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letra de the race we run - paul shapera

han mi:
jakob jansson and his unit, the cascadian h-llhounds, pursued the little fairy relentlessly as she fled blindly and aimlessly, lost in an alien, human world, until at last, cornered and wounded, she gave up

fairy:
this is how my story ends
without warning, without sense

so this is how my story ends
nothing solved just all loose ends
without love, without a friend
all alone out here at worlds end

so this is how my story ends
no,one mourns me when im dead
theres no eulogies instead
it cold and mean with no tears shed

so this is how my story ends
with no clever last words said
without love, without a friend
all alone out here at worlds end

jane:
take my hand and when you run, we’ll run together
take my hand and when you go, we’ll go down together
take me hand and when we hide, we’ll hide together
take my hand if you fall, we’ll fall down together
the race we run is frightening, and at our backs they’re biting
the h-llhounds hunt and never slow
the race we run is frightening, and for our lives we’re fighting
all along the blood stained road

the race we run is frightening, dizzying and blinding
the grief that pulls us down below
the race we run is frightening, and guns that flash like lightening
so hold on tight and dont let go

fairy:
why have you come the men with guns are hunting in a race of death

jane:
i’ve come to find the fairies from poor avalon that might be left
others of your kind wait in a city that lies days away
and if i die it will not be before i get you there and safe

fairy:
i’m tired and despair my race is run i wish to lay and die

jane:
i’ve felt like that and run that race once upon another time
and once upon that time another saved me who i cannot pay
but now i can atone and i’m prepared to die to keep you safe
jakob:
the h-llhounds come a riding
we bite like lightening and
the h-llhound come a riding

the h-llhounds come a riding
the sinners crying for
the h-llhounds come a riding

the race we run is frightening, dizzying and blinding
the grief that pulls us down below
the race we run is frightening, and guns that flash like lightening
so hold on tight and dont let go

han mi:
the tech company ablegeist held yearly parties that were the darling of the upper class business and social world for the city of morefold. this year they had renovated a large mansion and there the rich and famous from across the continent had come to drink, network, and gossip, unaware they were straight in the path of jane, the fairy and the deadly unit hot on their trail

jane:
the race we run is frightening, and at our backs they’re biting
the h-llhounds hunt and never slow
the race we run is frightening, and for our lives we’re fighting
all along the blood stained road
the race we run is frightening, dizzying and blinding
the grief that pulls us down below
the race we run is frightening, and guns that flash like lightening
so hold on tight and dont let go

han mi:
they smashed through the mansion, jane and the little fairy desperately fleeing, knocking over everything in their way and the unit blasted their way through the party, destroying everything around them

they fled into the cellar and fortunately just after they closed the door, an old man leaned casually against it and shrugged when jakob appeared moments later and asked which way they had gone
.
jane and the fairy hide from jakob. fortunately jakob’s unit didn’t think to check the cellar

jakob:
check the cellar!

han:
wait… what? jakob’s unit, having lost jane, leaves the party (obnoxious noise begins)

jakob:
i bet my left nut they’re in the cellar. i can feel it. come on, downstairs. weapons up

han:
they don’t go down to the cellar

jakob:
watch your step. stay alert

han:
what’s that sound?

raven:
the narrative’s tearing

lloyd:
you need to stop. it’s not working. you’re going to break the narrative. you can’t always just strong arm your way through

jakob:
i’ve got two heat signatures, southwest corner

han:
golly darn it, what do i do?

lloyd:
you have a problem. the narrative does not want jane safe. finesse. finesse

han:
with the men approaching, jane spies a trapdoor leading to ancient tunnels beneath the mansion

lloyd:
really? tunnels again?

han:
hush. im under pressure and i can’t think of anything else. jane and the fairy quickly throw open the trapdoor and scramble down

lloyd:
we did tunnels last time

raven:
the dwarves

lloyd:
the dwarves?

raven:
the dwarves are interesting. if jane heads to the dwarves, the narrative will keep her safe until at least then, because it’s an interesting destination. you’re doing fine

han:
thanks. what if jane doesn’t go to the dwarves?

lloyd:
all right. not bad. test it out and see if you can’t nudge her there

han:
the tunnels under the mansion head off in a maze of directions. with no time to think, on a whim, jane chooses a series of tunnels leading ever down, down…

raven:
down past the party and the countryside of the waking lands

han:
oh, that’s nice. down past the party and the countryside of the waking lands, towards the dwarves far below

- paul shapera

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