“I let the music speak to me.”
[He sits, a song playing faintly in the background.]
“I’m hearing images and I’m seeing songs that no poet has ever painted.”
“The voices call out to me, straight to my heart. So strange they are, but we’re so well acquainted.”
“I let the music speak with no restraints.”
“I let my feelings take over and carry my soul away into the world.”
“Where the beauty meets the darkness of the day.”
[Doom slowly sways his head.]
“Where my mind is like an open window, where the high and healing winds blow. From my shallow sleep the sounds awake me, I let them take me so.”
“You let the music speak to you, don’t you El Mariachi Muerte?”
[Record screech.]
“You hear the music of the world, seeing songs where people see misery or mire. You hear those desperate cries as tunes, trembling inside your eardrums.”
“Their voices of pain and agony cry out to you. They call to your heart, strange, yet somehow familiar. It’s the music of your world. It’s the beat of the drum you dance to.”
“You let it speak to you, don’t you?”
“You don’t restrain the way it makes you feel. You embrace every beat, every melody, every chorus and tune. You take them into your soul and find the beauty in the darkness of everyone else’s pain.”
[Doom stands up, grabbing a hammer.]
“Their suffering is a song that illuminates your life – it breathes existence into your very being. Without it, you’d be nothing but a maggot, begging for change, playing songs into the void of absolute nothingness.
[He walks over to the record player and smashes it violently.]
“Did you hear that?”
“That’s the end of music.”
“I have no song of sorrow to sing for you, Mariachi. I have no pain or fear in my heart. I have no tune to hum. I have no beat to drop. I have no lyrics painted on the wall of memories inside my mind. I’m a void. I’m empty. I’m the death of music.”
“I’ve let the music speak to me.”
“I’ve heard its sound.”
“It’s pathetic, El Mariachi Muerte. It didn’t fill me with joy or endless sound. It made me angry. It made me want nothing more than to end music and next week at Death’s Lament, I have the opportunity to kill music once and for all.”
“By killing you, I achieve that goal.”
“Death’s Lament will truly be the day the music ides.”
“Because I let music speak to me.”
“And I didn’t like the sound.”
“Now all will bow before Doom.”
“You and the music both.”
“That appears… true.”
SONG: I LET THE MUSIC SPEAK TO ME by ABBA