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Fourth Wall - Act I Scene 1

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Fourth Wall, Tenor, D2 - G3
C3 = Middle C

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Lyrics


FOURTH
Hello, hello, I can see you
And you can see me too
My name is Fourth Wall
Please don’t mistake me for
Frivolous buffoons like them
Highfalutin royalty
Who can't tell you exist

Welcome to Mediastan
Our world is not like yours
Full of aristocrats
I’m merely a court jester here

Eavesdropping, observing
Since they don’t notice me
Pays to know all I can
Keeps me safe
Treachery abounds here nowadays

Let me wise you up
Got the big what’s what
‘Bout the so called better classes

They’re a sketchy bunch
Smiling faces with daggers in hand
Like some of you

Unlike you, occult skills hold sway
Wielded in massive ego plays
Each one has unique capabilities
Sorcery confers special privileges

Because they need the aristocracy 
Propping up arrogant entitlements
Everyone born of noble blood lines
Possesses one pure magic enchantment

Using this one special power
Grants license to the Peerage
Yet they think after everything has been given them
On a silver tray by a minion’s hand
After all the luck that money can buy
Places them on high
Still each one believes
That they’re all self made

Ladies and gentlemen 
I give you the rulers of Mediastan
The champions of vested interests
Image brokers, corrupt elites
The Media Lords
Baron Anchor
Wise and learned they say
And old, very old
Whatever he says on his daily news
Becomes the truth
His magic? 
Our world changes to match 
Every word Anchor speaks during his newscast

Lady Diva
Kind and lovely
Unless you work for her
A witch to her staff
But a saint to rapt adoring fans
Her magic?
The audience will do anything she tells them
No matter what it is

Next, Sir Mogul
Enfant terrible 
The CEO of Consolidated Media
A man of wealth
His money screams
And it bribes
And it schemes
And it decides
His magic?
Big bucks
Luck it seems comes to those
Who have huge piles of cash

My three favorites
Pa, Par, and Azzi
They cause so much mischief
Lewd gossip mongers
Rumor floggers
Celebrity stalkers
Their magic?
Momentary enchantment
Salacious pandering forms their stock and trade

Now last we have Major Brands
I avoid him best I can
He controls it all
Pulling our strings
His magic?
Raw power
Sociopathicly Brands directs this mess
Brands directs this mess
Brands directs this mess

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