Theatrical Muse, Topic 207- Control

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Control.

Humans sing about control a lot, one way or the other. I hear them sing about others controlling them and needing to control others. Those can be real hot numbers but some of the best songs come when they want to control themselves. That’s the biggest change that some people can make – sometimes by telling the people who want to control them to get lost!

Any of the other changes they need to make can be easy compared to that, but you’d never know it to hear them sing. I was passing through the UK and there are people sitting at little tea-tables, sucking at cigarettes - out in the street in the cold, cold rain. Thay've banned smoking in public places.

The last singer I heard there would have been pretty, if she hadn’t been so wet. Her voice was already kind of husky, too, sounded sort of broken...


Why did I start smoking?
The taste's not the best,
at school though it helped me,
look right with the rest.
It's cool on the movies,
done by the right type,
(Oh Hell, did I fall for the hype?)

When did I enjoy it?
It once made me sick
My guys always smoked, though,
My first was a pr... *stops to cough for several seconds*
We broke up quite soon, but,
I didn't quit yet,
I just lit my next cigarette.

I cough when I'm dancing,
the gym is no fun.
I never have money,
I gakk from my Mom,
I'm cool though, just look
I'm a real film-star pet,
I just lit my next cigarette.

I go with a loser,
I wish that he'd shave,
I wish he had manners,
I wish that he'd save,
If we never marry,
I won't start to fret,
I'll just light my next cigarette.

OK I'm addicted,
so what do you care?
I pay as much tax
as a smart millionaire,
Don't call me a loser!
So what do you bet?
This could be my last cigarette!

Then some hot ash dropped on her coat. She swiped it off too late, it left a burn on the new red fabric. You could see the rage in her face. For a moment she felt angry enough to throw the pack into the gutter, turn her heel on it and stalk off. There was that second when she might have walked away free, but then she stopped, holding the packet in her hand, looking at it and thinking.

I knew she’d lost when she shook out another cigarette, put the pack back in her bag and snapped the clasp shut. Her song had gone from her mind like a dream in daylight by the time she sat down and lit the thing.

Oh well, another day, another Gig.

Muse; “Sweet” the singing demon.
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