[THE Ka]

Greetings again, I hope that I might not be too much of a bother, but time allows me but short pleasure today and I must be swift!

This song I'm about to sing is about a couple of adult people, that have spent, oh, quite a long time together, until one of their fates get restless and they eventually have to leave. Whither it's a dragon or orcs is unimportant, it's a man's journey. It's a lovely marriage of words and music written by Stephen Sondheim, that I've adapted for Turin, a man who really needed a break, but fate wouldn't budge. I hope you enjoy.


Isn't it rich, are we a pair?
Me here at last above the ground,
You under the soil.
Send in the Orcs.

Isn't it bliss, don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the Orcs?
Send in the Orcs.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours.
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my sword,
No one is there.

Don't you love tragedy?
My fault I fear,
I thought that you'd want what I want,
Sorry my dear,
But where are the Orcs?
Send in the Orcs,
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich, isn't it queer?
Losing my life this late in my career,
But where are the Orcs?
there ought to be Orcs,
Well, maybe next year…


Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen.
Takes a customary bow for Sinatra and quiety walks off stage...