Lyrics
mv 10 Aria (tenor) with Chorus and Incidental Solos:
The aroma of a brew from a precision French press
Main Soloist:
The aroma of a brew from a precision French Press
Delights the senses, and stimulates the mind.
(Chorus: stimulates the mind!)
If you would work long hours, with neverending zest,
Then coffee is your medicine the gourmet, home-ground kind.
(Chorus: the gourmet, home-ground kind!)
Incidental Solo1: I like mine in a mug the size of Rhode Island
Chorus: Rhode Island?
Incidental Solo1: (nodding) Oftentimes.
Chorus: Then grab a cup of java, etc.
Main Soloist:
You can grind it into powder or leave it fairly coarse,
You can drink it straight, or drink it topped with luscious latte foam.
(Chorus: I love the foam!)
You can tamp it down and extract the precious oil
Or leave it light and airy for a midnight snack at home.
(Chorus: With biscotti, or a scone!)
Chorus: (spilling the beans )
Arabica, Robusta, Kona Java or Blue Mountain
Ghimbi, Indonesian, or Columbian or Kenyan
Tenor: I want to taste them
Chorus: Want to taste them
All: I want to taste them all!
Incidental Solo: Or simply eat the beans like candy,
Chorus: in a little chocolate coat
Soprano Solo: Or forget the fancy methods, just insert an IV line.
Chorus: Directly in the vein!
So let us raise a toast to this most excellent delight!
Tenor: In Praise of Coffee!
Chorus: Viva Java!
Tenor: Viva Java!
Chorus:Viva Java!
Tenor: Viva Java!
Chorus:Viva Java!
Tenor:
Whether fancy, pricey,
cheap and homey,
Delicate
or thick and foamy,
Chorus:
Light or dark or in-betweeny
Cold with ice or hot and steamy,
Whole bean, ground at home or instant..
Performance note
[a ‘very pregnant’ pause.(Think "morning sickness" pregnant).
Action grinds to a halt; all freeze and the music dries up ;-D
The conductor, startled, drops his/her baton;
the strings catch, grate, slide or choke their way out of the passage.
This should sound like an [unscored] spontaneous accident;
hence, I have not scored music.
The instrumentalists might possibly consider the biggest gaffe they have made playing
a passage, and then mimic that here. IE, they should call upon their creativity.]
All, cast, orchestra and conductor, are frozen in a tableau of surprise, shock, disgust, confusion. Soloist is frozen gesturing in the air. a moment passes, and while all others continue in en tableau, he comes to life and shakes his hands as if trying to get rid of some disgusting substance.]
Tenor: instant? who wrote this drivel?
Incidental Solo: (spoken): come on where are you hiding, you instant-guzzling traitor?
[The composer reluctantly emerges from the audience and slowly makes his/her way to the stage The cast un-freezes and starts to mutter to each other, sotto voce.]
Chorus: [in unison, with a Borg-like quality] we protest!
Composer: [embarrassed, clears throat nervously] um, well the word instant um, fit uh, you know, fit the rhythm I mean, you know it’s not easy getting all these words to scan and what about poetic license? C’mon, folks, give a poor composer a break will ya? You see.
Chorus: Spoken in unison: That just -- won’t -- do.
Composer: (spoken) Well, you see, it’s very difficult to
Chorus: Spoken: WON’T.. DO..
[Most lines are sung from this point on]
Composer: (Sung, recitative) But you all are characters in MY OPERA! My opera, do you understand? I created you!
Subtitle Drone holds up a sign that says Warning: Slippery Slope Ahead
Chorus: We have no creator but the one true god..
Composer: And who is this god? You can’t do this!
Chorus: You have dishonored our god.
Composer: No! I have dishonored no god, no god that I know of!
Chorus: Yes, his name is Java.. We will not pay tribute to an inferior god. Uttering the name of instant blasphemes!
Composer: (experiencing a sort of psychological vertigo) [pause] Well, then, if Java is so high and mighty,
