Odes to Joy

Odes on Tender Specie(s) Vol I: Bright Coin · Track 15 · middle

Spice Must Flow

Melange. The most valuable substance in Dune's universe — extends life, enables interstellar navigation, found only on Arrakis. The spice IS the currency, the addiction, the war, the prophecy, the Bene Gesserit's secret.

Lyrics

[Intro]
They say there is a planet.
They say it is all desert.
And on the wind, a scent like cinnamon.
On the planet Arrakis, called Dune.
The most valuable substance in the universe.
Not a metal, not a gem.
Just a dust.

[Verse 1]
They call it melange.
A geriatric spice.
It stops time in your cells.
It stains your eyes.
The blue-within-blue Eyes of Ibad.
The proof you've been to the desert.
The proof you can never leave.
It expands consciousness.
Lets you see the paths of the future.
A terrible, beautiful gift.
The addiction is total.
The withdrawal is death.

[Chorus]
The Spacing Guild demands it.
The Emperor commands it.
The Great Houses wage war for it.
The Bene Gesserit scheme for it.
The bankers measure all wealth against it.
A single briefcase full could buy a planet.
The spice must flow.

[Verse 2]
It comes from the deep sand.
A pre-spice mass, a fungal bloom.
The little makers, the sandtrout, seal the water.
Then the pressure builds, a deep-desert chemistry.
A spice blow erupts.
And the great worms come.
Shai-Hulud, Old Man of the Desert.
They guard it. They make it. They are it.
The harvesters crawl, great factory machines.
Scooping the cinnamon dust.
Listening for wormsign.
Ready to flee.

[Chorus]
The Spacing Guild demands it.
The Emperor commands it.
House Harkonnen bled it.
House Atreides bled for it.
The bankers measure all wealth against it.
A single briefcase full could buy a planet.
The spice must flow.

[Bridge]
In the belly of a Heighliner, a Navigator floats in a tank of orange gas.
His body is no longer human.
But his mind, saturated with spice, can see the safe path between stars.
He folds space.
Without him, the Imperium is just a collection of lonely worlds.
A Reverend Mother drinks the Water of Life, the poison of a drowned worm.
She survives the agony.
And unlocks the memories of every ancestor in her line.
All from a grain of dust.
All from a planet of sand.

[Outro]
He who controls the spice, controls the universe.
The Baron knew.
Muad'Dib knew.
It is the currency of prophecy.
The debt paid in visions.
The market for the soul.
Cinnamon.
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