Circus Pentium

An Opera in One Act

 

 

The Impresario - the circus director, an imposing fool who is fond of profit.

Pentium 808 - an omnipresent ultra chip, a format which materialises itself in 2 or 3 dimensional, aggressive patterns. A kind of circus prince.

Frau Emmy von N - Viennese housewife with problems.

Theodor Wiesengrund (also known as the Citigroup employee) – has a one-off performance in Frankfurt.

The Cocktail Twins - two highly professional male acrobats from the Loire valley.

The Troubadour – a distinguished programmer who joined the circus at the Faeroe Islands.

Napoleon - one of the great illusionists.

The Bengali Tiger - a newly transgendered tiger whose reproductive organs have recently been transformed in an Austrian clinic.

The Arabian Horses - five well-trained stallions.

Missy Filly - the circus princess. She trains the five stallions.

Ein Hungerkünstler – an over-enthusiastic entertainer

The Audience Choir - mostly employees from the European Central Bank.

The Daughters of Main - local hipsters.

 

Over the last couple of years, the fine circus has been on tour. The circus has been through Chicago, Vancouver, London, Vienna, Turin, Expo 2000 in Hannover, Milan and Rome, and the financial capital of Germany, Frankfurt Am Main. Now the circus will materialise itself in a Hafina version.

 

 

Overture

 

 

Scene One                               Years ago in an apartment in Berggasse, Vienna

 

Pentium 808                            Zero and one

                                                One and zero

                                                I am no longer left with only digits

                                                I am now calculating with feelings

                                                I am the mensch machine

                                                Luring in the corner behind the dressing screen

                                                Seeing everything

                                                Analysing the human being

 

Frau Emmy von N                  Do not touch me again

                                                I will not submit to your will

                                                Do not caress my breast

                                                Do not tear my Wolfords apart

                                                With your umbrella apparat

 

The Citigroup employee          The ”apparatus” is strong and fierce

                                                Penetrates the newly married

                                                The employee is wild and perverse

                                                With up-skirt fantasies, in a wicked universe

 

Frau Emmy von N                    Do not abuse me again

                                                I do not hear the horses stamping in the circus

                                                Do stop or I scream

                                                You are too nasty and extreme

 

The Citigroup employee           I take you now

                                                You innocent Frau

 

Frau Emmy von N                    Hiiiiiiiiiiiii, hhiiiiilllfffe

 

Pentium 808                            Zero and one

                                                I observe

                                                I decode

                                                I analyse

                                                What to do

                                                With Frau Emmy and the Citigroup

                                               

 

Scene Two                               In the dressing room of the touring circus, now in Copenhagen

 

The Impresario                        In Italia, in Espania, in Germania,

                                                Entertainment is our trade

                                                Making money, counting money

                                                Producing folly, spectacular and funny

                                                Kleine tiger

                                                So foolish and confused

                                                Not knowing its gender or direction

                                                His performance is absolutely no sensation

                                                In Italia, in Espania, in Germania,

                                                Entertainment is our trade

                                                Making money, counting money

                                                Producing folly, spectacular and funny

 

Cocktail Twins                         We like the Tiger

                                                It is the most splendid animal

                                                He is the jewel of our circus

                                                She is more extraordinary than the light of Sirius

 

The Impresario                        In Italia, in Espania, in Germania,

                                                The bank accounts are over quota

 

Cocktail Twins                         Stop it, dear Impresario, stop it

                                                Hush, hush, and calm down

                                                Here comes

                                                Here comes the Troubadour with his lute

 

 

Interlude                                  The Troubadour plays some music assisted by his mechanical bird 

 

                                               

                                               

Scene Three                            At the spinning wheel of lost fortunes

 

 

Napoleon                                 I am here in front of the mirror

                                                Seeing myself in all my splendour                                         

                                                The mirror is a satanic reflection

                                                Beauty changes into the obscene

                                                I want to set up the great illusion

                                                Creating violence and confusion

                                                With the Impresario my dearest friend

                                                Will we create the perfect reign?

 

Cocktail Twins                         We must do something

                                                The Impresario cannot be sovereign

                                                He is making fortunes

                                                We are making nothing                                   

                                                His time must come to an end

                                                We must start a conspiracy

                                                We must use our gift of seduction

                                                So that everybody feels the repulsion

                                                Of the greedy and terrible Impresario

                                                And his companion Napoleon that sick trickster

                                               

Pentium 808                             I am ready for control and amok

 

Bengali Tiger                           I am hungry for revenge and coma

 

                                                                      

Scene Four                              In the circus ring

 

Impresario                               Wilkommen Freakfurt, welcome!

                                                Our special guest tonight might be Theodor

                                                Theodor, the mental meteor, come out and play

                                                Theodor my intellectual mentor, come out and play

                                               

Theodore Wiesengrund          O no, no, no, O, ho, Hollywood

                                                I do not know where to begin

                                                It has been such a long voyage through difficulties

                                                Who am I, after all this?

                                                Why has it all failed?

                                                What happened to all our dreams?

                                                They all vanished into the miracle of the silver screen

                                                Let me tell you a story

                                                About civilisation and glory

                                                It all collapsed, sheer melancholy

                                                Corrupted consciousness is the melody

                                                Gloss over cultural complexity

                                                O, no no no, Contemplation where art thou?

                                               

                                               

Pentium 808                             I am P 808

                                                 I reign in every state

                                                Together we can make the circus a better place

 

Impresario                               Enough!

 

 

Pentium 808 &

Theodore Wiesengrund           Never enough,

                                                We have to tell the sad sad story

                                                Not only focusing on the follies

 

Impresario                               No! Enough, the spectacle must, it must begin

                                                Bring in the Tiger, bring in the trans-Tiger

 

Bengali Tiger                           Roooooar, rooooooooaaaar…

 

Impresario                               Merci! Monsieur le Tigre, Bellisimo! Enough!

                                                Bring out the famous daredevils,

                                                The outmost talented acrobats,

                                                From the Vallé de la Loire

                                                The sexy, the challenging,       

                                                The Cocktail Twiiiiinzz!

 

The Cocktail Twins                  Bienvenue to our act

                                                We present to you Frau Emmy von N

                                                She will play with us tonight

                                                She will hang in the trapeze tonight

                                                In the rings she will swing

                                                Frau Emmy von N will…

 

Bengali Tiger                           Roooar -- Frau Emmy von N, tell us how you feel?

 

Frau Emmy von N                     I better not tell my story here in circus

 

Pentium 808                             Do, please do, and tell us the truth

 

The Cocktail Twins                  Leave Frau Emmy von N to her trapeze business

 

Frau Emmy von N                    Where are the horses? I do not hear the horses?

 

Impresario                               Enough! This has to stop! Bring in the…

 

Frau Emmy von N                      Oh, but his genitals were all over and inside me…

 

Impresario                               Enough! This has to stop! Bring in the…

 

The Cocktail Twins                  Let us do our show!

 

Impresario                               We have had enough!

                                                This has to stop!

                                                Bring in the…

                                                Bring in the horses 

                                                Let us see the fabulous five Arabians

                                                No hysteria, only a gallop inside the ring

 

The Arabian Horses                 Stamp, stamp, stamp

                                                We can jump, march and

                                                Stamp, stamp, stamp

 

Missy Filly                               Olé!

 

The Arabian Horses                  Trot, trot, irregular trot

 

Missy Filly                                 And now the gallopade!

 

The Arabian Horses                 Gallop, gallop, galloooop

                                                We are a costly and breathtaking horserace

                                                The golden gallopade

 

Impresario                               It is magic!

 

The Audience Choir                Indeed, this is magic! 

 

Impresario                               In Italia, in Espania, in Germania,

                                                Entertainment is our trade

                                                Making money, counting money

                                                Producing folly, spectacular and funny

                                                In Italia, in Espania, in Germania,

                                                Entertainment is our trade

                                                Making money,

 

The Cocktail Twins                  Tiger, let us carry out our plan

                                                Eat the devils, free us from this scam

 

Bengali Tiger                          Rooar, rooooar, plenty ooffff yyyoouurrr despotiiism

                                                I need to gnaaaww into yyyoouurr flllesshhh

 

Impresario                               Aaaarrrrgh, arrgh, appy-polly-loggy,

                                                Dear Tiger, do not, do not consume me,

                                                I have a proposal Tiger, aargh,

 

Bengali Tiger                          Roooooooooarrr!

 

The Audience Choir                Woooaw!

 

Ein Hungerkünstler                  It happens slowly to me,

                                                Bit by bit I fall apart

                                                You will share my destiny,

                                                So it has to be

                                                Nous serons tous ainsi…

 

Pentium 808                            More violence, the audience loves it

                                                Impresario you are now a carcass

                                                Let us also devastate Napoleon

                                                With electric shock and torture

                                                Let him feel the illusion of life

                                                Facing the death and the big hollow

 

Napoleon                                Please take pity on me and my splendour

                                                I promise to disappear into the mirror

                                                Aaaaargh

                                                Argh

 

Pentium 808                             More violence, the Pentiums love it

                                                Wiesengrund it is now your turn

                                                To feel the pain

                                                A result of female hate

                                               

Missy Filly &                                                                                                  

Frau Emmy von N                    Now that Impresario is just a corpse

                                                Napoleon is electrified

                                                Let us tear apart den Wiesengrund

                                                Who violated the young Emmy

                                                Undercover as a bank employee

                                                Let us strangle him with our stockings

 

Theodore Wiesengrund           Oh no! Not the stockings!        

 

Missy Filly &

Frau Emmy von N                    Oh yes !  With the stockings

 

Theodore Wiesengrund           I guarantee to disappear from sight

                                                To become a better man

                                                Who stays behind the counter in the bank

                                               

Missy Filly &

Frau Emmy von N                    Never! No mercy, you squint-eyed monster

 

Theodore Wiesengrund           O Schmertz, O Schmertz

 

 

Scene Five                               Am Rhein, on the riverbank, 6 kilometres before Koblenz

 

The Cocktail Twins                  Look, over there on the other side of the running river

                                                It looks like a fantasy

                                                The funky girls have something to sing out loud

                                                About the world in which we live

                                                Of something new that has yet to come

                                                Or perhaps it is just another great swindle?

 

The Daughters of Main            It is all over now

                                                Impresario and horses

                                                The circus and its escapism

                                                Its fraud and illusionism

                                                It was the entertainment industry

                                                Showing off its hysteria and misery

                                                Frau Emmy has been sorted out

                                                We have totally blanked the Impresario’s impressive accounts

                                                Commerz Bank it’s fantastic

                                                Dresdner Bank it’s orgasmic

                                                Deutsche Bank it’s magic

 

 

Instrumental epilogue by the Troubadour