Chorus

In deepest night

In darkest dark

I am alone, I am alone

In deepest dark

The dark of night

It turns my heart

To hardest stone

With guilt for the flowers

Guilt for the children

Guilt for the mushroom cloud,

Guilt for the darkness

That has descended

Guilt for the woven shroud

The children call

The flowers grow

In other lands, in other lands

The waves they come

The waves they go

And wash upon the fertile sands

But here is the darkness

Here is the night

Here is the guilt that I know

Here is the anguish

Here is the pain

There nothing else that I know

The mushroom cloud

Is hanging low

The earth is red

With red flame fire

I stand alone, I stand alone

My heart has turned to blackest stone

The crying voices of the night

Are the calls I’ve heard

The crying voices of the night

Cover all the world

In deepest night

In darkest dark

I am alone, alone, alone

With guilt for the flowers

Guilt for the children

Guilt for the mushroom cloud,

Guilt for the darkness

That has descended

Guilt for the woven shroud

Oppenheimer

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Innocent, I’m innocent

The shadows call my name.

There in the dark

There in the dark they are waiting

I am alone

The midnight bell is ringing.

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Innocent, I’m innocent,

Great mother call me home.

Groves

He’s singing again

About love and duty

And how it began

He’s singing again

And says he’s innocent

Of what he has done

He believes in innocence

In duty and fatherland

He believes in science

And that’s where it all began

He’s singing again

But he will not listen to me

And so he is singing

And so he wailing-

Listen to what he sings

Oppenheimer

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Innocent, I’m innocent

The shadows call my name.

There in the dark

There in the dark they are waiting

I am alone

The midnight bell is ringing.

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Innocent, I’m innocent,

Great mother call me home.

Groves

He’s singing again

I’ve known him for years

And know all of his fears

I pick him up every time that he falls

I am the one who answers his call

I know everything and know nothing at all

I am his only friend

Oppenheimer

We discovered death

We turned out the light

We turned the brightness into the night

Groves

Now don’t go crying

And saying you’ve lost

You made a bargain my good doctor Faust

Oppenheimer

Don’t call me that!

Groves

And why not

You bargained for the lot!

Oppenheimer

I’m sinner and saint

I’m love’s forelone child

I’m innocent and blameless in my pride

Groves

Only the guilty would say that

Deep in your heart you know that.

Oppenheimer

Perhaps only the guilty

Have love’s possibility

If I repent

If I turn to God

Perhaps he will forgive me

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Groves

You’re becoming theological

And that’s really farcical

First the great mother

And now some other

Yes, you are Faust, you are

Oppenheimer

Don’t call me that!

Groves

Compose yourself.

You weren’t like that in the beginning

Oppenheimer

In the beginning?

Groves

You know to what I am referring

Oppenheimer

Only too well

In the beginning

I was the pure one

I was the innocent child

In the beginning

I was the new one

All of my dream they ran wild

I was the dear one

And the white hair boy

I was the near one

And that was my joy

In the beginning

I was the pure one

I was the innocent child

Groves

Don’t act as if you didn’t know what I mean

In the beginning

You were the true one

Who could give me all that I sought

In the beginning

You were so willing

You gave me all of your thought

You were the white hair one

You were the beautiful

You were so eager and sure

In the beginning

Yes in the beginning

You opened up every door

Chorus

In the beginning

There were two brothers

Who knew each other

And together they built a bomb

In the beginning

The shinning beginning

That’s when it all began

In the beginning

The two were the best friends

Working to the one end

But look at them now

They just don’t know how

To go back to the beginning again

(Groves and Oppenheimer together)

In the beginning

I was the true one

You were the innocent child

In the beginning, yes in the beginning

You were the innocent child

Oppenheimer

I’m no longer who I used to be

Everything haunts me

I’ve bargained away my soul

Groves

Now you sound

Like a repentant man

Talking and crying and crying

Now you sound

Like a truculent child

You really can be annoying

Oppenheimer

Repent, I repent

But is that enough?

If I turn to God

If I call his name

Will he will forgive me

With his burning flame?

Groves

Repentance is for sinners

In the shadows of the church

When they find that God has left them in the lurch

0ppenheimer

Leave me alone

Groves

Do you want to sing –is that it?

If you like I’ll sing with you

And then we’ll go home

What do you do with an atomic bomb

An atomic bomb

What do you do with an atomic bomb

But drop it on your friends!

Oppenheimer

Now you are mocking the dead

Groves

You or the dead –what’s the difference?

Oppenheimer

The dead have no memory

But I do, I do, I do

Groves

No doctor, it’s not memory that troubles you but guilt

For the terribly beautiful world you have built

Oppenheimer

You are twisting, twisting words again

Groves

On the contrary,

I’m using words with perfect clarity.

I always did and I always will –

Except of course when other methods are called for

Oppenheimer

Get thee behind me Satan!

Groves

(laughing)

More quotations and high citations

You like exalted company.

That’s how you see yourself –

One of the blessed and by far the best

But you belong to the damned.

Oppenheimer

Great mother call me

Great mother call me home

Groves

And did I defile you

Or did I open a door for you to walk through

To all that you wanted to do?

Oppenheimer

I despise you

Do you hear that-

I despise you

Groves

That’s better. That’s more like it.

I understand hate.

I’m glad to see that for all your affectations

You understand the basic human passions

Oppenheimer

I should never have listened to you

If only I hadn’t listened to you

Too late I came to realise

That was you offered was a lie-

I shouldn’t have listened to you

Groves

But you did and do you know why?

I gave you what you wanted

I said nothing that you didn’t want to hear

I gave you your hope and I gave you your fear

I opened no door you did not want to walk through

And the one who walked through it was you

Oppenheimer

It’s that simple for you

Well it’s not for me.

It never was and it never will be.

The dead call out to me and I cannot sleep.

They call out in my dreams and I cannot sleep

In dream-time or day-time the words are the same

The dead burden all of my dreams

Chorus

Dream-time, dream-time,

Words call out in the dark

Dream-time, dream-time

The flame begins with a spark

The spark it springs

It springs to life

The words give form

To horror and strife

Dream-time, dream time

Who sings a lullaby?

Dream-time

Dream-time, dream-time

The words take off with a spark

Dream-time, dream-time

The flame it lights up the dark

The dark is deep and unknowing

There in the dark you’re alone

The dark is deep and is sowing

A blazing, fiery flame

Dream-time

Dream-time-

Dream-time

Groves

Now you are being emotional.

That’s so unlike a scientific way of thinking

When everything is conditional

On how the ship is sinking

Oppenheimer

What we did was more than science

What we did was a great crime

What we did was more than science

We brought an end to time

Groves

But I committed no action

That I need to fear

The up’s and down’s and the in’s and out’s

Was a game of pure numbers

In which we had the clout

Maybe you think you are guilty

Maybe you think your insane

But let me tell you

That I really know you

And that you would do it again

Oppenheimer

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Innocent, I’m innocent

The shadows call my name.

There in the dark

There in the dark they are waiting

I am alone

The midnight bell is ringing.

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Innocent, I’m innocent,

Great mother call me home.

Groves

More repentance-what’s next –

Prayers and confession

And some more sacred texts?

Chorus

Dream-time, dream-time,

Words call out in the dark

Dream-time, dream-time

The flame begins with a spark

The spark it springs

It springs to life

The words give form

To horror and strife

Dream-time, dream time

Who sings a lullaby

Dream-time

Oppenheimer

My mind is uneasy

I doubt and I doubt.

Yet you should be worried

About what we did

And pity the cries

Of the dead

Groves

O no my good doctor

I’m not uneasy

At what we set alight

And what I did was right

You have become what you wanted to be

Don’t deny that to me

Oppenheimer

No! it’s not like that!

At first maybe, perhaps, I don’t know

Nothing but darkness, ice, rain and snow

Groves

No you can’t deny it

You can’t escape the fact

That you wanted to be the one

Who’d turn the world black.

I’m not the jigsaw man

You are that one

Wanting all the pieces in one place

And leading your knights on a new crusade

Which is what you did

And how do you like the new world-

You are Mister death!

And how do you like your new world-

And the bomb’s aftermath?

Oppenheimer

I’m not Mister Death I’m not

Groves

Yes you are the jigsaw man

The jigsaw man

Yes you are the jigsaw man

And the world goes up in flames

Oppenheimer

Innocent, I’m innocent

Then why do the shadows haunt me?

Groves

Innocence is for lily-white fish

To build the bomb was you secret wish

Oppenheimer

No! it wasn’t like that!

Groves

Of course it was, of course it was

It was no other way.

Of course it was, of course it was

The game that you wanted to play

Your vanity

Made you listen to me

And all the pieces fell

Into the place you assigned to them

And the world fell into hell

What do you do with an atomic bomb

An atomic bomb

What do you do with an atomic bomb

But drop it on your friends!

Chorus and Groves

What do you do with an atomic bomb

An atomic bomb

What do you do with an atomic bomb

But drop it on your friends!

What a lovely war this is

What a lovely day

We dropped a little bomb yesterday

And another one‘s on the way

What do you do with an atomic bomb

An atomic bomb

What do you do with an atomic bomb

But drop it on your friends!

Oppenheimer

No! Leave me alone

Voices torture me and I know no rest

Leave me alone

It is the words I detest

Chorus

The jigsaw man

He stands alone

The jigsaw man

Is made of tears

He stands and cries

Into the night

He is alone

With all his fears

There in the dark

They are waiting

There in the dark

The deepest dark

The dead are mournfully wailing

I cry for him

He cries alone

He heart has turned

To blackest stone

The night is long

And dark is deep

The jigsaw man

Can find no sleep

There in the dark

They are waiting

There in the dark

The voices that are wailing

Oppenheimer

We crossed the borderlands

The world has changed

And death has entered into life

We changed the world

And darkened light

Groves

Of course we did-

That was the idea!

We changed the world

With a new panacea

Oppenheimer

We should never have done so

We should have left it alone

Ignorance is better

Than what we now know

Groves

You should learn to appreciate

What we did before its too late

Oppenheimer

That’s not what I wanted

Groves

What do you want –

a world without consequence?

Oppenheimer

I’m haunted by the world

We have made

Groves

But you made it.

You gave it shape.

You gave it its name

And its glorious fame

Oppenheimer

Did I? Did I?

Groves

Of course you did

Oppenheimer

I didn’t know it would be like this

Groves

What did you expect?

Some lover’s kiss?

Oppenheimer

I’m not sure. A world…a world

Groves

You were child playing with a new toy

Oppenheimer

Perhaps, but I gave up everything for that toy

Groves

You did?

Oppenheimer

You know what it cost me

Groves

It was a price you were willing to pay

Oppenheimer

Evening, evening, evening

This is the last of the world

Evening, evening, evening

Into the shadows I go

Groves

I also know a song

Mary, Mary, quiet contrary

Show us a bit of your leg!

(He laughs)

Now there’s a song fit for a martyr!

Oppenheimer

You belittle everything

You make everything small

You believe in nothing at all

Groves

(laughing)

What do I believe?

This is what I believe my boys

This is what I believe.

You can do anything you like

You can do what you please

I believe in the bomb we built

I believe in science up to the hilt

If we hit bottom we’re saved by the silt

That’s what I believe

I believe in the impossible things

I believe in you

I believe in the bell that rings

And put everything to its use.

I believe in the case you have made

For the damned, but not for the saved

I believe we had a close shave

That’s what I believe

Chorus

This is what I believe my boys

This is what I believe

You can do anything you like

You can do as you please.

I believe in the biggest bomb

And everything that goes off with a bomb

I believe in me

This is what I believe.

Oppenheimer

Leave me, leave me

Your talk wearies me

Groves

Alone in the night is a terrible thing

Alone in the night and what it can bring

Is really not good for you

So doctor, doctor-

Oppenheimer

But you are to blame!

Groves

But there is no blame

We had a job to do and we did it.

Mission accomplished.

Simple as that

Don’t go crying after the fact

Oppenheimer

No it’s not as simple as that.

The dead-

Groves

Are dead.

Nothing that you or I can do about it now

Oppenheimer

But they call out to me.

They call out and will not let me rest

Dream-time or day-time

I don’t know which is worst

Groves

The dead can’t call out to anyone.

They can’t scream or shout

Oppenheimer

They call out to me!

Groves

That’s not what I see

Oppenheimer

No, the dead are real.

You don’t see them but I do.

They torture me –not you

Groves

You’re beginning to see

Some Greek tragedy

In all that we did and accomplished

But there’s no fatal flaw

For all that we saw

And for all we abolished

I put your gifts

To a better use

Than you could have ever planed

And so you see

What I want you to see

And the result was just grand

It’s all in the jigsaw for you to see

Any fool can see that

It’s all in the jigsaw and what do you see

And two cities went out with a splat

Chorus

Tick-tock, tick-tock

Deep is the dark

Dark is the night

Shadows they draw near

The clock slowly moves

The clock ticks away

The minutes that are waiting

Clear sky and sunlight

The dawn it has come

Clear sky and our world is clean

But in the distance

The distance and nearing

The humming of an engine

Tick tock, tick tock

Slowly we rise

Slowly we move

Towards the days appointment

Children they run

Parents they chide

And love it is the ointment

Healing the wound

On the scared child’s forearm

Healing the lovers abounding

Healing the scars

Of a terrible war

And the clock is slowly counting

Tick, tock, tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock

Deep is the dark

Darkness and dark

The sun has come to earth

A mushroom cloud

Rises above

The woven shroud of death

Oppenheimer

If only you could understand

Groves

But I do –I do understand

Oppenheimer

So I’m the jigsaw man?

Groves

Who else?

Oppenheimer

But don’t you hear them?

Groves

Hear who or what or where or when?

Oppenheimer

The dead –they are singing

Groves

I hear nothing.

Not even the silence of the wind.

Nothing. Nothing

Oppenheimer

Listen. Listen. They are singing

Father, Father, there in the dark

The world is very is cold

Mother, Mother, there in the dark

In the ice and rain and snow

Groves

A pretty song –but it has no meaning

I only fear the living

Oppenheimer

Don’t laugh.

Even the silence can condemn us

Groves

But there is only one condemnation

For this or any nation

That is the bomb –and we have it!

Oppenheimer

I saw that light, that terrible light

The one that broke the traditional moulds

I thought

“I am become death, the destroyer of worlds”.

Groves

Again your quotations

And high citations

Voices in you brain

That you listen to

It’s only your guilt

That you listen to

It’s only your guilt

Telling you what to do

Oppenheimer

I altered the world. I took away

Our innocence and the possibility of beauty.

Groves

Innocence? Beauty?

Do you still believe?

Are you crying for what cannot be?

Oppenheimer

I try to but my memories won’t let me.

Groves

Voices on the wind

And what are they telling you now?

Oppenheimer

They tell me that my innocence is useless.

That I am guilty.

That I always have been and always will be

O there is a island of peace and joy

The land of heart’s delight

There is a land called peace of the world

There it is never night

There the heart is easy and calm

There the heart is assured

There the world comes to no harm

And there all things are cured

The waters flow

The seasons change

The sun it shines again

The cloud they roll

Across the sky

And there is no pain

O there is a land, a promised land

Of calm and beauty and ease

I’ll give my heart to that cherished place

And lay me down to sleep

Chorus

O cherished land, o flaming vale

Your peace brings on the dawn

O fire of light, my chariot

The world goes on and on

There no darkness hides the sun

There no words are false

There is peace in the heart that now seeks

The peace that once was

O cherished land, o flaming vale

Your peace brings on the dawn

O fire of light, my chariot

The bow is fully drawn.