Musical Numbers

Charley and I had a discussion a while back. This is what came of it.

Ben to Shuvin: We’re Smugglers!


Now this life I know
Ain’t the easiest way to live
Always one step from
Breaking down and never coming back

I chose this, so did you
You knew what this was coming to:

We’re smugglers, we’re smugglers, we’re smugglers, we’re smugglers!

System to system
From job to dirty job
Flying under the scanners
On a set of secondhand spanners

We do what we gotta do
Anything to just make it through
But no one gets to say
“You’ve gotta do it my way!”

Oh I turned my back on the straight and clean
To fly the stars free and lean
Only what we’ve got on board
To make it through to the
Next score
Oh we’re dancing next to security
Every day we stake our liberty
On the engines that we
Fixed up with anything that we could see

Oh what can we do
But fly down the hyperlane we set onto
It may seem like our paths are set
But all it takes is some new coordinates
And we’re off, to find new contraband
To move through some sleight of hand
If there’s a market, you know we got it
Pocket our credits and then forget it!

(Ben and Shuvin dance with smugglers in the background tap dancing)

System to system
From job to dirty job
Flying under the scanners
On a set of secondhand spanners

We’re runners, freighters,
Spacers and star sailors oh

We’re smugglers, we’re smugglers, we’re smugglers, we’re smugglers

Our life it ain’t easy
Looking for a slice of liberty
Find it on our ships in the middle of the black
I think I found it and I’m never going back

We’re smugglers!
The galaxy’s jugglers!
It ain’t a romance,
But it’s what we’ve got!

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Palara to Eluna in La Fille Qui Pouvait Aimer Sans Coeur - “Love Is Not Pure"


PALARA: 'E 'as told you, 'as 'e not? And you can see 'e is not 'ole.

ELUNA: I don't think it's right. He deserves some happiness. And, I don't know, maybe I can be the one to make him happy.

PALARA’S face gains a haughty, yet sad expression. A slow jazz tune (piano, drums, trumpet, and bass) starts playing.


I see ze look in your eyes
Pools of stars and moonlight
Ah, you poor zing, you are in love

You've 'eard ze tales, I see
Of true love conquering
Of a love steady and sure
You 'ave not yet learned my dear
Zat love, oh love, is not pure

Life is no garden, love is no flower
In ze end, love 'as not ze power
To heal one's scars, to ease one's pain
Zere is no comfort in ze touch, in ze flame
For love, it is no cure
For love, it is not pure

Love is a song, yearning for completion
A wistful sweet tune, a melody for two
Yet in ze end, destined for frustration
For love, soft sweet love, is not true
Merely echoes, echoes in lonely solitude

The music rises into a crescendo. ELUNA frowns and shakes her head, but PALARA continues:

You say 'non, it cannot be!
True love exists, for 'im and me!'
Oh poor girl, so full of 'ope and fears
'Ere, in zis life of pain and tears
Love is tinged with grief
Melancholy, so bittersweet

The force of PALARA'S voice and the music seemingly push ELUNA back off her feet, she wipes her eyes and looks up at PALARA, who looks down at her. The music dies back to a soft and sad tune.

And now you see, despite its lure
Eet is all lies, just flashing lights
Zat love, it eez not true, it eez not pure

PALARA helps ELUNA back up. Despite her words, ELUNA still looks determined. A complicated expression of pain, anger, disgust, sadness, commiseration, and yearning passes over PALARA'S face but is gone in a moment, leaving just the stern haughty woman that ELUNA has met.