Songs
Song 1:
Bloody eye, granny hair, you have earned all of your despair.
Your world is your fault.
Oh don't give me that look, he says. The mask on his face is like the heartless moon; it gives you just enough light to see your path in a starless night. You are grateful and he does not care.
Father's life, ugly hands. Keep it soft, your heart's demands
Song 2:
Darling, dear, sweet little sis, I'll call you all of those. There's love, love, love from your big dark eyes, to your small white hands, to your very tippy-toes! Mei-mei, pretty pretty, Lee Le-na-lee!
Love, love, love, your big brother.
Song 3:
They dangle her in front of you, awash in tears. She's got, she's got: the almond eyes, the thick black hair, the same dusky skin. Lovely, tiny, weepy, girl-twin.
"He can be your new big brother." they say.
"Can you speak Japanese?" you ask in Japanese.
She stares. Screams. Cries. Hides.
You never try again.
You are, you are, you are: her lonely, whiny, creepy boy-twin.
Song 4:
Mama, papa, you and them; you were all colors of the world! The water of every sea is our blood; the earth of every land is our flesh. Don't forget, they whispered, as they tucked you into bed.
One sea, two sea, three sea, four—an akuma breaks down your bedroom door. One land, two land, three land, four—all deaths are the same, why care anymore?
You are of that place (they ran), and that place (they begged), and that place (they bled). (As all do.) You are red and cream, white and green.
Let it go for black and white: dreams and nightmares, life and death, right and wrong.A panda bear.
Song 5:
Beauty, did you know, you're like a princess in the woods? He's got his arms around you and got you out, you're hurt but safe and warm now, hush. The crippled tramp and the enchanted doll and you helplessly fighting alone…the story winds down with a prince whisking you away, you know.
Boy, what do you mean, you never understood? Don't play the fool, have you never realized what you are about? That delicate face, that silken hair long and lush? Disgrace and swallowed pride and rescue from a boy half-grown…your glory pines now, with you hating him always.
You know.
Song 6:
Fa, you've a long, long way to run.
Oh, grovel, grovel, he snaps. Her knees in autumn litter. Crimson, red, scarlet. Blood, blood, blood!
Bitter are his words, "fight strong." Bitter were his words, "go on." Bitter are your words:
"He's gone!"
Bitter.
Bitter.
Bitter.
Song 7:
Wake up, honey bunny, or else I'll eat you up.
That's his "Lenalee's getting married" and he pulls out of his sleepy concussion doze, silk hair sliding off the tip of his nose, and those laced-up boots walking away fast to defend him; he knows. He knows.
He gets up and keeps pace, hammers a monster on its ugly face while his own is all aflame, wants to ask about what it implies, but knows it will all be deny, deny, deny.
Song 8:
Striking his face she could plead peace to patronize her
To expel a saint bribing him his aching heart
War no more for your holy crying ground
From the start all mercy his painful heart
Trade not for the girl's pity you found
Beg no mercy for your black heresy
Let loose all true love depart
Choking on blood swear her to secrecy
Suffer more invoke noble art.
Song 9:
Who are you calling the devil, devils? You've plenty crosses for your dead, but none upon your head!
Ashes to ashes (the shade of our skins), dust to dust (as all life is), we die and live and know nothing of sin, because we are His children, His children will win!
Praise the lord, Amen!
Song 10:
Sleep, child, on the side of the road.
For I never carried you, or held your hand.
Our souls will part and your love will roam
But walk, child, because I know you can
Sleep, child, I will never leave you alone.
"Allen, you've been playing the Ark nonstop, but I can't understand a thing. What exactly are you singing?"
"…No idea."
Author's note:
…felt like doing something abstract.
EDIT: Usually I like writing a bit vaguely, but three people out of four being confused is too much. The next chapter is an optional explanation for the songs, including who is whom. But I rather like the idea of Allen recording songs of "people" as anonymous voices, so unless you're really stumped I don't think it's necessary. There (should) be heavy clues about the identities in all the songs.