In my ongoing attempt to promote classical music
and make it more popular;
I put words and story to some of the worlds
most popular classical music.

This is one of them.

Message to Myself
(Mandate for Mankind)

Debussy: Claire de lune
Word and stories: Justin Peel/justinpeelthefirst@hotmail.com

To "follow along with it" you need to read it to the melody line.
I would suggest listening to the music first.

(youtube)

It is slow and thoughtful. Don't rush the words.

The first note of the piece is a bass note,
it sounds like it should be sung: “A mess-age”...
it sn't.
Start the song with the melody notes just after the bass.
Mess-age...
(There are a lot of bass notes that stand out.)

SETTING:
Picture a slightly dishevelled looking woman
sitting in front of her makeup mirror.
As she starts to freshen up she hits play on her phone
and Claire de Lune starts playing.

She starts singing...

enjoy...

Mess-age,
to my-self.
Put all of my,
fears,
on a shelf.

Give my-self per-mis-sion to start each day a-new.

With-out all the weight of my world, some-times stop-ping me.

Mess-age,
to my-self.
Al-ways take,
care,
of my health.

And...
Re-mem-ber I'm strong,
as i need,
to be.

Treat,
peo-ple as I'd want them to al-so treat me.
Be, nice to my-self and be nice to oth-ers too.

Keep all my friends close,
they mean the world to me.

Love my fam-i-ly,
they'll al-ways mean the most.

And nev-er for-get,
that the gift of a gen-u-ine smile,
is,
free.
(little piano run)
Sing,
sing,
a song,
have,
a dance,
or laugh,
when,
I need to feel good.

Hug,
hug, my-self,
when,
it's,
not,
safe,
to,
hug,
oth-ers.

Play,
play a,
game.
Use,
my im-a-gin-a-tion.

Don't,
don't be sad,
there's a,
a time to be sad and,
a time to heal all of my loss-es.

Trust,
trust my-self,
trust my, in-tu-i-tion.
It's nev-er failed,
me.
Fight, pre-ju-dice.
Don't-let-hate-rule-me.

Mess-, age,
to my-self.

To al-ways ask when,
I need help.

I'm not a moun-tain stand-ing lone,
all by my-self.

There will al-ways be re-sourc-es if I just, search.

Re-ply,
to my-self.

I am o.k.,
do-ing well.

And...

There is no-one
Nor no rea-son.
For me to,
fear.
(Piano interlude indictating deep in thought.)
Mess-age...
(Interlude)
Mess-age...
(Interlude)
Mess-age,
to
me.
(Last note)
SMILE