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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jon English
Jon English
Künstler:in
Original London Cast Of Paris
Original London Cast Of Paris
Künstler:in
Neal Wilkinson
Neal Wilkinson
Schlagzeug
Laurence Cottle
Laurence Cottle
Bassgitarre
Geoff Whitehorn
Geoff Whitehorn
E-Gitarre
John Dallimore
John Dallimore
E-Gitarre
Gerry Stevens
Gerry Stevens
E-Bassgitarre
Ian Lynn
Ian Lynn
Tasteninstrumente
Richard Cottle
Richard Cottle
Tasteninstrumente
Chris Cozens
Chris Cozens
Tasteninstrumente
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jon English
Jon English
Komponist:in
David Mackay
David Mackay
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David Mackay
David Mackay
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Letras

Agamemnon, where is the slave girl?
She belongs to me
Girl? I see no girl
Merely a whore
I claim her by right as the leader
As spoils of war
You unconscionable cur
Tread carefully, Achilles
Your shameless scheming divides our ranks
And plunders more Greeks than Trojans
With your wretched greed you claim all the prizes
That others have fought and died for
Well, yes I owe my allegiance to Greece
For I have sworn to protect her security
And use my god-given strength to defend her honor
(spoken)
And you are her greatest enemy
No
No. No that's not the answer
Has our fight come to this, Achilles
Put the damn sword away
Achilles
Enough, please
Agamemnon
What's this all about?
The woman is mine
Ah what greater cause than affairs of the heart to unite such valiant warriors
Where is your wife, Menelaus
Is she safely back in your arms
How is your family, Ulysses? Well?
Are you keeping them safe from harm
It seems according to Agamemnon's plan
We have nothing left to fear
We're all rich, content and victorious
So tell me
What the hell are we doing here?
Cowards
Weaklings
We brought them to their knees
And now you want to turn and run
Oh, invincible Achilles
On the highest pitch of glory
We will end this bloody war
Is this our greatest warrior
Simpering for a whore
How dare you
I have killed more Trojans
Than any in this room
My armour has protected me
As I have protected you
I now reject my armour
And I'll not wear it in your name
And I'll not lift one finger
In your defense again
Agamemnon, this much I swear
I'm leaving
All these senseless bickering
Divides us in our cause
I am no slave to avarice
Or worshiper of war
My fight is one of honour
For the virtue of my wife
And if I must go on alone
So be it
Then here is where I’ll die
I'm sorry it's come to this, Menelaus
When you have so much to defend
I'm caught between loyalties
Either way I lose a friend
They've broken through the blockade
And their aim is clear
They mean to burn our fleet
And leave us stranded here
Hurry
To arms
Regroup
Patroclus, go and fetch your friend
He can't mean what he said
Oh, he means it all right
If Achilles does not lead the charge
We might as well be dead
Go
Go
Fetch him now
We meet you at the line
We need his arm and standards
If we're to survive this time
But you don’t understand
We need him
Written by: David Mackay, Jonathan James English
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