1. |
In the Trees
10:27
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Ophunji regards Scambot as he sits captive in the underwater music lab, and prepares to fill his brain with more anti-Campland propaganda.
Wrangthorn, galaxies away, looks upon Ophunji and Scambot, speaks some strange incantations, and sends them through the wall flying towards DaDunDa, tied together with a red velvet sash.
Ophunji is troubled by this situation. He's tweaked no dials to send himself flying. He suspects that he is being manipulated, just as surely as he's been manipulating Scambot (who is also troubled to find himself suddenly flying and flapping and tied to Ophunji).
Kootch is in his little bunk on the Quiet Children's yacht, trying to get some sleep. Not working: between his seasickness and his self-loathing, he keeps crying and/or throwing up.
SCAMBOT, OPHUNJI and KOOTCH:
The flucking madness of life
Singing alone in the trees
Dodging the hornets and bees
Govin is happy to be flying and free. He remembers a melody that a critter once sang to him via telepathy.
GOVIN:
What can I do with this little car tune
Offered to me by a helpful racoon?
BARNO (looking frantically for some important paperwork he's misplaced):
How can I find everything that I feel, oh
To help the people help me help Ophunji
kneel, oh
BEDELIA (a Quiet Child, steering the QC yacht):
Our cause is a flower blooming
from a tiny seal
MORE QUIET CHILDREN:
And the world will see it grow
They will know what they should
know, oh
BARNO:
I musta put it away, I. musta put it away
I musta locked it in the bank for another
day
MORE QUIET CHILDREN:
Yes the world will see it grow and grow
and, and...
GOD (encouraging Scambot):
What you are
Is a part
Of everything you're doin'
You're a star
We're the car
Grab ahold and vroom
SCAMBOT (to the voices in his head which he has not yet identified as those of God):
Who you are?
I'm a star?
I'm a rag, I'm ruin
OPHUNJI:
I don't know
Where we go-
in' and I feel that I'm not at the wheel
anymore
KOOTCH (loathing himself in his bunk):
All this jerkin' off I been doin'
Has led us down the road to ruin
(I'm sorry, Ian)
The mediocracy boned and leeched
me - woe!
But there's a lesson if I let it teach me
This isn't justice, it's true
This is What Not To Do.
Guitar!
He tries to distract himself with an imaginary guitar solo, but fails as it turns into a brief, twisted ensemble statement.
But every message
In every song and film
And book and sculpture
Or speech or painting
Aura, play or sermon
Or series and skit
Psalm and dance
Zen garden or mosaic in space
Has brought me to this place:
A puking, crying face
GOVIN (still flyin'):
What can I do with this little car tune
Offered to me by the helpful raccoon?
GOD:
Think it in D
Reverently
There's an idea that's appealing to Me
GOVIN:
What will we do when we get to the yacht?
Is what they're needing a thing that
I've got?
GOD:
You know your heart
You know you're strong
You know what's wrong
Simultaneously:
Ophunji and Scambot fly haphazardly;
Govin smoothly cuts through the air currents and grins;
Bedelia navigates through some rough waters, while Kootch gobbles Dramamine and sobs;
Barno rifles frantically through filing cabinet drawers and swears;
and God claps theeir hands and dances, delighted by all of the above as they watch the live stream.
Meanwhile, Corporal Quaigo's men arm themselves for the upcoming battle with The Quiet Children.
QUAIGO'S MEN:
Deadly confrontation is fun to eat
Dehumanization just can't be beat
Self-determination's what we mistreat
Ami is in the bunk above Kootch's, and can't get any sleep for his noisy self-loathing.
AMI:
Knock yer grousin' on the head, boy
Knock it on the head
Leave your nightmares in the bed, boy
KOOTCH:
I'm feeling the strain
I'm a boy in pain
AMI:
Fear don't feel its soul
Near the wolfpack pole,
Sacred dancing clown.
We can take him down!
Break the nutshell crown!
Sing aaaaaaoooooooeeeeeeee -
She hands Kootch a copy of the Bhagavad Gita for inspiration.
Take this!
BARNO (coming across a vital-looking document in the media lab):
What's THAT?
OPHUNJI (startled by a bat, cutting him off in mid-air):
A flucking BAT!
GOD (enjoying the close call with the bat):
Oh joy!
KOOTCH (still awash in self-pity in his bunk):
Poor boy.
CORPORAL QUAIGO (on an aircraft carrier addressing his men):
DEPLOY...Ten hut!
QUAIGO'S MEN (suddenly hit by something from above):
Wait, WHAT?
SURVEILANCE SEAGULLS (soaring above Quaigo's men and bombing them, as they sing the originating location of the offending substance):
Our butt!
THE QUIET CHILDREN (heads touching in a circle on their yacht):
Sing OM...
WHITE-COATED TECHNICIANS (testing a sample of seawater, collected from where Ophunji first captured Scambot):
Black foam?
JIMMY GARRISON, HUGH HOPPER, AND JACO PASTORIUS (arriving back in paradise after a gig in a Mr. Pibb machine in Flagstaff):
We're home.
MS. LORING (shaking her head at the pile of detritus in Ophunji's office, and at the life she's arrived at - serving the whims of this dangerous, oafish nincompoop):
Why me?
WRANGTHORN (quivering with excitement, watching Ophunji and Scambot whoosh through the sky):
Fly free.
SCAMBOT (missing his old cat buddy):
My Chee...
ENTIRE CAST (responding to an unasked, but obvious question):
Why not?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
In an alternate universe...
There is a dim, unfurnished room with billowing white curtains. Outside, shifting colors undulate in the atmosphere.
Blenda Ophunji, Boleous's late mother, walks into the room and sings. Her voice undulates in the atmosphere as well.
BLENDA:
"Later. Much later," they said.
Those were pretty much the last words
I heard, and I'm not sure who said them.
That's when I saw the aliens.
Rolling down the alley at me at a thousand
miles an hour.
"Trying too hard makes you a creep..."
No! It was actually "Effort makes you
a creepo."
(I don't know who said that either...)
Words stream out simultaneously from three unknown voices in various parts of the room: "These are nuts, not...vitamins..." "That's some slammin' perceptivity, Felix..." "Why is it so DARK in here? My name isn't Felix..." Blenda ignores them and continues.
It was one year after the Summer of Love.
My faith was shaken, and shaking more.
All systems and all subjects had failed me.
Spiritually, things were seesawing.
Nothing about any of it was unique.
On I went. Trying, trying.
I felt weird.
But something was happening, and I could
tell it was OK, even with the aliens only a
few inches away.
That part was weird too.
But I really finally could close my eyes,
real tight and look way up hard into
my cranium, feel it and do it for real,
rise up off the ground and relax those
shoulders and breathe deep and over the
city you go.
Meanwhile...
Ophunji and Scambot come in for a rough landing on DaDunDa, both of them bouncing off of trees and things, sustaining various comedy injuries.
Wrangthorn makes himself corporeal and appears before them, revealing himself as Ophunji's evil God/benefactor/puppeteer. He has to help them find the Quiet Children's underground media lab before the QC's yacht arrives.
WRANGTHORN:
Hey man
Your evil God's here, now
Thought it was time to face-to-face
it, now
And sing it like it's a montage from an
'80s teen flick:
Hey man
Your time to shine is now
Don't need no evil God to show you how
Aaaaaahhhhh....
Hey Oaf!
Y'think your life is odd...
OPHUNJI:
I'd rather you not call me that, my God...
WRANGTHORN:
Aw, toughen up
You need thick skin to take this job
on, buddy
WRANGTHORN and OPHUNJI:
Now we'll find
The QC mine
OPHUNJI:
Tell me one thing
Was I ever in the running?
Or was I just a fun thing?
A puppet for your whim?
Way I was with him?
WRANGTHORN:
Man, you're super tiresome
But now I'll let you spy something
Behind the door...
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2. |
Roots Twist
03:01
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When Ophunji was a child, Wrangthorn inhabited the body of his friend Sam. Ophunji and Sam would stay up late on Fridays watching weird TV shows and drinking peppermint schnapps, then go running around at a park designed by Boleous's councilwoman mom, Blenda, and getting in high-quality kid-style trouble.
WRANGTHORN:
You and me fall down on our face flat
Jump and run straight to Mahogany
Square
Ride a jet-pack, tell every geek to get
back,
Sic a man on a space rat, we are both
there
Pete's father could lick Steve's father
Here's a place made for hiding away
Steve's father could lick Keith's father
Life took, I shook a lot on that day
There's a feather, twirling
above the heather,
Writing it bound in leather,
column B: loss
You enrage me, lock the doors
and cage me,
Finally disengage me, meet the new boss
We bother to live, we bother
To a point when we suddenly cain't
Be bothered, we can't be bothered
Get gone son, get you up and speak sane
Set the pound free, let the light
surround thee
Elevate the sound, cerebration, come on
Roll the stone, see, lib'rallly lackin' lonely,
Man you gotta pay that phone fee all
day long
All day,
All day long
Roots twisting
There's Gene Simmons, gobbling
up the women.
Spawn illegitimate children all day long
There's Tommy Newsom, happy
to have a twosome,
How do I get these hoodlums
outta this song?
You and me, we
You and me...
You and me fall down on our face flat
Di'n't your ma make that
Mahogany Square?
Everything was a drunken
kinda king-buzz
Musketeers musketing to
who-knows-where
All day,
All day long
Roots twisting
All the birds of a feather
Birds that hang together
Birds that dance the weather
All day long
Words from the feather
Written in the leather
Sittin' in column A
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3. |
Sam
03:20
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Ophunji is flooded with emotion, now that he's learned that Wrangthorn was actually his best childhood buddy, who he hasn't seen in forever.
OPHUNJI:
How will we know
When it's all gonna blow
Brother?
All that's rare is what
We are, we are
Brother
Blue brother
It's better to know
When a right's bein' wronged
When the sheep and gnu, crying, call:
Haiunitaa!
Ophunji feels conflicted about how he's mistreated Scambot, and appears to be considering offering him his freedom.
All is fair in war
Ian, Ian
Brother
I know you'll never hold my hand
Brother
True brother
It's better to go
Taking flight, being born
With a peekaboo light above
And it's better to know
When a right's being wronged
When you're dealing in lying love
How to do it all?
And it's better to know
When a right's being wronged
When you're dealing with lying love
Haiunitaa!
How will you get on?
How to do it all?
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4. |
Clipper
04:36
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However tender he may be feeling, Ophunji apparently still can't resist poking some fun at Wrangthorn. Sam was a friend, but he was also a twerp, one who had a tragically weird crush on Ophunji's mom. Ophunji taunts Wrangthorn that he could have inhabited anyone - why settle for becoming a dingbat like Sam? Wrangthorn responds angrily.
WRANGTHORN:
Get this straight
I am great
And I don't make mistakes
I'm all at once
I ain't no dunce
And I do what it takes
You awful human, Oaf
I might be Sam or Pam or Saul
I sang goodbye hello
For I became him. I was Paul.
As Ophunji processes that information, Scambot, still under Ophunji's spell, staggers robotically around the island, looking for something.
Scambot's adrenaline level jolts suddenly from zero to almost twenty, as he suddenly recognizes familiar (and, to him, nauseating) banjo music coming from under a pile of rocks. In a murderous frenzy, he. digs and uncovers an air vent leading down under the island. The music is the opening theme to the AM radio talk show he despises more than any other, Sittin' with Campland Standish.
Lady: I like to listen to Campland Standish.
Guy: I like to listen to Campland Standish.
Announcer: From the shores of Glan Junction we bring you...Sittin' With Campland Standish!
Campland: Hello, hello...thank you Jim for that always dependable introduction. It's a Monday...
Just below Scambot, in the QC media center, Barno is running a recording of one of his old broadcasts, testing the gear in the control room.
Scambot examines the ground for signs of an entrance. His attention is yanked seaward by the sound of a bell. The Quiet Children's yacht is approaching the island.
Govin, who's been having too much fun flying to land on deck, circles above the yacht as it nears the shore. Non-surveillance seabirds join Govin in a breathtaking air dance. Then, suddenly...
OPHUNJI and WRANGTHORN (jumping out in front of the arrivers and doing an unseemly Festrunk Brothers-esque dance):
Cancel your plans
You're not alone
Everything that you had hoped to do
Is now in danger, you're in flux
We both heard your boat, it's creaking
You're unafraid, but you're running
out of luck
THE QUIET CHILDREN
(standing on deck in a battle formation):
Ringing the chimes
It's time
For a holiday song
Everything that you now hope to do
Is unrealistic
You should duck
We can hear your talk, it's leaking
You're unafraid, but you're running
out of luck
You suck
The Quiet Children leap from the boat onto the island and begin to wrestle with Ophunji and Wrangthorn, as Campland Standish banjo music continues seeping up from the ground.
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5. |
Forget About It
00:45
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Corporal Quaigo and his men arrive on the scene, park their aircraft. carrier, and start aimlessly running everywhere. The Surveillance Seagulls swoop and relieve themselves all over them, causing a good 20 seconds of havoc.
Just out of gull range, Govin watches it all with concerned interest as he hovers a foot off the ground. He considers all the ways that he could demonstrate the absurdity of their fighting, and the illusory nature of life itself, in a manner that will make all the participants in the mayhem instantly recognize and reject their folly.
He figures it out.
Inspired by the cartoon Beany and Cecil, which Govin has long felt contains some elemental and easily assimilable truth about existence, he flies through the sky, leaving a trail of vivid color behind him. An image begins to take shape and finally congeals into an enormous, looping animated sequence: a bespectacled man having his face fervently licked by a sea serpent hand puppet, leaving his glasses askew.
Scambot, Ophunji, Wrangthorn, Kootch, The Quiet Children, Ami, Quaigo, the soldiers, and the seagulls all see this, and the powerful incongruity of it compels them to drop all their antagonistic impulses. A sudden, euphoric celebration erupts.
Scambot is grateful that he's been cured of his urge to kill Campland Standish. How pointless would that have been? And why do anything that Ophunji wants him to do?
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6. |
Pretzels
04:24
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With dawn approaching, the Quiet Children break out a piano from the boat, and the partying settles down to a mellow burble.
THE QUIET CHILDREN:
Party
Get down
Feeble detractor fall in a sick blue ball,
is all
Party
Get down
Ophunji gets wistful, remembering his mom.
OPHUNJI:
Blenda,
Orange were the walls
In our springtime home
Dearest mother mine
Dearest one of all
Red were the shoes
Lined in the hall
Forty in all
Hearing Ophunji sing about Blenda, something begins to shift inside Scambot. Long hidden memories begin to fade back into focus. He recalls a childhood trauma: his own mother tipsy, pretending to be a bull, with pretzels sticking out of her nose. Not yet able to view his mom as a person with as much right to a weird good time as anyone, he felt frightened and weirdly betrayed.
SCAMBOT:
Silly kid
Sorry, mom
Kootch, a little tired but happy, sees Ami sitting by a campfire, and smiles - then his stomach drops. Only a short time ago, on the boat, she saw him at his worst. His last puff of euphoria dissipates. His head goes to the dark place.
KOOTCH:
Aaaaaaaahhhh
aaaggh
aaaggghhhh
aaaaahhhhhhh
Ami and the Quiet Children come to Kootch and attempt to comfort the poor lad.
From the great beyond or somewhere like it, Blenda sings back to her son.
BLENDA:
Boleous,
What could I have done
To leave my boy kind
Leave him safe and sound
Heal his troubled mind
Lead him to church?
Force him to school?
Follow some rule?
THE QUIET CHILDREN (accompanying FlightRisk, as he tells of how his mom made him go to church when he wanted to watch cartoons):
Party
Get down
Be a bit sad and bawl 'cause the Quick
Draw McGraw show's on
Party
Get down
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7. |
Buzz
04:32
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In a living room, somewhere, a guy named Buzz has just arrived at his friend's house party.
BUZZ:
Do y'got some, c'mon
Yeah, we brought some along
Rock the guac, turn on the Trinitron
We're having tacos, c'mon
We're very hot for some fun
Look, now Scambot's on
Buzz looks at the TV screen and sees the Scambot credit sequence: "SCAMBOT - brought to you by GAS."
The show begins and Buzz recognizes Kootch, moaning miserably on the beach, as someone he'd threatened during a dark chapter of his life.
Hey, I know that one
I was snide to him, son
Took his pride, had a gun
Now I cry, how could I done
All the crimes I have run
It's that God
The majority of God is good
One part is not
He hates me and made me hate
And leaves me standing out
Torn and crumblin'
They're not wrong, somehow
Feeling it down in your corns
You could be doing anything
But you can't be doing much worse
than that
Worse than that
Much worse than that
Buzz watches a scene of an alternate reality, wherein Scambot is fully aware of his participation in the show, and is being hounded by reporters on the Emmy Awards red carpet.
REPORTERS:
What are you wearing?
Who are you wearing?
SCAMBOT (internally):
Where in hell did I go?
There's a montage of Scambot TV appearances: clips from late-night talk shows, "emotional" interviews with hosts who try to elicit tears, and game show cameos. There's a look in his eye that suggests he's not entirely sure what he's doing in all of these places. The show cuts back to the red carpet:
REPORTERS:
Who are you wearing?
Who are you wearing?
Who are you wearing?
Who are you wearing?
It's the Scambot show!
The show ends. Buzz and friends engage in a late-night guacamole-fueled philosophical discussion.
PARTIERS:
Create Hell
Debate Hell
We hate Hell
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8. |
Race the Stars
03:44
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Wrangthorn, his evil impulses now mollified by Govin, gets nostalgic about the good times with his old friends, the rest of God. He makes a pitch for joining forces once again.
WRANGTHORN:
Well
Well
Well, seeing as how we're good Gods
And being no cow 'o gold
We'll take it back down to atoms
And make it like days of old
It takes some time to unlock
A rock of hate this hard
We've made it and I swear it
I'll embrace the stars
But, you can't bake bread with gunpowder
And, you can't buy Cheech from Chong
I say these things and somehow
They do not serve me wrong
It takes some soul to unwind
The mess that's been put up
What's solved by being unkind
Can take a ride in a Dixie cup
Oh, won't you slide in my easy car
You and I can race the stars
Race the stars
Well
The rest of God aren't having it. They don't trust Wrangthorn any further than they can throw him (which is probably pretty far). Wrangthorn is defiant.
Your eyes aim doubt upon me
Some words you've heard before
You don't and won't condone me
It's best I find the door
But I know for sure
You can fret and kick the tar
People I will race the stars
Come on
Come on
Oh come on
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9. |
O
01:26
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Wrangthorn is angry at being rebuffed by God. Reflexively he falls back into his worst instincts, and starts messing with Ophunji all over again, threatening him with violence.
Ophunji, running for safety, finds a nice looking leather suitcase hiding in some shrubs. Opening it, he sees a familiar looking cache of wires and arcane machinery, very much like the stuff he's been using to control Scambot. Ophunji realizes that this must be the very batch of gadgetry that Wrangthorn has been using to control him. He now reverses the wiring and finds that he can control Wrangthorn.
He begins to do so, and it's not good.
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10. |
Roll
06:22
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Scambot is horrified by what he sees going on with Ophunji and Wrangthorn. God appears to Scambot and assures him that they'll take care of it soon. Scambot is doubtful. He asks God why they've allowed Ophunji to control him all these years, and why they haven't done more to bring peace and justice to Earth. God silently considers the question.
Ami, who's been watching all the preceding activity with mounting anger, stands next to Scambot and proclaims solidarity. Scambot thinks he has seen her before, but his memory has been so compromised by Ophunji that he isn't certain.
Ophunji and Wrangthorn...the sudden appearance of God...all the jumbled, fragmented memories - it's too much for Scambot to handle. He vents his confusion and frrustration.
SCAMBOT:
Swarm horde of bees
Reflecting in the trees
Wild animals and others
Faith hold me tight
Y'already seeing
What will come of me
Why should we crawl and shudder
You make this right
God mulls this over, while Ami and the Children trundle Scambot down to their media lab. Kootch follows behind, moved by seeing Scambot and Ami take on God.
AMI:
You rather sin, Ian, or turn your stone?
You rather been beat and burned alone?
I'd rather plainspeak on sacred ground
I'd rather roll
SCAMBOT:
Music is weird
Electric souvenirs
I'm moving fingers for you
I hate words and sight
AMI:
You gather grain, Ian, or burn
your corn?
You gotta spray heat and
spurn and scorn?
I'd rather plainspeak on sacred ground
I'd rather roll
KOOTCH:
No one leads a charmed life
Must it be a harmed life?
I assumed that shared love
Would be taken care of
Scambot is disoriented. A memory fragment lodges in his brain, a flash of a forgotten time. He's onstage with an orchestra behind him.
I can hear you thinking:
I will never get through this part...
Why is it so so hard to melt my guitar
Into the violin...
On this sort of a sensitive song
I must not drown out thee string section
Drowning them out would be wrong
Their daggers are searing into my back
They think I am not fit to be here
It's clear that they think I'm a hack
SCAMBOT (singing to a hallucination of a tiny red bug hovering neear his arm):
Obscenities
And share this if you please, Tom,
With your pa and mother
Take this and fight
Y'already seeing
What will come of me
Why should we crawl and shudder
You make this right
AMI:
You rather sin, Ian, or turn your stone?
You rather been beat an' burned alone?
I'd rather plainspeak on sacred ground
I'd rather roll, freak, and make a sound
Echo up treble down
Echo up treble down
You can do this, Jack
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11. |
Constructed
03:46
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Sitting together in the green. room of the QC media center, Ami reveals all to Scambot about their history together.
AMI:
Darn me
Terror play
It's been a
Dark dream
Scared us away
Mmmmmm........
We got in touch with something
It eyes us up, stares us down
Looming
Looking
Not touching
We hoped
We clanged
We tried to stay
Enthusiastic
But now
We're ruled
By old-time pain
Time to run past it
Mmmmmm
Copenhagen flames
They fried us up, shared us 'round
In a train, in a train
A snowy train
Bringin' it, tearing up. the track
We'll wine and dine (in that order)
Then with a big tape recorder
We'll cast our ears and eyes over the
borders
And every cranny of
This interesting thing we've
Constructed
Ami's calmness is balm to Scambot's soul.
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12. |
Freezer Burn
05:22
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Scambot meets Mike Barno and is forced to conclude that, for all his hatred of the Campland character, Barno himself is not a bad guy. They are tasked with composing a propaganda song that will help sway public opinion against Ophunji and all other tyrants, despots and the like. They knock one together, called "Scores Of People"; the QC record it and post it online.
But it's not entirely necessary, as it happens. Public opinion has been against Ophunji for decades. Everyone knows he's a schmuck. People enjoy the song anyway.
Kootch sees that the best course of action for him is to get away on his own and into a new life. He finds an ad online for a rodeo in a nearby town and decides to see if they can make use of an additional clown; the QC give him a spare rowboat, and he makes his way across the sea.
Wrangthorn has managed to struggle his way over to the suitcase, has reversed the wiring again, and is going to town on Ophunji.
God are somewhat humbled by the dressing down Scambot gave them. The TV show has been a means of blowing off steam, but clearly not the best use of their time. They take a hard look at what's happening on the planet. This is currently represented by the absurd and violent activities of Ophunji and Wrangthorn. God tires of both of them and turns them into tiny red gnats.
Then God decides to save mankind.
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13. |
Scores of People
05:22
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Scambot and Barno's propaganda song turns out to be an even bigger hit for The Quiet Children than "Cold Hands."
THE QUIET CHILDREN:
When my actions are the reason for the
death of scores of people
That's the moment I should question all
that I believe
For we are children
We are learning
We are learning what we're here for
For the many
Grieving people
Who shouldn't need to grieve
No summer rain
No autumn wine
What a shame
Draw the line
Many dead
Ahead of time
And criminals
fighting crime
Raise another
To honor your sister, brother
This flame to light the freedom
that will chime
Through the sky
When my living is the reason for the
death of scores of people
That's the moment I must look at all
that I have done
I come humbled
I come hungry
I come yearning for a clear heart
Not to murder
Not to muzzle
And not to overrun
(Liberty beams) We get so upset
(You go free) At thoughtlessness
(You go free) We're thoughtless
ourselves so often
Raise another
To honor your sister, brother
Some time goes by. It's the calm after the storm. Scambot sits quietly at home. He stills his thoughts. He breathes and breathes.
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14. |
Cold Hands Gnat
03:59
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Scambot is sitting on his porch swing with Ami, sharing a Bubble-Up.
Ophunji-gnat flies by. Now that he has a gnat brain, he doesn't remember much of anything that's happened in the past - only a few popular songs, but he doesn't know all the lyrics anymore. He makes up words to fill in the gaps.
OPHUNJI-GNAT:
Cold hands
Cold hands
I knew a girl with cold hands
She was rich
She made hay in the Bahamas
Five weeks stoned on a throne
of chrome
Bestiality, phone home,
Symptoms, manners, gas leak,
Phone home, symptoms, manners,
gas leak
Cold hands
Cold hands
Cold hands
I knew a girl with gold hands
She was rich
Six years with the llamas
Barrage, burrowwn* into your glasses
Shards went flyin'
Bestiality, phone home,
Symptoms, manners, gas leak,
Phone home, symptoms, manners,
gas leak
Ophunji-gnat flies away.
Scambot and Ami swing slowly on the porch as the sun goes down.
*not a real word, a gnat-word
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Proceed
03:18
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It's been a few months, and things are very different now.
God has created portals, scattered throughout Earth, which lead to other dimensions - purer, more beautiful. dimensions. Anyone can visit these places, and return safely home (if they choose to).
The Quiet Children play this song on a stage in front of one of the portals, while Campland does an interpretative dance.
Many people stand in line, waiting to pass through the portal. Quaigo and his men are there, and Buzz, and Ms. Loring too. We can see Blenda inside the portal, along with Chee and Tom. Ophunji-gnat and Wrangthorn-gnat fly through the portal - they don't need to wait in line.
THE QUIET CHILDREN:
Hail gentle woman
Hail gentle man
Here is some magic
It's at your command
You may proceed
Everyone's welcome
Come in, hang your hat
Shoving is bullshit
We're better than that
Making your entrance
Uncategorized
Everyone equal
In everyone's eyes
Walk on the left side
Walk on the right
Walk on the ceiling
Wherever you like
Have no misgivings
Welcome aboard
You are not wanting
You are adored
Rings on your fingers
Bells in your mind
Go where you want to
You'll love what you'll find
God's satisfied, if a bit tired. They. could use a break. Now that these portals are everywhere, it feels like people can pretty much handle things from here. The Quiet Children, on behalf of all humanity, sing to God that if they need some time to themselves, that's okay.
THE QUIET CHILDREN:
Total soul rolling
It's time that you do
We, aching, grateful
God I thank you
You may proceed.
Mankind sets God free.
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Mike Keneally San Diego, California
Mike Keneally has been a lot of things in his 35 year career: stunt guitarist/keyboardist, singer/songwriter, orchestral
composer, producer, music director, painter, and more. After getting his start in Frank Zappa’s legendary 1988 big band, Keneally released his first solo album hat. in 1992. Since then he has released dozens more and is working on a new double album.
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