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1. |
The Hippiepunk Overture
06:47
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Michael:
In the city of new albion after the civil war was won
The rebels now victorious and a golden age begun,
The voodoopunks rejoiced, it was all groovy peace and love
As they set out to build the future, a new tech boom now had come
Arcadia Corp was their flagship, the future it would bring
New science, new frontiers, experiments with stuff you won’t believe
It’s peace, love, dope, and hippies, even district tensions start to ebb
Cause everybody’s hooked on them papaver cigarettes
There’s a kid who goes by Nash and we’ll meet him in just a sec
He don’t remember nothing past a few months ago and yet
Arcadia Corp they want him, they’re looking hard for him they say
They’re putting this fresh young agent name of Amber on the case
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2. |
Nash Harding
05:45
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Michael:
There’s a kid who goes by Nash and who’s been drifting round the streets
No memory past a few months ago and really violent dreams
No where to go and barely sleeps, he makes some change by day
Painting street art for pedestrians, he’s magic some might say
Cause at night in the back alleys, he paints things you cant believe
Lands and magic doorways, otherwordly scenes
Otherwise he hangs out in all the hippy clubs and coffee shops
Hiding from Arcadia, measuring days with coffee cups
Nash:
When the good times rage and they’re all so thrilled
And you’re glad you’re here at the bash but still
You’re the stranger who just wandered in
You’re the juice who’s lost inside a sea of gin
You’re the orphan at the ballroom dance
You’re the bum in stolen coat and pants
Cinderella waiting for the chime
Of the midnight bells and she’s lost track of time
And spare a drink for the gate crasher
And you think your mind may be broke you’ve no
memories before a few months ago
Since you woke up in that strange odd place
Did you exist before that very day
You’re the lab rat who ran to the streets outside
and they’re Hunting you, so you run and hide
and you drift into the beatnik scene
and the nights go by in pills and thrills and drink
And spare a drink for the gate crasher
And at night your world’s a blur, a sea
of dancing bodies, pills and drums and freaks
where the past it doesnt mean a thing
and the future you cannot conceive
And in the alley there’s this thing you do
With cans of spray you paint these scenes that move
You paint these windows into places new
They’re so real that folks can step into
But they only last a little time,
and then they freeze and if you’re still inside
Well then you might as well just say goodbye
to this world that you left behind
A few months ago its like you were born
in a strange place called Arcadia Corp
and they studied you like a specimen
until the night some ragtag dissidents broke in
Beatnik kids with slogans came
To help the things like me escape
And so i’m free and lost and i
in the streets cafes and clubs i sit and hide
And they’re all so sure they see the light
to the messianic golden times
And i wish i saw that future too
i just wake up wondering what i'm gonna do
I’m just trying to make it through
The days just come and go its true
And spare a drink for the gate crasher
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3. |
The Balley A-Go-Go
08:39
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Michael:
Now sure, Nash is a bit bothered by his memory being crap
but he’s decided he don’t care about the future or the past
He’s embraced the whole just live in this here moment kinda code
He just wants to party at the club each night, let it all go
Cause if you think these clubs where the hppies come to drink coffee all day long
are colorful and wild, man, just way til the sun goes down
Cause at night these beatniks party like boy you cant believe
It’s a psychedelic spaceship to a cosmic future dream
Voodoopunks:
The cosmological wheel the ontological feel
is set to turn and so emergent cognizance will reveal
the neurological gears of our terrestrial spheres
emanate to the next state of consciousness up from here
The revolution of evolution
kiss the bliss the psychedelic solution
The execution of absolution,
retrain your brain the psychedelic solution
Telluric consciousness as the sixth circuit will have
of imprinted, gravitational reality maps
Humankind will expand to meta programming and
the conintelligence of rapture manifests here at hand
The revolution of evolution
kiss the bliss the psychedelic solution
The execution of absolution,
retrain your brain the psychedelic solution
...
The graduation of cognitation
celebrate the psychedelic migration
The immantation of emanation
celebrate the psychedelic migration
The revolution of evolution
kiss the bliss the psychedelic solution
The execution of absolution
retrain your brain the psychedelic solution
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4. |
The Creatures
07:35
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Michael:
The Balley- A-Go-Go is where Nash mostly hangs out
with its wild, psychedelic parties and beatnik, hippy crowd
He doesn’t sleep much cause of dreams that’re violent and bad
He’s always real tired, but he does the best that he can
He’s gulping down coffe one day when approached
By a young teenage girl some of you may know
Mary:
I have seen you here for the past few weeks, in the wild nights and the wandering streets
and i’ve seen the things you can do with paint, and i envy you the worlds you make
And i know i don’t even know your name, but you’re young like me, with nowhere to stay
but we need your help, there are things like us, things that hide away, adrift and lost
Nash:
Ok... I’m Nash. Hi. Why do you guys always sing everything?
Mary:
My name is Mary. What are you talking about? I never sing.
Nash:
You guys really dont hear yourselves?
Mary:
You are an odd one. You dont have a home, do you
Nash:
No, i dont. But i’m ok. I get by.
Mary:
I have seen the things that you do with paint, and it’s magic, please, you must come this way
There’s a basement here where lost things dwell, like both of us, and they need your help
You can come here too to sleep or stay, you look so tired, do you have a place?
Nash:
I don’t sleep much, i have real bad dreams
They’re violent, cruel, i try not to sleep
Mary:
Walk with me beneath
Down, below the streets
Come with me to see
The things hidden underneath
There’s goblins, gnomes and creatures down
in basements underneath the town
They hide these creatures lost and worn
running from Arcadia Corp
The mob would like them all to sell
to wealthy clients somewhere else
Arcadia would like them back
so hunted down here they stay trapped
Lost in places never known
Lost and far away from home
Hidden from the sight of sun
Rest before its time to run
Lost inside surreal parades
That pass by laughing every day
Dream of stray and misplaced suns
Rest before it’s time to run
We’ve seen you paint amazing things
windows into worlds undreamed
doorways into magic lands
their providence is now at hand
They’ll describe a place, a world, to you
you’ll paint it and when you are through
they’ll step inside that window pane
and thus the lost at last escape
Lost in places never known
Lost and far away from home
Hidden from the sight of sun
Rest before its time to run
Lost inside surreal parades
That pass by laughing every day
Dream of stray and misplaced suns
Rest before it’s time to run
Michael:
And so Nash agrees to help the poor creatures escape
By doing that miracle he can do with his paints
They describe him a world, he paints it best he can do
and for a time its alive and they pass through into
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5. |
Operation Boogly Oogly
02:28
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Nash:
Hey little one, who are you? Why didn’t you go through the window?
Ryvyr:
I am Ryvyr sir, i’m a goblin girl and i hide here in this strange new world
and i wish to go, in my home to be, but i’m sorry sir, for i cannot leave
There is someone else here from my world, so i cannot go til i find them first
You could help me now get to that place called Arcadia, we could go today
Nash:
I wish, i wish that i could help
But i cannot go you must find someone else
These people have chased and hunted me for weeks
I cannot just walk on in there you see
Amber:
On the day we come it’s gonna be groovy and fine
We’re cool cats now, we’ll help you out
Rap with us and it’ll be all right
I’m Agent Amber, and i’m pleased to be assigned to your case
Just come with me, its fab you’ll see
Lay it on me til we’re grokin’ it straight
Beatnik:
It’s Arcadia security! Initiate Operation Boogly Oogly!
Michael:
Operation Boogly Oogly is an old trick that was used
years ago in the purges, and it’s simple and cute
You erupt into chaos, lights, people, you all
just scramble and throw things and it works pretty well
Nash and that little goblin names Ryvyr just go,
escape leaving Amber empty handed and alone
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6. |
Amber
06:14
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Amber:
It said Book of Spells but they didnt work well
And at thirteen years what did i know
I was shy and alone, picked on fiercely and so
hoped i’d just make them leave me alone
This is back in the days when the civil war raged
and my folks backed a government win
They found the book that i had, thought that i had gone bad
so for my own good they turned me in
I spent three years inside that place
my mind they pried and tried to break
I learned to smile and learned to say
A new world’s gonna come one day
When three years had passed i was let out at last
at 16 went back to my home
All i did there was tell my folks to got to hell
and then left out into the unknown
I ended up down in the caves underground
with the voodoopunks as the war raged
A woman there named Katy Shaw kept me safe
and looked after me all those dark days
I spent three years down in those caves
inside that dark and chilly place
I learned to dream, believe and pray
A new world’s gonna come one day
A new world’s gonna come one day
It was actually me who came up with the plan for Katy to steal the MCG. Inside informants told us where the government hid their top secret plans, but we couldn’t get near it. Katy had told me about how there was a drug that made her go back in time to when the city was just a prairie, so i suggested that Katy take the drug, go back in time and carry a compass. She should walk to the right coordinates and when the drug wore off, bam, she’d be in the secret room. She did, grabbed everything she could find, then took another dose and went back to the prairie. She walked back to the friend’s ground floor apartment where she had started, and when the drug wore off this time, she was back with folders full of top secret information. She had brought back this other random object, this MCG, which she tossed to her friend Mark as thanks for him letting her use his place. And that’s how the MCG was put in play.
.....
And now i work for our Arcadia Corp
theres an agent named Connor i love
We’re set to be married and everything’s very
exciting i have all i want
The evolution of man was arcadia’s plan
the Eight Circuit Consciousness Map
We were all working towards til some vague unnamed source
dropped a theorem in somebody’s lap
Maths i cannot understand
prove that there exists a land
The unconscious realm it is a place
and now they want to go one day
Arcadia now two factions has
one wants to open other lands
the other to evolve the brain
and i will help in any way
to bring a new world round someday
the old one, it can fade away
A new world it will come one day
A new world it will come one day
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7. |
Nash & Ryvyr Grok 1
02:32
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Nash:
I think we’re safe
Ryvyr:
I am sorry sir, that you had to run in your own fair world
Nash:
The same people there they want me too
I dont know why, i dont know what to do
I thought if i kept low well then
the party it could never end
I dont need no past, i just want to stay
in the bliss of endless nights that always rage
And its all so nice for awhile you know
but the days they just all come and go
and i feel there’s sometime on my heels
and its catching up, despite the time i steal
Ryvyr:
Without purpose, sir, there no anchor in
the sea of life in which we swim
No direction then we just swim round
until our spirit tires and we drown
Nash:
I gotta say goblin, that’s pretty deep
Ryvyr:
My name’s Ryvyr sir, and because i seek
a girl a purpose i do have
and a fire in me burns bright and i am glad
Nash:
So a past is something that you like
Ryvyr:
My story sir, is great and wild
You must hear it and you will see
a past can be a truly precious thing
Just take youself a seat
Get settled and comfy
i’ll dream for you a dream
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8. |
Ryvyr D Goblin
10:21
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Ryvyr:
I’ve a storyline to blow your mind I’ve a song to make you dance
Its a phasmagoric fable that’d make Tolkien poop his pants
I’ve a narrative you just cant miss, a tale to make you cheer
Its the bomb, the best backstory that you’re ever gonna hear
Its story time, all right
It’s story time, all night
I’ve a storyline, once upon a time in a land real far away
where the pawny roots we knew all grew and the goblin children play
If sighs and cries both give you hives, if your nerves are highly strung
you might need a tranquilizer, oh, before my tale is done
Its story time, all right
It’s story time, all night
In a fair and far off forest lived and thrived my goblin tribe
led by Pom Pom our great leader who pierus day and night
He kept us safe from hirvios and cootie coos throughout the land
Kept the peace with worms and fleas and the viscious southern clan
Our great Pom Pom had a daughter, Hiisi who is just my age
Sweet and taut she’s really hot and this is where the trouble lay
On the third moon once a century is the Ritual of Glyme
Hiisi does a blessing but must be a virgin at the time
Hiisi makes me hot and ooky, kooky, loopy but who knew
Hiisi thinks that i’m a sweety, has the ookies for me too
A week before the rituaali we took some yukyuk to the woods
to drink and laugh but nothing crass just have some fun like young girls should
When we woke the next fair morning, heads all thick, a little sore
we realized we have done an oopsy, Hiisii wasnt a virgin any more
The goblin shaman has a daughter, Venla, who had wanted us
to go with her on spirit quest and now we ran, cried Venla help!
Venla said there was a mushroom in the forest to the south
that restored virginity so us three goblin girls set out
So we walked we three through woods and streams through miles on our quest
to the KuKa Caverns in the south where the sacred mushroom rests
We goblin girls passed thrills and perils but we reached that cavern yet
but inside we fell into a trap which we’ll talk ‘bout in a sec
Guitar solo!
We fell down, down, down, down a long chute to the underground lair of the worm king
The worm king said “We celebrate, three goblin girls we caught this day
We’ll sell you both, this is our plan, to the viscious southern clan
One of you we will set free, Venla, gratitude to thee
Your promise you have kept we see you brought Pom Pom’s offspring to me
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We’ll eat your brains but sell your skull to the southern clan who will
put it on their banner when they raid your village this weekend
First they’ll use necromancy to raise an undead Hiisi
so her skull will scream when they attack Pom pom’s tribe and wipe you out”
But while the king was yackin, smackin, Hiisi and i picked the lock
opened up our cages and prepared to fight out last lost cause
If we die upon this day
If tonight when moonlight comes
and we rot right here just know
we’ll take all of you with us
“Goblin girls you are surrounded,” said the king with fetid breath
“Say your last word now and then say a greeting to your death”
I said Venla, this i swear, a blood oath now, i will not die
until i gut you, send you straight to hell and feast upon your eyes
Hiisi, i am glad we had these moments and that special night
It is my last happiness to die on this day at your side
I thought that i would gladly die with my Hiisi at my side
but a portal just then opened from your world and your time
They plucked me then from certain death, Arcadia you know
but she’s still now back there at their lab, so you see i cannot go
Its story time, all right
It’s story time, all night
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9. |
Amber Reflects
03:53
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Back in the asylum when my younger self was crying
and i just sat there in silence and despair
Around me voices screaming, laughing madly, bedlam dreaming
its dark nightmare as i sat in silent prayer
Why’d they do this to me, i am lost and there is nothing
that can lead me out of darkness, out of woe
There ought to be a new world for the sad, despairing lost girls
but the days they would just come and they would go
And i wish that i could go back and say
tell that little girl the pain is worth it all one day
All this will fade and you will change
and a force for vindication and saltation you will make
The price of transformation lays
in paying wages made of pain
Little girl keep holding on be strong and full of faith
I still believe, believe this will be worth it all one day
Down there in those caves that dark and damp and chilly place
where the voodoopunks would chant and plan and pray
The wounded they would cry, the really bad ones would just die
and you could see the desperation on our face
In prayer i begged oh why must all this suffering be mine
Why must this world always be so full of woe
Please let there be a place past all this misery and pain
but the days they would just come and they would go
And i wish i could go back and say
tell that teenage girl it will be worth it all one day
A woman of you it will make
and a force so fierce and fiery you will be upon that day
The price of transformation lays
in paying wages made of pain
Little girl keep holding on be strong and full of faith
i still believe, believe it will be worth it all one day
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10. |
Nash & Ryvyr Grok 2
04:22
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Nash paints a window
Nash:
It’s done.
I painted you a door to Arcadia Corp so you can
go before anybody knows
Ryvyr:
Go with me though
Come, life on the run can’t be all that fun
Come on, you should go, you have no purpose of your own. You can
piggyback on mine
Nash:
I’ll be fine, i dont need a purpose
just to stay alive, besides, someone tell me why
i should need some larger goal to give meaning to my life
Can’t just living in the moment be all that i require
Ryvyr:
Hows that working for you?
Nash:
Fine, it was all right for awhile
It was great for a bit, but it got stale and lost its bliss
I wish that it could stay the way it was
Ryvyr:
You can’t replace
meaning in your life with thrills and wine and stimuli. I’m sure the
party days were great but i don’t think they replace the fact that
you don’t know your past or where you are upon your path
Nash:
Shouldnt existing be an act thats blissful in itself?
Ryvyr:
In fact
every goblin in the tribe has a place and has a task
And this keeps the tribe alive, it allows the tribe to thrive
Working for the greater good, theres deep fullfiment, Nash, you should...
Nash:
But that’s not purpose, thats just tasks, that’s just busywork then, that’s
just staving boredom off you know, while the days they come and go
Ryvyr:
The days they come and go
Nash:
The days they come and go
Ryvyr:
the days they come and go
Nash:
The days they come and go
Ryvyr:
You can still have work and fun
Amber:
Excuse me... on the day we come...
Please just hear me out, i came alone with no one else
I need to tell you things and then i’ll go away
There’s things you should hear, Nash, i know all about your past
I beg you listen please to what i have to say
You both talk here of purpose like its something that you choose but
from higher powers come the paths you face
You can ignore or not receive it, but your calling, you should heed it
comes from spiritual realms not of this place
Here me out, you have a fate
You come from somewhere far away
At least just learn from where you came
another realm you’ll return one day
another realm, so far away
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11. |
Lollyland
08:21
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Amber:
There’s a land made out of liquorice and caramel they say
A sweet and sour gloomy realm another world away
Where gummi bats and swirly rats and wild, taffy clans
roam the gumdrop forests, down in Lollyland
In Lollyland, In Lollyland
Sweet sins upon command
In Lollyland, Lollyland
Temptations you cant understand
In Lollyland your mother’s queen and just a bit insane
Your name there is Prince Pear and she locked you far away
Queen:
I was brought up near the honey mines where i swore that i would taste
a taste thats like no other, that of power sweet and great
I learned forbidden magic made of gummi blood and bone
Whole villages i sacrificed til at last i took the throne
I had a son i vaguely loved, but the crown must stay with me
So i locked him in a tower and then threw away the key
Amber:
In Lollyland, In Lollyland
Sweet sins upon command
In Lollyland, Lollyland
Temptations you cant understand
You live atop that tower and you never leave its space
You spend your time making other worlds with your paint
But enter now the hero, a fair, courageous lass
who spied you in your tower one day when she did pass
You spoke of dreams and wonder, she would come to you each day
and sure enough you fell in love, conspired to escape
In Lollyland, In Lollyland
Sweet sins upon command
In Lollyland, Lollyland
Temptations you cant understand
You fled you ran across the land your true love and you
But the queen insane with hate and rage is after both you two
She was closing in, but this is when, by purely random chance,
Arcadia Corp opened a door, plucked you from Lollyland
Your land is grave peril, your narrative is doomed
I’m sad to say your mom, the queen, was supposed to murder you
quite horribly, but then you see, your true love would avenge
your gruesome death, cut mother’s neck and this is how it ends
Because you are not there right now, this fate cannot be spun
and your narrative will soon unfurl, your whole world will done
Your love thinks that the queen has put you back at tower’s eye
She heads there, we must put you back there before your love arrives
In Lollyland, In Lollyland
Sweet sins upon command
In Lollyland, Lollyland
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12. |
A Grokfest
03:02
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Nash:
What the heck was that?
Ryvyr:
So why’d he lose his memory?
Amber:
We’re not sure, we think the queen had
some odd spell on him to hinder his escape
His narrative’s so different that our science cant quite get it
Ryvyr:
So then why pluck us from our world anyway?
Amber:
I’m really just an agent these decisions arent my paygrade
We were trying to advance the human brain
But someone sent my bosses proof of realms like the unconscious
and now research of sll sorte are underway
Nash you must come with me, your narrative’s unravelling,
you must save your dying world and go home
How about you take my hand
i’ll take you to your motherland
How about we talk about it as we go
Nash:
How about the answer’s no and now
How about you all go screw yourselves
How about i’m not a sacrifice
How about i live instead of die
How about i just dont give damn
about your stories and your stupid plans
How about i dream of how it ends
and i’m not your pawn, im not your friend
Me and Ryvyr here we’re going to go
find her goblin friend and send them home
but i’m staying here, if my world needs help
you can go to there in my place yourself
Michael:
And so Nash and Ryvyr step through the painting Nash had made
Leaving Amber once more standing there, palm upon her face
But alas, what Nash there didnt know, there was a tracker on his spine
Amber could always trace him, she had chosen to give him time
But now things are gonna get crazy, so best just go and sit back
Cause Nash and Ryvyr are walking straight into Arcadia Corp Labs
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13. |
Arcadia Corp Labs
07:41
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Voodoopunks:
All aboard, we explore past the edge of realization
set the course for beyond the borders of illumination
Past the edge of pangnostic limitation
set the course for beyond the borders of illumination
Past the chains and the reins that restrain us
set our course for beyond the borders of illumination
Past where tact and discretion might restrain us
set the course for beyond the borders of illumination
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14. |
Ryvyr's Reunion
04:48
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Nash:
I found a golbin! Look, in here
Ryvyr:
That's her!
Venla:
Ryvyr? Is that you? How did you find me?
Ryvyr:
Fuck you, you fucking whore! I will rip off your head and piss down your throat you fucking piece of shit bitch. Die! Die!
Way too many stabby noises than is healthy.
Nash:
What the hell?!?
Ryvyr:
I fulfilled a blood oath. They're sacred.
Nash:
So.. that was Venla.
Ryvyr:
Cunt. (spits)
Nash:
Dude! So where is Hiisi?
Ryvyr:
My love is probably long dead now along with my tribe.
Nash:
Oh Ryvyr, i'm so sor...
Amber :
On the day we come it's... oh my god, what the hell happened?!?
Ryvyr:
Bitch got what was coming to her.
Amber:
Oh no.... no....
Amber:
She cannot die what have you done
The world from which you have come
it has a fate in which she’s set,
It cannot happen if she’s dead
Ryvyr:
Venla she got what was coming
I wish i could do it again
Betrayal comes with consequences
Its my duty to avenge
Amber:
Venla‘s crucial to what comes
She must go back, what have you done
If she’s not there to play her part
Your strand, your world will come apart
Nash:
All you voodoopunks with all your schemes
Did you ever stop a sec to think
that you’re children who just play with fire
Your fools with tools you should let lie
You’re sticking all your noses in
to things that you should not mess with
You’re all so lost in your mad twirl
you’re screwing other peoples' worlds
Amber:
There’s fates and stories that must play
Or else the world wipes away
She should have lived you should have died
Your world needed her alive
I wish i could back in time
Bring her back while still alive
I needed you and i need her
To both return unto your world
Ryvyr:
Her fate’s her choice she chose unwisely
I have a duty to chastise
A blood oath was my obligation
She could not retain her life
You disrespect my goblin culture
I have my folk you have yours
You criticize me for my duty
You pull me from my own fair world
My love, my tribe, were they alive
They’d tell you just like i
To see my blood oath through
they all would gladly give their lives
Amber:
The price of what you’ve done today
Your world it will fall away
You’ve broken fate, and horrors come
Your world it will be unspun
Nash you cannot send her back
Her world now is broken, cracked
You cannot open up that door
The horrors there are so much more
Than what you can both believe
Never break the threads and stream
Of fate for when it’s broken, well
What happens then is worse than hell
Ryvyr:
The duty’s mine, all mine
To set it right, set it right
She had to die, to die
I wish that i could do it a second time
Nash:
I'm gonna send poor Ryvyr back
I'm gonna open up a crack in
I dont care what you may say
You had your chance you had your day
I’ve had enough of you and and so
i'm gonna send my friend on home
She deserves to mourn her fallen girl
She deserves to be in her own world
I don't care what you and yours believe
You’re fools who’ve done enough to me
I'm gonna help my friend and well
You had best stand back or go to hell
I'm opening a door to send Ryvyr to her home
You cannot stop us now, she'll finally be where she belongs
Amber:
No! Don't do it !
(Horrific sight of Narrative falling apart)
That's the sound a world makes, when its dying
That's the sound a world makes, when its dying
Nash, your worlds next, it horrifying
Nash, its time for you to go home
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15. |
The Cat
04:30
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Amber:
There is a film where a man who kills decides to leave that violent life
He gets a cat, he gets a wife, a new life but his wife then dies
A rowdy thug tries to mug him and kills his sweet and precious cat
The man he cracks, his guns unpacks, and run a rampage in his wrath
When the world quakes and the blues skies break and fire rains from the sky
When all you’ve held dissolves and melts as reality runs out of time
The benediction of mass extinction and armegeddon sighs
And all it cost to stop it was the loss of just one life
But from his wrath good comes in fact, the man in violent griefs he slays
The mob who ran the town he takes them down, he wipes them all away
Purpose shows in ways unknown, plans the angels may enact
And sometimes Nash, your fate in fact, is to be the murdered cat
In your world still lives is a girl that you so dearly loved
Her agony and painful screams will fill the bleeding skies above
But they wont last as your world cracks and shrieks with one last cry
And all it cost to stop it was the loss of just one life
I'm sorry Nash what a thing to ask, it’s a horrid way to die
We gave you time to enjoy some life I hope you had a few good nights
But a world cool and wonderful depends on you to die
You’ve got to know, we all must go, it’s you purpose in this life
This world’s full of pain and lies, all the worlds on down the line
All of us are trapped within the endless wheel of suffering
We must transform we must escape the cycle of this dark flesh cage
We’ll know the bliss that you wish for only on Elysium’s shore
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16. |
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Michael:
So Amber's made a hell of a case about why Nash should go
back to meet a painful death on his world way back home
He closes his eyes and makes a fist and grits his teeth and then
he opens them and looks real sad and this is what he says
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17. |
Curtain Call
07:34
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Nash:
It’s a memory made of a summer night that you hold and snuggle in your mind
The fiddle man has a sweet old song to that memory that he plays along
But in the shadows as it fades, the clown just smiles and softly waits
And the fiddle man pack up his case, before the clown can see his face
That sweet old memory hasnt long before its joy is almost gone
The bone white clown begins to move, moving slowly now to you
As summer time gives way to fall, his shoes come creeping down the hall
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the curtain call
Theres memories that will make you cringe but there’s ones you weep for once again
You grasp and clasp and wish for new but one day they will leave you
As time goes on that look of fear that every eye begins to wear
Conveyour belts, they hever stop, they carry you to that final stop
The fiddle man he makes you cry, but wears that fear too in his eye
He sees the clown and hears his shoes that walk right now, walk right towards you
You can clutch the covers, clurch them tight, that clown will just shut off the light
If you listen closely now my friend, you can hear his footsteps closing in
I painted my heart and some beauty too to leave some pretty, best i knew
Creation sweet and wild and mad, the finest moments i did have
I tried to love but think i might not have gotten it quite right
I tried and failed and tried anew, I tried to be a friend to you
I chased the nights and their mad dreams, we swayed and how we tried to be
The light fantastic how it shines upon our desperate, sweaty lives
For seconds there we stopped it all, we stopped the footsteps down the hall
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the curtain call
The clown is bone and black and cold he smiles at all both young and old
He never asks, he’s never through, just pray he doesnt smile at you
When grandpa Joe begins to cry no pleading will extend his time
My friend, not all so dignified will go into that quiet night
Did i do good, did i do bad, will judgement just make us all sad
If did not do right by you, i did the best that i could do
Im not ready, says them all, the clown is coming down the hall
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the curtain call
You cry that clown is not your friend, you know he means your days will end
In fear and panic sweat your brow You have to make your peace somehow
But dread’s a head case you cant win, Run it ragged, let it in
Panic, pulse, drown in the noise, Scream into the silent void
We do all that we can think to feel the feels and dream the dreams
And dance and laugh and drink and screw, the drugs do me and i do you
And god that ever ticking clock why won’t someone just make it stop
Barter bargain, try it all, the last damn, curtain call
Can i get a kiss of bliss before
Can i get a kiss of bliss before
Can i get a kiss of bliss before the last curtain call
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18. |
Michael Epilogue
02:34
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Michael:
And thus my friends poor Nash agrees to go on ahead back home
Where his mother brutally murders him... ugh, you dont wanna know
Its ugly, it’s... aw, that poor guy... all right anyways
If it’s any consolation to you, the goblin Ryvyr stays
She’s still in New Albion, wandering around
I assume that we’ll catch up with her later round town
And Amber, well she does real well, man her future it is bright
One day she’ll run Arcadia Corp, til the golden age expires
Her future’s bright until it’s not, which is how all futures go
I remember back when mine was full of friends and full of hope
I miss the playhouse, our adventures, to this day i miss it still
Asha, David, Lloyd, them all... i really miss jill
I think i probably got one more of these stories left in me
then i think its finally time to, you know, bow out gracefully
I had a good run, i cant deny, and as for, well as for here right now
I’m gonna do what i always do, drink til i pass out
So one more then lets all agree, we’ll meet here once again
For one last little tale from our dear town of New Albion
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Paul Shapera Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Cama’s attempt to commune with higher beings failed; she only found Decadent Dottie. Together they roamed, indulging in dangerous forms of psycho-neural self-exploration which Cama hoped would present the key to her people’s further evolution. It only led to her destroying her people so that one of their pets could evolve. She sat in her former civilization's rubble and listened to Paul Shapera. ... more
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