A solo performer enters with a box of records. Seven records are played, each piece of unique music opens a portal to a seven distinct rapturous stories animated by a twisted toy box illuminating a sing-song dream world.
LOVE: A girl and a horse fall in love and ride into the sky
"...The ground is sprouting loving things/ The sky imagines loving wings
Rain is heavens tears/ She cries joy and life appears
Twisting down a darkening way/ What peering light greets the day
They smile at each other then/ Moon descending and sun again
Perfect lovers wrapt in bliss/ One for each and life persists
All the universe agrees/ Singing out in harmony/ True love is ecstasy..."
DRUGS: Plant hallucinogens provide access to an altered reality
"...Psychoactive substances i know im more alive
The ultimate in feeling good botanical derived
Altering conciousness entheogen
Entheos from the greek meaning god within
Higher take me higher/ I want to be one with everything
Higher take me higher/ I want to be one with everything..."
NITROGEN NARCOSIS: A scuba diver seeking treasure goes too deep, nitrogen fills his blood stream
"...The deep sea. More is known about the surface of the moon than the deep ocean. Where temperatures lower, pressures rise, and the dark reigns complete....
...A teacup. Small, delicate, intricate. Dire. Many brave have met their end on this fragile hunt. Not by the terrifying creatures below, but by something else. Glorious and sinister. A monster within.
Come come I come for you
Come come I come for you
Dream your eternal sleep
Beware: Rapture of the Deep..."
SEX: A sorrowful madam opens a brothel and leaps to her death
"...In one great moment in time, Madame was able to reach the greatest height of delight...
Her lover unknown. But hidden. Elusive.
Exquisite. Divine. Like Cupid to Psyche.
And like Psyche, Madame could not live without knowing who could bring her to such ecstasy but with a touch. She waited to see his face. Never forgetting her taste of paradise. But alas he never returned.
What could Madame do? Only what any of us would do. Open a maison de tolerence.
Voila la Maison de Bonheur! ..."
ART/ MUSIC/ DANCE: Tortured Vincent Van Gogh meets his muse and creates a masterpiece
"...I know youre hurting troubled lullaby/ Just turn to me a figment in your minds eye
I'll be the light i will show you the way in the storm
Dont you see madness illuminates
Cant you feel heartbreak radiates
The brightest star is granted to the darkest of nights
I will take the fall for you
Butterfly
A muse to amuse you
You shine shine..."
RELIGION: Images of earthly despair and horror are matched by abstract transcendence
"...Give me something to believe in/ End times come
We will not die/ But be changed / In the twinkling of an eye
Give me something to believe in/ All my gods have gone
Meet midair..."
SLEEP DEPRIVATION/ FEVER: A puppet can't sleep and enters into deprivation euphoria
"...Well there aint no point in sleepin/ i just push the night
I break through to the other side/ Where the madmen all reside
Theres a pretty lady singin/ Shes luring me to bliss
Rainbows shootin from her eyes/ And honey dripping from her lips..."
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