Lara’s Salome Rap Overture

Watered by the Jordan, the gardens were stunning
Coulda given Babylon a run for the money
The desert sun made life post-gloaming,
everyone awake all night, roaming,
Hoping to make it through another dawn
Cause lives back then were not worth a song.

our heroine about to get an opportunity,
to half her uncle’s kingdom, or to set her love free
Her situation became a death-knell, cuz there
Ain’t no U turns on this highway to hell
This ain’t just a tale, of unrequited love,
But history, augury, and doom from above.

CHORUS
There will be revolution at the
Point of no return, no solution when the
Rubicon is crossed, at what a cost
(Alea iacta est), execution

Salome the princess was very agile
Heredity provided some feminine wile
Helen of Troy and all her thousand sails
could not stack up to these seven veils
She never did have no trouble with da guys but
the moment they met, she only had eyes…
For John, the Baptist, the prophet, the saint
Our main man, a model of restraint
In all things sexual, comestible and funny
which comes from eating only locusts and honey
He looked like a freak, but she dug him all the same
The trouble began when he cursed her mother’s name…

CHORUS
There will be revolution at the
Point of no return, no solution when the
Rubicon is crossed, at what a cost
(Alea iacta est), execution

Herodias the Queen was one bad mother
She had her husband iced, to marry his brother
No longer in her prime, she made da switch,
Once she was a ho, now she just a bitch
Sweet example of how extreme vanity
Leads in a generation to insanity

Herod Antipas, Tetrarch of Judea, was
A glutton and a drunk, but at least he had flair
If tales be believed, he was something of a lecher
who’d love to do his niece, if only he could catch her
Booze, tunes and orgies made him delirious
Debauchery ruled in the reign of Tiberius

So roll back the clock to 27 AD
The darkness before the dawn of Christianity
We walk through the valley of the shadow of death
In the time of the Romans and the dude from Nazareth
Here comes the story of the love child
Of Strauss, Herodias and Oscar Wilde

CHORUS X 2

OUTRO:
Direct quote from Oscar Wilde;
Herod says, fearfully: “Put out the torches! Hide the moon! ………..Hide the stars……..”

Exeunt

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