forehead that turns me into a sky scraper amongst the slums, and destroys my eagerness to create something that could help me out of this Asshole, the brown destitution. To die quietly. Maybe even happily. Because who else, but the black darkness holds us on her laps most faithfully.
I want my life to be a beautiful flash between her velvet hands. Two endless darkness's and a lightning between them. And my pretty hat curve in the lightning.
What more could a living soul ask for, eh?
Here, being a nobleman in a rancid countryside, I don't even have a possibility to dream and wait when I shall become a raging maniac.
If only somebody came, who wouldn't sing to praise the God, but only for the delight and comfort of common people. If somebody came, who has wasted his talent until now, but who would rescue me from here, so that I could pay back to God while dying!
(Mephisto)
author and director TAAVI EELMAA
music and songs by CHALICE
video LAURI SEPP, VILLE HYVÖNEN
kostüümid ANNIKA PAKK
Faust - CHALICE
Mephisto - REIN PAKK
Damned be the morbid irony which precludes me from pressing the brush onto canvas courageously and manfully.
Damned be my dark bitterness which forbids me to show my punchy legs and dainty soul childishly to the raunchy fair crowd. And to drink thankfully the slobber from their mouth when they laugh with their gingiva visible.
Damned be my thin lined mouth which has a lip, curved in permanent contempt.
Damned be my ice cold steel forehead that turns me into a sky scraper amongst the slums, and destroys my eagerness to create something that could help me out of this Asshole, the brown destitution. To die quietly. Maybe even happily. Because who else, but the black darkness holds us on her laps most faithfully.
I want my life to be a beautiful flash between her velvet hands. Two endless darkness's and a lightning between them. And my pretty hat curve in the lightning.
What more could a living soul ask for, eh?
Here, being a nobleman in a rancid countryside, I don't even have a possibility to dream and wait when I shall become a raging maniac.
If only somebody came, who wouldn't sing to praise the God, but only for the delight and comfort of common people. If somebody came, who has wasted his talent until now, but who would rescue me from here, so that I could pay back to God while dying!
(Mephisto)