Theatre (in American English usually theater) is a collaborative form of fine art that uses live performers to present the experience of a real or imagined event before a live audience in a specific place. The performers may communicate this experience to the audience through combinations of gesture, speech, song, music or dance. Elements of design and stagecraft are used to enhance the physicality, presence and immediacy of the experience. The specific place of the performance is also named by the word "theatre" as derived from the Ancient Greek θέατρον (théatron, “a place for viewing”) and θεάομαι (theáomai, “to see", "to watch", "to observe”).
Modern Western theatre derives in large measure from ancient Greek drama, from which it borrows technical terminology, classification into genres, and many of its themes, stock characters, and plot elements. Theatre scholar Patrice Pavis defines theatricality, theatrical language, stage writing, and the specificity of theatre as synonymous expressions that differentiate theatre from the other performing arts, literature, and the arts in general.
Plot
"Song for Marion", a London-set comedic drama, is about shy, grumpy pensioner Arthur who is reluctantly inspired by his beloved wife Marion to join a highly unconventional local choir. At odds with his son James, it is left to charismatic choir director Elizabeth to try and persuade Arthur that he can learn to embrace life. Arthur must confront the undercurrents of his own grumbling persona as he embarks on a hilarious, life-affirming journey of musical self discovery.
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Open your heart. Find your voice.
Music is the cure for the common crank...
Marion: What makes a song beautiful is not always the quality of the voice but the distance that voice has had to travel.
Arthur Harris: You know how I feel about enjoying things.
Plot
"Song for Marion", a London-set comedic drama, is about shy, grumpy pensioner Arthur who is reluctantly inspired by his beloved wife Marion to join a highly unconventional local choir. At odds with his son James, it is left to charismatic choir director Elizabeth to try and persuade Arthur that he can learn to embrace life. Arthur must confront the undercurrents of his own grumbling persona as he embarks on a hilarious, life-affirming journey of musical self discovery.
Keywords: bus-ride, cancer-patient, character-name-in-title, choir, cigarette-smoking, father-son-relationship, grandfather-granddaughter-relationship, grumpy-old-man, heavy-metal-music, husband-wife-relationship
Open your heart. Find your voice.
Music is the cure for the common crank...
Marion: What makes a song beautiful is not always the quality of the voice but the distance that voice has had to travel.
Arthur Harris: You know how I feel about enjoying things.
Plot
Death is training his son in the art and responsibilities of the family business. His son does well until he's sent out on his own to claim an accident victim. Instead, he's asked by a friend of the dying man to help with CPR. Taken aback, he assents, the dying man is resuscitated, and Death's son is in the doghouse with dad. Enraged, pop gives his son 24 hours to deliver a corpse, so the young man sets out to ice the man who asked him for help earlier that day. Junior's target is a young actor, Tom, going through opening night and loved by Sarah, a rather histrionic young woman. A near-Death experience awaits them all as Junior comes of age.
My life is a musical, I know how to put on
A pretty pathetic show, I hide
Backstage, keep the curtains closed
'Cause I'm scared, I'm scared
I'm getting pretty good at feeding them
The lines they like but I don't
Recognize the girl I face each night
I can compromise till I'm convinced, it's right
What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second to what the other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting the routine?
'Cause they never worked for me
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
They say all the world's a stage
Rewriting your identity is all the rage
Well, next act please, I'd like a change
I don't really like pretending this way
What happened to the girl who could overlook the world?
She never gave a second to what the other people thought
What happened to the dream of rejecting the routine?
'Cause they never worked for me
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
And the sad thing is we're all in on the action
We're all holding our breath, waiting for a reaction
You play your part, I'll be playing with matches
And if you'd like a show, you can follow the ashes
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
And scream every line like this is it
I'm gonna burn this theater down
And pray to God for the strength to help me face the crowd
I wanna live like I lost the script
I see the world in a swirl of hues
But my favorite color is shame
Tonight the sky is painted
Tonight the sky is painted melancholy
And the wind sings songs as if it would lament
Some tragedy on the far side of the world
We're in the deep pockets of my mind
Where I lust after blood and pain
Tonight the sky is painted
Tonight the sky is painted melancholy
And the wind sings songs as if it would lament
Some tragedy on the far side of the world
I am I and the world is a woman
From who I must take, take, take
In an act of lust, no, in an act of pride
And I am damned but can I be saved?
Can I be saved?
Tonight the sky is painted
Tonight the sky is painted
Tonight the sky is painted melancholy
And the wind sings songs as if it would lament
Some tragedy on the far side of the world
And the wind sings songs as if it would lament
Yellow ballerinas kill me for my money
and me so they don't have to be alone
theatre, but Molly seems to make it there
right and after this one Molly seems to make it
always, theatre, but Molly seems to make it there
right into your headbone
Yellow, yellow
Screaming about alice; she don't work no more
right next to 'shaving times are over creep'
alabama-song, but Molly seems to make it there
right and after this one Molly seems to make it
always, theatre, but Molly seems to make it there
right into your headbone
And I'll breathe it in
And I'll breathe it in
And I will go one till my bones will bleed again
Hellen, darling, are you Pamela's new favourite
I won't fall for all your things with neon-ice-cream
been regretting all 3 years and the motorcycle boys
don't feel it, yellow skirt that really made you
is now a part of horrorscene
eleven windings but Molly seems to make it there
right and after this one Molly seems to make it
always, theatre, but Molly seems to make it there
right into your headbone.
And a welthy hasbeen and Mary Lee, well, changes
to the guy that won't die, well this is all you making
and the mair is still waving, the councillor's arriving
and I don't think I will stick around
And I will go on till my bones will bleed again
Yellow yellow
Theatre, better of then any creep in there
theatre, better of then any creep in there
theatre, better of then any creep in there
(Andy Sears)
Charade, caprice
Risque, Affectedly chic
En role, 'Au Naturel'
The show is over--
On with the show
As the make-up breaks up
Out of the crack, charisma flows
Look at the face, look at the face
Look at the, Look at the, Look l,l,l...
A gilt/guilt disguise
Belies a silvery tongue
Undone,--and after all--
Well, it's hard,--
The light's in your eyes!
You'll never believe theatre
The lies and deceit--Theatre
We go too far
Never content with who we are
Look at the face, look at the fac
Look at the, look at the, look l,l,l...
We laugh, we feel
So nice and none of it real
It's all unnatural
A tragic performance--
Tears in my eyes
Don't ever believe theatre
The lights and the dreams--theatre
Row to row, there they go,--count them
They go,--"oh, oh, oh, no, no, oh no
No way, no way, no, no, no way--no!"--
Be gone--Home!
Be gone,--
I'd rather be with the lights in my eyes
Than out in the dark--
With you