The Scream
(Sometimes the interminable length of his journey can get to The Pilot of Bee Patrol, especially when he wakes up in a fire-fight to find that something has written the word ‘Bee’ in the condensation of his window. This sends him into a seemingly endless scream like a figure from a Munch painting. He has been trained to use his voice in very special ways. He begins to ruminate on his life and nature as a wave-formed instrument of pure music…)
“Yeah, I am the Pilot of Bee Patrol.
“Long journey!
“No past, no future, there’s only the Now.
“That’s how you get through – there’s only Now.
“My bones drummed the bass.
“My muscles bore a rhythm.
“Melodies on veins.
“A tambourine my skin.
“When I was born, an instrument was fashioned.
“When I was one, a tuning fork walked the world.
“When I was two, I played a merry tune.
“When I was three, the world played me.
“Now I am older, I have been through many hands.
“I’ve played one-night stands.
“Had fans.
“Sang city songs
“Books’ songs.
“Wrung songs.
“Political songs.
“But now I sing the song that I am.
“The tune I was born to be”.
(His scream has become silent, he calms.)
(fade)
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