The
Sphinx - A Performance Script
THE SPHINX
Oedipus entered the riddle of her love.
In the morning sickness,
Her four furry feet settled on the cliffside by side
By the gates of the city of riddles.
Caught he was in her web.
Spun between the desert and the deep blue
City skyscrapers across the heart of the empire.
State of emergency declared.
City sealed up tight, tight,
Sleepy night descended around the walls and the minds of men.
Sacred pestilence of creepy crawly questions.
Who will answer? Who knows.
Morning noon and night they came,
They saw too much
Too young
Too bad if we conked them on the
Head of a maiden.
Body of a suicide blonde beastly beast of
Pray was all they could do.
Hope that someone would come,
Someone would know,
Someone would
Tell them what to do.
Morning noon and night they came,
Ding dong.
Well what do we have here then?
And
Where do you think you're going nowhere pal,
'Till you tell me,
Taught me by the three muses,
I ask you this.
You win, you're in.
That's the deal.
Speak up now, don't be shy.
Else bye bye baby bye bunting, lost for
Words fail me.
We tongue-tied you up and spilled your guts out,
You lose.
Unlucky golden boy baby
Mum's the word
Is what we want to
Hear me, city of riddles.
There is no answer to the plague before you.
So there they stood,
Scratching their heads or their arse.
Here she stands,
Now and forever amen cum and men go,
But the story stays the
Stop me if you can
If you've heard this one
More time,
I shan't ask again, and again,
The same,
The story stays the same.
But stories help me sleep, he said.
Somethings never change.
Somethings
Never change.
And Oedipus?
Oedipus smiled as he approached the sphinx.
Watch out for me.
I'm deadly.
Fate, fate, fatal.
Fate leads the willing, I'll make a killing, but drives the stubborn
Of a woman hath but a short time to live,
'Cos guess who's in the driving seat.
His heart is willing but his flesh is weak, weak, winking, thinking, blinking there.
Give us a smile sweetheart upon my sleeve.
Don't leave me
Weaving the strands of fate, fate,
Upon a plate,
Little man must concentrate.
I see you,
Caught in my headlights,
Shivering.
I see you and I,
Face to face me and taste me and tell me, Oedipus,
If you think you know,
If you think you can,
How will you seduce a sphinx?
O, bravest of men,
O, Oedipus dear,
Trembling like a schoolboy,
Smirking at a sphinx.
How will you do it?
O,
How will you tame the lion to a pussy, pussy, pussy cat,
Meow, Oedipus,
With a smile?
You ain't that cute, darlin'!
With pity, pity, kitty-cat?
Tears on my pillow?
I have no pity, Oedipus.
Go take your tears someplace else,
I got better things to do.
I, myself,
Who am dragon and damsel, beauty and beast,
Virgin and whore, cyborg and sphinx.
Angel of history with gorgon's head.
I sail through the ages and pages and every name in his story is I.
I,
I was Madonna with child.
Like a virgin?
Like hell
It was a long time ago that I sat here,
Perched on the,
Verging on the edge of the cliff-side.
I ask you this.
It's complex darling,
You wouldn't understand for it.
In the morning was Mona Lisa.
Staring hard at da Vinci
Pinch me and tell me it's real.
I'm not really bad or sad or glad or mad
I'm just drawn that way.
Smiling slightly.
Smiling sweetly.
Before I ripped off his head and shat down his throat.
My blank face still, absent.
Silent silver screen for a thousand furtive imaginings.
I am Garbo and Monroe.
Circe and Siren.
Let me sing you a song,
While you're tied to your cock.
Straining at the tethers.
"If only they'd release me"
Sailing along
Sing song
Sing me a song
Tell me a story mummy,
One last time.
Go to sleep now.
No, Mummy can't get in with you.
Poor little prick.
You still don't get it, do you?
Best be quick be jack be nimble.
Resolve a solve my little limerick.
Standing there smirking.
Have you got it yet?
I,
I,
I wanna be loved by you,
And I.
You and I,
Here we stand,
Face to face.
Blonde hair,
Blue eyes,
Fake tan.
Setting the scene for the master race not want not.
Standing there at sunset with your three flimsy legs.
Tell us what to do.
You taught me language,
And my profit is that I know how to ask why.
Why a Y-chromosome?
A cock instead of a womb.
A freak.
An accident.
You were never meant to happen dear,
Believe you me.
I'll bite off your head.
Perched on a corner by Marble Arch
'ello darlin' fancy a fuck?
I'll suck you up, into my cunt,
And spit out yer bones in the morning.
Whatsamatter, darlin'?
Pus-y Pussy,
Pussy cat.
Pussy galore.
Did she fall or was she pushed?
Pushy pussy.
Come to mummy.
Come to mamma'll rock-a-bye-baby,
On the tree top.
D'y'remember how it used to be, darling?
Just I and you.
You and I.
Look me in the eye-spy and tell me you don't miss me.
Kiss me quickly darling.
You
And look me in the eye and tell me
Why, why,
Why let mumsie-wumsie kiss it better.
Why Oedipus wept.
As he cried like a baby.
Mommy.
Are you there mommy?
Don't leave me.
I'm scared of the dark.
Who turned out the lights?
Don't cry baby bunting,
Daddy's gone-a hunting.
For a monstrous whore-hole,
And verging on a virgin Queen of Thebes.
Come into my darkness, Oedipus dear.
Don't just stand there in the mouth of my cave.
There aren't really monsters under the bed dear.
Just shadows on the wall of the cave, dear.
What should a man fear,
Dear Oedipus dear?
Do you want to slip inside my skin?
Shall I swallow you whore-hole-Greek-like?
To soundly sleep your little dream.
In utero inferno
My burning belly.
It's warm in here.
Or would I gag on the first gobful?
As though I'd let you in a second time ticks away
I went to London to meet the Queen
Of all England,
Gaia, Medea, Medusa and Eve.
I am Venus
In a furry, furry, pussy skin.
Purrr!
Oedipussy.
Furry feary
Scaredy cat
Of nine tails.
Beat me.
Beat me, I love it.
At my own game.
It's the same.
Story.
Every time.
Immemorial.
Again and again, the same.
Every name.
In this story.
Is the same.
It's the same.
I'M SICK OF BEDTIME STORIES, SON.
Go to sleep now,
And dream your little dream.
Little man.
Here I stand.
It's my hand,
That rocks the cradle.
Breaks the bough, you cow.
I sail through your stories.
For I am Gaia, Medea, Medusa and Eve.
Pandora and her cunt box.
'ello darlin', fancy a fuck?
I opened my box,
You bitch!
And from it poured forth the riddle of the world.
In the morning it goes on four feet.
Wot a lovely,
Before I picked it up,
And threw it out the tower-block window wind blows,
The cradle will rock, baby,
Drop, baby,
Baby boy.
My pain's a fair price to take away your smile.
Falls forty feet to a pancake surprise.
Pizza anyone?
Wot a lovely baby.
He's got his father's eyes!
It goes on four feet,
In the afternoon on two,
And in the evening on three.
So little man.
Little cock.
Little prick.
Whadaya think?
Got any ideas?
Got anything to say, have you?
Caught in the headlights of a speeding car.
Splat!
Should've kept an eye out
For angels in jags.
Pussy in a porsche.
Speeding through history in my Ferrari of fate on the freeways of the world.
Whadaya mean, you never saw it coming?
Come to Mamma.
I'll wipe that smile off your face.
'ello darlin'
What d'ya say?
Whatsamatter, cat got ya tongue?
OEDIPUS: Your words hold no fear for me. Sticks and stones
may break my bones, sweet temptress, but I can read your incoherent musings.
Effect follows cause, there's no escaping that. Whatever you do, one plus
one's still two. I am Oedipus, who knows everything. I've read the dictionary
from cover to cover, sweet sphinx, and one word leaps to mind.
Oh, again and again.
It's the same.
It's the same old game.
I perch on this rock,
Or another.
And I sit on one rock,
Or another.
Here,
Or there.
Now and later.
The same.
Again.
I say, you explain.
Again.
And again.
Aren't you sick of this?
Again and again.
I ASK, YOU ANSWER.
The same.
It doesn't matter what I ask you, you'll say the same,
Again,
The same old game.
WHATEVER I SAY, YOU'LL SAY THE SAME.
You know your lines too well, my boy.
Not that you get to say much!
More of a "hobble-on" part.
Shame.
One word and he's off.
Palaces to go,
People to see.
Oh spare me your theatriks,
I know the routine.
Not that I'm out of the picture that easily, mind.
You see, I catch you both ends of the pendulum swing.
I'll be waiting, Oedipus.
By the city gates.
With open arms.
And you'll lift me over the threshold me,
And kiss me
And say you'll never leave me.
And I shall bear you beautiful monsters.
And I'll bite off your head.
You need me, honey.
I know the routine.