Act 3 S7 Bonfire Of The Dolls

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Featuring Kayleigh McKnight and Jason Broderick

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NARRATOR:
Beside the girl's body her suicide note
and the words from the doll's song was all that she wrote
It was published in papers, discussed, yet despite
this the dolls kept broadcasting all day and all night

(The sound of Elysian Night playing over radio)

Columnists bantered, parent groups fumed
and distrust, fear and anger rose, spread and loomed
The dolls were derided, distained and decried
and everyone waited for the match to ignite

BYRON:
It won’t be too long folks til our doll runs this town
We’re voting him in and it’s happening now
We’re all at the corssroads where worlds connect
And your kids are all dancing each night with the dead

NARRATOR:
Kill the dolls kill the dolls everyone screamed

BYRON:
Now my friends just hold on, that is not what i mean

NARRATOR:
But whatever he meant no one cared or would hear
There was blood in their eyes and a riot was reared

The streets are chaotic as bonfires glow
In the alleys and flames fear and furor just grow
The dolls are picked up and then thrown in the fire
and the fever of violence and panic conspire

Poor Byron he runs to find jasper his love
as the dolls are torn limb from limb, torched and burned up
No one 's left to listen to his speeches or cries
He's fanned the flames that kill his dear doll tonight

BYRON:
Where’s my angel?
Where’s my angel?
Where’s my angel?
Where’s my angel?

(They city is exploding in a fiery riot. Citizens are throwing dolls on bonfires. Byron is frantically trying to find Jasper. He finally sees him being carried by some rioters towards a bonfire. He races after them trying to stop them. He arrives just as Jasper is being thrown and leaps to stop it.)

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from The Dolls Of New Albion, A Steampunk Opera, released May 8, 2012
Featuring Kayleigh McKnight and Jason Broderick

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