1. |
Gypsy Dogs
05:31
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GYPSY DOG
We rose up from the wreckage
We moved like gypsy dogs
We’re hunting for something we
can call home
We wrote the writing on the wall
We scraped the barrel dry
We forged the wrenches for
monkeys to throw
MOUSTACHIO
We lost ourselves in the city
We turned away from the crowd
We plunged through the nighttime
horny and stoned
The dust was dry as acid
The nights were smooth as skin
We heard our hearts pound through
the din
Whatever we say, whatever we
sing
You’ll catch the drift in our eyes
You may not buy it, our one last
ditch bid
But we’ll see you all in the end
GYPSY DOG
We rose up from the wreckage
We moved like gypsy dogs
We’re hunting for something we
can call home
The swirling dust cloaks the scene
and parts again, revealing a
Greeters Station. Grizzled gatekeepers
welcome (and occasionally
offer spankings to) a long line of
dusty pilgrims, most of whom have
driven hundreds of miles to the
festival.
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2. |
The Hat Speaks
01:22
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THE HAT SPEAKS
BULLDADA
Very rousing, very carnivalesque.
But if you think a party in the
desert is going to assuage your
cosmic homesickness you’ve been
hitting the kool-aid a little hard.
STETSON
It’s not a cult or a carnival. The
spectacle is not a substitute for
experience.
BULLDADA
Hey Mr. Festival Founder, haven’t I
seen you on YouTube?
STETSON
When we stop consuming we
create. And a living culture is born.
BULLDADA
Are you trying to tell me that
throwing some kind of Mad Max
sock-hop in a dustbowl is gonna
fix our wounded society? You gotta
be in a zip lock cult to believe
that shit.
STETSON
What else you gonna believe? The
world around us is falling apart.
This is a chance, a shot. We’re
running out of time. So burning a
man isn’t such a bad plan.
Adversity brings us together. We
have to build on the visions we
dream. When we burn the old we
can forge a new reality.
[Are those printed tickets the
greeters are collecting? What
rights and responsibilities do they
enshrine? Only a lawyer would
bother reading them.]
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WELCOME HOME
(TRANSMUTATION
ZONE)
DARKO
This is a transmutation zone
You never know what lies in store
I hope you have prepared yourself
To give and take and give some
more
This is a transmutation zone
Come on!
There’s no spectators in this show
We’re all diving in the deep end
here
Leave no trace when you leave
this place
And hydrate till your piss is clear
SPRITE and DARKO
I hope you have prepared yourself
Hit all the malls along the highway
Got sunscreen shades and bicycles
Got condoms, tarps and cans of
beans
This is a transmutation zone
Come on!
GREETERS
Have a little revel, work, revel and
greet, work, revel and drink, fuck
around, greet greet...
[A bullhorn-wielding bunny
appears, taunting the man they call
Stetson, the cofounder of the desert
festival.]
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4. |
The Ticket
01:21
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TICKET
LAWYERS
You agree to abide by the following
rules: All vehicles entering and
exiting the gates are subject
to search by the gate staff. You
agree to follow all federal, state,
reservation and county laws.
Commercial vending, drugs,
alcohol, M-80s, fireworks and
rockets, and all other explosives,
prohibited. And by using this ticket
you voluntarily assume the risk of
serious injury or death. That’s right,
we said death.
[Two pilgrims hope out of a dusty
SUV. Definitely newbies.]
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5. |
Tranmutation Zone #2
01:27
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6. |
Everyone Gets
02:20
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JANET
It took two years for my friend to
convince me
I needed to be here
With my child gone and husband
run off
After seven long years he ran
My friend thought it would heal me,
release me
Renew me, reveal me
“Embrace the change” she said
Then she flaked
SPRITE and JANET
Cornflaked and snowflaked
And mandrake and rattlesnake
Heartache and jailbreak
But don’t cry for my sake
‘Cause everyone aches and sighs
And everyone flakes and lies
Eventually everyone waits
And gets what they want
Well gets what they need
Everyone gets what they need
The three newbies wander toward
a large Central Camp full of
Burners. To one side, grinning
freaks in bright furry clothes lie
in a puppy pile. Call them E-tards.
On the other side stands a group of
snarling, leather-clad handy-babes.
Call them Stomp Grrlz. They are
cooler than you.
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7. |
Beautiful Freaks
01:23
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BUD
Look at that camp in distance
It’s like a city of tarps, holy fuck!
We’re like American gypsies
Look at these beautiful freaks,
I want a piece of it
Nothing grows here
But dreams and desires
It’s time to party
BROOK
So that’s why we came
To fry our brains in the sun?
So you could ogle the babes
Is that what you call fun?
Are these folks really that free
Or are they just running away?
Why the fuck am I here anyway?
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8. |
Burn It Up
04:33
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[snarling, leather-clad handy-babes.
Call them Stomp Grrlz. They are
cooler than you.]
BROOK
Who are these people?
What do they seek?
Who are they kidding?
Is this relief?
BURNERS
I’m pissed and half insane
And I’m goin’ down the drain
I feel lost and stuck between
The camera and the TV screen
Want to sink into the wonder
Not this debt I’m buried under
Let’s get high so we can find
The Coney Island of the mind
E-TARDZ
Want to build and not to bury
All the dreams that I still carry
STOMP GRRLZ
Just want to fuck and drink some
beer
And party beyond hope and fear
BULLDADA
Don’t trust hippies or the punks
Aw fuck it all...our ship is sunk
BURNERS
Burn it up and burn it down
Bless yourselves with ashes
Let it burn
Ashes ashes comin’ down
Dust is only dust
So let it burn
Who are these people
What do they seek
Who are they kidding
Is this relief?
We got food and drugs and shelter
We got gear for nasty weather
We got tiki lights and toys
We got decadence and joy
We got devils in our closets
We got no one here to stop us
We got plenty of confusion
We got paranoid delusions
But never mind, we don’t really
care
We’ll torch it anyway
You know that even junk will burn
And keep the dark at bay
And warm us through the night
And gather everyone
Into the fire of change
Burn it up and burn it down
Bless yourselves with ashes
Let it burn
Ashes ashes comin’ down
Dust is only dust
So let it burn
The dust returns, but much fiercer
now. Eyeballs grow useless,
particulate matter invades nostrils,
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9. |
Polyliscious Intro
02:05
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10. |
Dr. Volcano
03:25
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Dr. Vulcano
You’re making me feel real gone-Oh God
You make me want to bang on steel
You steam punk,
Victorian laced man-hunk
You make me wanna boil up steam
And scream and snarl like a gutter punk
Damn! I’m turned on when you weld your junk, Vul-cano,
Bang me like a hammer, Vulcano
Ring me like a bell, Vulcano
Shake me like a magic eight ball
Your ass is tighter than Andy Warhol, yes,
Oh yes Vulcano.
Vulcano! You’re so aloof
You makes my blood go through the roof
So strong and silent
Makes me want to get violent
Because you’re sexy
So damn sexy
You make me go ooh ooh
Cause of what you do oh
You make me go ooh ooh
Just what you do ooh
Did you hear? Did you hear?
His Pandemonium runs on sewage and beer
It may look like crap but its art just the same
If you miss it go off you’re totally lame.
Did you hear? Did you hear?
He’s gonna top the thing he did last year
When he shot those rockets off from his desert machine
That looked like Nemo’s submarine--
The most psychotic thing I’ve ever seen.
(hitting his thumb) Ow! Shit.
Vulcano! When you make wonders
You make me wonder
Who you are inside
You’re so dreamy, steamy,
Gonna blow our minds tonight, our minds tonight.
Vulcano! You don’t want to hook up with that bitch
I’ll be the one to flip your switch.
Well, I’ll ignite your propane.
Gonna tie down your shade.
Cause love is not born its made.
Dr. Vulcano, You make me feel so gone-Oh God
You make me want to bang on steel
You steam punk,
Victorian laced manhunk
You make me wanna boil up steam
And scream and snarl like a gutter punk
Damn!
I’m turned on when you weld your junk, Vul-cano,
Bang me like a hammer, Vulcano
Ring me like a bell, Vulcano
Shake me like a magic eight ball
Your ass is tighter than Andy Warhol, yes,
Oh yes Vulcano.
I can’t believe how far he’s flown
On hot air, trash, and testosterone
Sure his machine is a hit
But my Gizmo is cool as shit!
But cool aint free
In an attention economy
I’m scraping the barrel dry
I try to score but I can’t get past try.
“Calm is Strife (Elemental Trial1)”
The time has come to stir the pot
And split what is from what is not.
Strife is calm, and calm is strife
A storm of dust can change your life.
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11. |
Geekbird's Lament
00:36
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12. |
Elemental Trial #1 Wind
00:52
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13. |
Strange Weather
03:08
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[The dust returns, but much fiercer
now. Eyeballs grow useless,
particulate matter invades nostrils,
and half-built tents are blown
apart. It may be a metaphor, or
a premonition.]
WIND DIVA
Strange weather
Hangs overhead
Hot dust or hard rain
Blows from empty skies
Is it the shift or a shattering
What will it bring?
In the harsh light of dawn
In the bluster of the long hot day
Strange weather, strange weather
Strange weather
Hangs overhead
Dust storm, it falls fast
Blows from empty skies
Is it a call to arms
Or just a fling down history’s
Spiral stairs?
I wonder what will it bring
What we did here
In the long, hot day
Strange weather, strange weather
[The newbies are not happy. They
are learning that there is no hiding
from the dust we are.]
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14. |
So That's Why We Came?
00:37
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SO THAT’S WHY WE CAME
BROOK
So that’s why we came?
To fill our lungs up with dirt
To dick around with our tents
Are you really that dumb?
And who the hell thinks it’s fun
To camp in Nothing anyway?
BUD
I don’t know why they put on
the party in this godforsaken
place anyway
[Bud’s random query sparks a
cosmic flashback that sucks you
and everyone else through a
wormhole in space-time back to
Baker Beach, San Francisco.
Stetson and his pal Moustachio are
pounding together a wooden man.]
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15. |
Baker Beach
01:21
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BAKER BEACH
STETSON
The sea is calm tonight
The western sun has sunk
The foghorns blow, I don’t know
Where is the sweet sound to be
heard
Where is the pivot that moves the
world?
The foghorns blow...
I don’t know
[The two friends light the figure. A
crowd gathers. Everyone tells their
own story (like always).]
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16. |
Misinterpretation Mashup
02:33
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MISINTERPRETATION MASHUP
BEACH BURNERS
It’s performance art, man
But he’s taken it to the beach
Like a hobo hootenanny, right on
dude!
He’s burning away his karma
It’s a post-punk, post-industrial,
post-ironic immolation celebration
Tongue and cheek? Hmmmm...
This is fucking awesome! Anyone
got any beer?
Burn it down, burn it down
Burn the sucker to the ground!
A bunch of hippies, just a bunch
of hippies
Don’t you know the Sixties came
and went? Let it go
This is too weird, I don’t belong
Let’s get out of here
He’s a jilted lover, desperately
trying to build community in an age
of isolation
It’s fairly obvious
Ancient yagna, healing fire
Flaming one, source of life
A ritual, a flame of magic
A call to all the Pagans and
Wiccans to converge
Burn the man!
Burn the man!
[Time passes, in the artificially sped up
manner of dreams or movies.
It is a few years later, and another
man is ready to burn on the beach.]
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17. |
The Pyre
01:51
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THE PYRE
BEACH BURNERS
Rubber tires and Christmas trees
Mannequins and kerosene
Safety nets, tubs of grease
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Let it burn
Ashes, ashes, dust to dust
Flaming god of love and lust
Melting crust, yes we must
Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it
Burn it up and burn it down
Bless yourself with ashes, let it
burn
Ashes, ashes, coming down
Dust is only dust so let it burn
SCARECROW MAN
Ah-ah-ah...
[Officer Friendly breaks up the
proceedings. Frustration reigns.]
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18. |
A Fine Line
00:31
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FINE LINE
ELEMENTALS
This may be the moment you’ve
been waiting for
This mess is really lame
But awesome just the same
From here on you’ve had a vision
There’s a fine line
Between fucking up and a mission
[A glint appears in
Moustachio’s eye.]
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19. |
I Know A Place
04:17
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I KNOW A PLACE
MOUSTACHIO
I know a place
A long gone ancient lake
Far beyond the mountains
On the edge of the law
Empty and cracked
A mirror of the sky
Where monster trucks rage
And rocket cars break the bounds of sound
Beyond the pale
Beyond the law
Beyond the world
Beyond the pale
An alkali void
(What good’s a void if you
can’t fill it up?)
An empty mirror
(We like to see ourselves
in broken glass)
A blank canvas
(So we can paint the
town a devilish red)
A blazing waste
(And wasted we will be)
I know a place
(Where you don’t have
to worry)
Ain’t nobody gonna kick you off
(Never have to worry)
They won’t even know we’re there
(Anarchy is honest)
Cacophony is gonna eat this up
(Pass the ammunition)
This is where we’re gonna break
on through
I know a place
(Burn it up and burn
it down)
I know a place
[Like all trips (and dust storms)
the flashback ends. The sun begins
to set behind the mountains and
the whole city starts barking
like wolves. The newbies are
unprepared for the evening. But
flamboyant reinforcements arrive.]
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20. |
Crossing the Line
01:41
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INSIDE OUT
JEAN/GENIE and GAZEBO
MANGO FANDANGO
It used to be a desert out here
A low rent look of khaki
Denim and scruff
But then the drag queens came
And fabulosity reigned
Feather boas and parasols
Lingerie and stilettos
Rubber thongs and vermilion lace
Perversion and grace
Leopard stockings and Chinese
robes
A menagerie of cheap shades
Bones in your nose
You know anything goes out here
Anything goes out here
Purple pudenda and dangling dongs
Hippie dippy beads and
formal gowns
Thigh high boots and fairy wings
Playboy robes and vinyl skirts
So short they lift on their own
Red hot panties on Santa Claus
A strap-on for Jesus H. Christ
Accessories for the body and mind
So the body won’t mind you at all
Accessories for the body and mind
So the body won’t mind you at all
Every man and woman
Every guy and girl
And tranny and tomboy
And oldster running wild
Is a blinky blinky star
Strutting out on this dusty stage
Shining out from this dusty stage
Inside is out, outside is in
The costume that you wear
Is your marvelous, ridiculous,
maniacal, lascivious, ostentatious
dreamtime skin
A romper room of mystics out here
Aliens, angels, and beasts
Devils and gods
Halloween for the horny and high
And fabulously hot
Porn clowns and bunny boys
Pirates, vampires, cupcakes
From the heights of freakiness
You have reached into the breach
You as you never have been
Cause you’ll never really know who
you really are
Til you manifest your avatar
Every man and woman
Every guy and girl
And tranny and tomboy
And oldster running wild
Is a blinky blinky star
Shining out in this dusty void
Calling out from this dusty void
Inside is out, outside is in
The costume that you wear
Is your marvelous, ridiculous,
maniacal, lascivious, ostentatious
dreamtime skin
[This tent looks fun, let’s check
it out...]
dongs
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23. |
Poison Path
06:30
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THE POISON PATH
SHAMONICA
When I was an innocent child
Mama done told me, warned me
about the ways of sin
Mama would scold me for being
wild
And tell me to take my medicine
Which I did
They say that Eve ate the apple
Cause the serpent seduced her
with his lies
They say the fruit was forbidden
And by eating the fruit she would die
We would all die
But what if Eve were the first one
to dare?
And what if the snake were the
bringer of light?
And what if the fruit just opened
her eyes, all three of her eyes?
Put that in your peace pipe and
light it light it light it on up
What if the world is a vision
A dream from beginning to end
Why not shake the dust, the veils
from your eyes
And make poisons and demons
your friends?
A morning cup of joe
The tiny line of blow
A hit or two, you know
Intensifies the show
A long time ago
In the Hollywood hills
They swallowed the crystal
light
They spiked the punch
They drove the bus
Into the center of your
mind
The poison path
The shaman’s brew
The witch’s stew
Pandora’s box in a bowl
Straight to your mind
Let me know what you find
On the other side of the
looking glass
Eat me, drink me, gorge on
my psychedelic life force
They say that your brain is a filter
They say your nerves are
technology
So, baby, why not press all the
buttons
Punch in all the codes, do the
math, the science
Pull the switch, turn on the lights
Oh the places you’ll go
The things you will think
The creatures you’ll meet
Oh the potions you’ll drink
When you take the poison path
[Thoroughly confused, the newbies
have no choice but to hop on to
the nearest art car. The vehicle
resembles an enormous yellow
duck festooned with condoms.
(Get it? A rubber ducky!!! Har-deehar-
har...)]
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24. |
Far Tonight
07:06
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FAR TONIGHT (THE ESPLANADE SONG)
CANDYFLIP
We’re gonna go far tonight
Gonna guzzle it down tonight
There’s so much to do and so
many ways to do it
It’s like chasing a star through
the sky
Or distracting yourself with
distraction
If you keep your eyes open and
blazing you’ll see
The footwork of synchronicity
This is the city you’ve heard about
The neon nitty gritty
And the freaks are out
A great big blinky town
A labyrinth of clowns
For your amusement and
amazement
Stimulation and engagement
Remember you’re the
entertainment too
Here’s to the death march of fun!
BUD
We’re gonna rage hard tonight
We’re gonna party past morning light
I’ll be the mack
Cause they’ll know where I’m at,
that’s right
With my sweet furry cowboy hat
And the whiskey in my camel pack
Not to mention I already
dropped LSD
This’ll be so damn rad for me
BROOK
This might be nothing but smoke
and mirrors
Or society’s grinding gears
Loneliness is not an excuse for
Vegas
And everyone’s in their own world
Running round like a lost boy or girl
There are so many losers with
stupid to burn
I wonder if I will get my turn
JANET
Don’t know where we are tonight
I don’t even know if it’s right
I’ve seen some strange things
Cabbages and kings
And I’d like to be thirty feet tall
Bouncing round like a gelatin ball
Maybe go until I hit a mountain
or wall
I don’t know how I just thought
that at all
CANDYFLIP
We could kick some ass in the
Thunderdome
We could spank some ass in a
smut shack
We could move our ass to a dance
machine
We could wipe our ass in a shit
shack
We could genuflect before
Megavolt
Or chase down my DJ
We could meditate on the cosmic
design
Of some LEDs in the clay
We could remember our dead
In the temple instead
Or get lost along the way
And if we get bored, never fear
We can always piss and moan in
our beer
And remember how very much
better it was
To be pissing and moaning last
year
Here’s to the city you’ve heard
about
The neon nitty gritty
And the freaks are out
A great big blinky town
A labyrinth of clowns
For your amusement and
amazement
Stimulation and engagement
Remember you’re the
entertainment too
Here’s to the death march of fun!
[The art car deposits the newbies
at a colorful cabaret in the outer
playa, dubbed The Alchemical Dependence.
MC Phoenix has taken the stage.]
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26. |
Alchemical Dependence
02:32
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27. |
Transformation
02:48
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28. |
They Don't See Me
07:20
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DON’T SEE ME
JANET
Its so ticky tacky
The keyboards clacking
The 60 hertz hum of the humdrum
drone
I’m all alone in a cubicle
contraption
A node in a net reeling me in
Is it a sin to seek salvation
In the smallest words sung to
the air?
Cause there’s more to me than all
of them
So much more to feel
But they don’t see me
No they don’t see me
The screen is a dream distorted
Data desire deferred
I realize and I fantasize
About finding my voice in a storm
Not captured on disc
Not hotlinked or twittered
But screaming raw in the howling
wind
Its not a sin to seek salvation
In the loudest words sung to the air
A heart so large
Cause there’s more to me than all
of them
So much more to feel
But they don’t see me
No they don’t see me
[The next performer is the dreadheaded
Antimony, just back from
the Amazon. There is a peacock
feather in her fedora.]
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29. |
The End of the Line
05:34
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THE END OF THE LINE
ANTIMONY
The spiral dance is a twisted strand
Double trouble DNA band
The corkscrew unwinds
Grapes of the vine
The sparkling wine of your spine
Uncorked, uncoiled
A ladder ascending
Stitching and mending
The ties that bind
The code of creation
Programming us all for major
mutation
The end of the cycle
The archangel Michael
Is splicing us all with his blade
But don’t be afraid
Remixed and remade
We will dance to the beat of the
final parade
We will dance to the beat of the
endless parade
Spring forward, fall back
Turning and turning
The widening groove
Makes me want to move
I really want to move
Outta this game they make us play
The Babylon scam that continues
to lay
Waste to the spaceship earth we
ride
Galaxy class, energy-mass
Woven together in time
A moment of grace
The clock is losing its face
Gotta replace the calendar pages
With the spell of Mayan mages
The spinning wheels of ancient
ages
And the days of the sages of old
Spring forward, fall back
The timebomb is ticking
The serpent recoils
Chasing its tail through the tree
of life
The endless strife
That we bring on and on and on
And on and on and on
Last stop Kali Yuga
Twenty-twelve seconds to go
Last stop Kali Yuga
Twenty-twelve seconds to go
The end of the line, there’s no
more time
To not do what you will
So stop making deals
Live in the world that you want to
be real
[During Antimony’s prophecy,
Bud, high as a kite, follows a
fetching young thing out of the tent
(will-o’-the-wisp!). Alone, Brook
meets Antimony, who melts her
resistances. From out of nowhere, a
vibrant parade of feral fashionistas
descends, magically transforming
the grumpy Brook into an
empowered avatar of herself.
Outside is in.]
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30. |
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ANTIMONY
You just take off your armor
And shed your skin
Indulge your fairy tale urge
Let yourself merge
With the wild masquerade
Of the spirit parade
Fantasia of glitter and shade
THE SEED OF ME
BROOK
I stuck myself in a mirror
Rejecting the world outside
Now it’s come vivid and clear
That world I turned off
Was the seed of me
The man that I thought was mine
Is a small boy lost on his own
The girl that I thought was me
Is just the mask I wear
ANTIMONY and BROOK
Every man and woman
Every guy and girl
And tranny and tomboy
And oldster running wild
Is a blinky blinky star
Shining out from this dusty void
Calling out from this dusty void
Inside is out
Outside is in
The costume that you wear
Is your marvelous, ridiculous,
maniacal, lascivious, ostentatious
dreamtime skin
[As Antimony and Brook cavort, a
middle-aged photographer sticks
his camera close to Brook’s now
naked breasts and takes a shot.
Smooth move buddy.]
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31. |
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MALE GAZE
BROOK
Why are you trying to capture my body?
Why do you need to steal my face?
I am not here to feed your fantasies
Your hunger for something to make you feel real
I am not a picture to mount on your wall
I am not an image to mount in your mind
The whole world is your playground
But we’re not just toys in a game
What you’re trying to capture escapes you
The moment you look through the lens
I don’t want to be real for you
And I don’t want to be fake
What do you want from me?
PHOTOGRAPHER
For guys like me a glimpse of you
Is a lifeline in a labyrinth
To take a slice of your light
Is a taste from the table
Where truth and beauty break bread
[Meanwhile, Bud wanders alone
in deep playa, swallowed up in a
psychedelic spin cycle. Who knew
the void had a voice, or that it used
a bull-horn?]
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32. |
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33. |
Firenight
02:56
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Flaming one, source of life
Wait a minute, I can blow it out.
Anybody see a fire truck?
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34. |
Party's Over
03:25
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35. |
The Clash
06:25
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36. |
Glowing City
01:21
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37. |
The Dawn
03:56
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38. |
Just a Man
02:55
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39. |
Partner Swap
05:10
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40. |
Synchronicicity
04:54
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41. |
Curtain Call
03:59
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