Comments color guide:
Mac "Mike" Cat
Mercutio "Crow"
Eve "Tom Servo"
All
Keep your fingers out of my eye.
Then stop asking me to put your contact lenses in.
While I write I like to glance at the butterflies in glass that are all around the walls. The people in memory are pinned to events I can't recall too well, but I'm putting one down to watch him break up, decompose and feed another sort of life. The one in question is all fully biodegradable material and categorised as 'Rael'. Rael hates me, I like Rael,
Because I'm a masochist
- yes, even ostriches have feelings, but our relationship is something both of us are learning to live with. Rael likes a good time, I like a good rhyme, but you won't see me directly anymore - he hates my being around.
I can see why. You talk too much.
So if his story doesn't stand, I might lend a hand, you understand? (ie. the rhyme is planned, dummies).
You're not exactly endearing yourself to the audience here....
The flickering needle jumps into red. New York crawls out of its bed.
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The weary guests are asked to leave the warmth of the all-night theater, having slept on pictures others only dream on.If the movie was anything like this script, I can see why they fell asleep in the first place.
Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
It's the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
The un-paid extras disturb the Sleeping Broadway.Does the actors union know about this?
WALK to the left DON'T WALK to the right: on Broadway, directions don't look so bright. Autoghosts keep the pace for the cabman's early mobile race.
There's something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.With a baa baa here and a baa baa there, here a baa there a baa everywhere a baa baa....
Nightime's flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore take down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
The gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The trucker's eyes read 'Overload'
Enough of thisDitto
- our hero is moving up the subway stairs into day-
Look! A West Side Story extra!
light. Beneath his leather jacket he holds a spray gun which has left the message R-A-E-L in big letters on the wall leading underground. It may not mean much to you
It doesn't.
but to Rael it is part of the process going towards 'making a name for yourself.' When you're not even a pure-bred Puerto Rican the going gets tough and the tough
Go back to bed?
Go shopping?
gets going.
Oh.
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
With casual sideways glances along the wet street, he checks the motion in the steam to look for potential obstruction. Seeing none, he strides along the sidewalk, past the drugstore with iron guard being removed to reveal the smile of the toothpaste girl, past the nightladies and past Patrolman Frank Leonowich (48, married, two kids)Also likes camping, fishing, and long walks on the beach. And doughnuts. He is a cop after all.
who stands in the doorway of the wig-store. Patrolman Leonowich looks at Rael in much the same way that other Patrolmen look at him,
With unbridled lust!
and Rael only just hides that he is hiding something. Meanwhile from out of the steam a lamb lies down.
What is this? Animal Kingdom?
This lamb has nothing whatsoever to do with Rael, or any other lamb - it just lies down on Broadway.
Then why the hell is it in this story?
The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.
Somehow it's lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
There's no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Wipes his gun - he's forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabman's velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder women you can draw your blind!
Don't look at me! I'm not your kind.
I'm Rael!Sorry, who? I didn't catch it what with you screaming in my ear.
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,Can you say "foreshadowing?"
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway -
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say there's always magic in the air.Hey, I didn't know Peter Gabriel wrote that!
Oh no! We've been transported to a tacky Holiday Inn lounge! "At the copa, copacabana!" Everybody now!
The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a balloon into Times Square.
Maybe it's just me, but I always thought balloons traditionally went the other way.
It rests on the ground and shapes itself into a hard edged flat surface, which solidifies and extends itself all the way East and West along 47th Street and reaching up to the dark sky. As the wall takes up its tension it becomes a screen showing what had existed in three dimensions, on the other side just a moment before. The image flickers and then cracks like painted clay and the wall silently moves forward, absorbing everything in its path. The unsuspecting New Yorkers are apparently blind to what is going on.
This is New York! Only tourists look up!
There's something solid forming in the air,
They call it "smog".
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.
Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he dares to take a look, the wall has moved another block. At the moment when he thinks he's maintaining his distance from the wall, the wind blows hard and cold slowing down his speed. The wind increases, dries the wet street and picks up the dust off the surface, throwing it into Rael's face. More and more dirt is blown up and it begins to settle on Rael's skin and clothes, making a solid layered coat that brings him gradually to a terrified stillness. A sitting duck.[In a Donald Duck voice]"I can't move! Aaaaaaaaaaaa!"
The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes."And I just got new contact lenses too."
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move inBut it's a light, flaky, tender crust, because it was made with Crisco.
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.
And now this video montage is brought to you by the American Classic Movie Channel.
The moment of impact bursts through the silence and in a roar of sound, the final second is prolonged in a world of echoes as if the concrete and clay of Broadway itself was reliving its memories. The last great march past. Newsman stands limp as a whimper as audience and event are locked as one. Bing Crosby coos "You don't have to feel pain to sing the blues, you don't have to holla - you don't feel a thing in your dollar collar."
Bing Crosby the old grizzled bluesman and not the doe-eyed crooner.
Martin Luther King cries "Everybody Sing!" and rings the grand old liberty bell. Leary, weary of his prison cell, walks on heaven, talks on hell. J.F.K. gives the O.K. to shoot us, sipping Orange Julius and Lemon Brutus.
Welcome to Remedial Rhyming 101.
Bare breasted cowboy double decks the triple champion. Who needs Medicare and the 35c flat rate fare, when Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are dancing through the air?
Who needs drugs when you're Peter Gabriel?
Give me the Medicare and flat rates any day.
From Broadway Melody stereotypes the band returns to 'Stars and Stripes' bringing a tear to the moonshiner, who's been pouring out his spirit from the illegal still. The pawn broker clears the noisy till and clutches his lucky dollar bill.
Wait a minute. That's not a dollar, there's a picture of the Queen on it. Who's doing continuity here?
Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce,And Lester Banks, birthday party, cheesecake, jellybean boom!
Wait...wrong song...
declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall Mcluhan, casual viewin',Now *that's* a tricky rhyme!
head buried in the sand.
Hey, even ostriches have feelings!
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing.
Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul foodI'm assuming this doesn't come with a James Brown seal of approval then.
and the band plays 'In the Mood'
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand,
there's a smell of peach blossom and bitter almonde.
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade,
he knows in a scent, you can bottle all you made.But you can only make one hundred gallons per adult over 21 in your household.
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes,
smiling at the majorettes smoking Winston Cigarettes.Wait--who's smoking the cigarettes, the cheerleaders or Howard?
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
with needles; needles and pins.
Then the blackout.
Is the show over yet?
No, guess not.
Rael regains consciousness in some musky half-light. He is warmly wrapped in some sort of cocoon. The only sound he can hear is dripping water which appears to be the source of a pale flickering light. He guesses he must be in some sort of cave - or kooky tomb,
If there's one word to describe a tomb, it's "kooky".
It's creepy and it's kooky, mysterious and spooky, it's altogether ooky, the tomb with a cocoon.
Kooky cocoon, have I come to too soon...
or catacomb, or eggshell waiting to drop from the bone of the womb.
Wrapped up in some powdered wool - I guess I'm losing touch.
Don't tell me this is dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much.
The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
Some kind of jam?Strawberry, perhaps?
Cuckoo Cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
There's nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I've known.
With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone,
And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real,
But I feel good.Ooh, kinky.
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked in some Brooklyn jail
- or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale.
No - I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave.
what could've saved me?
Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
Resigning himself to the unknown he drifts off into sleep.Let's see, he wakes up, sings, and blacks out again. Whatta character! Whatta movie!
Yeah, action packed.
[startled] Huh? Wha? Did I miss anything?
Go back to sleep.
I got sunshine in my stomach
I know a good gastroenterologist who could do wonders for that.
Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
Words from a kinder, gentler 90's New York gang member.
I got sunshine in my stomach
But I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
Sleep, deep in the deep.
He wakes in a cold sweat with a strong urge to vomit.I know just how he feels.
He just read the script for this movie.
There's no sign of the cocoon and he can see more of the cave about him.
Conveinent plot device.
There is much more of the glowing water dripping from the roof and stalactites and stalagmites are forming and decomposing at an alarming rate all around him.
Wait--does rock decompose?
Rockface moves to press my skin
White liquid turn sour within
Turn fast - turn sour
Turn sweat - turn sour.
Must tell myself that I'm not here.
I'm drowning in a liquid fear.
Bottled in a strong compression,
My distortion shows obsession
In the cave.
Get me out of this cave!
As fear and shock register, he assures himself that self-control will provide some security, but this thought is abandoned as the stalactites and stalagmites lock into a fixed position, forming a cage whose bars are moving in towards him.If I keep my self-control,
But I thought you had "No Self Control"!
I'll be safe in my soul.
And the childhood belief
Brings a moment's relief,
But my cynic soon returnsAnd puts a stop to this nonsense?
And the lifeboat burns.
What lifeboat? does anybody remember a lifeboat?
My spirit just never learns.
Stalactites, stalagmites
Shut me in, lock me tight.
Lips are dry, throat is dry.
Feel like burning, stomach churning,I'd go see a doctor about that.
My doctor said "Mylanta"
That gastro guy, I'm telling you, he's the best!
I'm dressed up in a white costume
Padding out leftover room.
Body stretching, feel the wretching
In the cage
Get me out of the cage!
At one moment there is a flash of light and he sees an infinite network of cages all strung together by a ropelike material.Like, maybe.....rope?
Dental Floss?
Silly string?
In the glare of a light,
I see a strange kind of sight;
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far;
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings,
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
As the rocky bars press in on Rael's body, he sees his brother JohnWait a minute. One's called Rael the other one's called John. Same parents? I think not!
outside, looking in. John's face is motionless despite screams for help, but in his vacant expression a tear of blood forms and trickles down his cheek.
Crybaby!
Then he calmly walks away leaving Rael to face the pains which are beginning to sweep through his body.
With relatives like this, who needs enemies?
One of them's adopted. My money's on Rael.
Outside the cage I see my Brother John,
He turns his head so slowly round.And round and round...he's posessed!
I cry out Help! before he can be gone,
And he looks at me without a sound.
And I shout out 'John please help me!'
But he does not even want to try to speak.
I'm helpless in my violent rage
And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek,
And I watch him turn away and leave the cage.Quick, name two classic oldies.
My little runaway.
(Raindrops keep failing on my head, they keep falling on my...)Thank you.
In a trap, feel a strap
Holding still. Pinned for kill.
Chances narrow that I'll make it,
In the cushioned straight-jacket.Do you think maybe the straitjacket is on you for a reason?
Just like 22nd Street,
They got me by my neck and feet.
Pressures building, can't take more.
My headaches charge, earaches roar.
In this pain
Get me out of this pain.
If I could change to liquid,
I could fill the cracks up in the rocks.If you were liquid, you'd just be a puddle on the floor! Big improvement!
I know that I am solid
And I am my own bad luck.Oh, quit your bitchin' and moanin'!
However, just as John walks out of sight, the cage dissolves and Rael is left spinning like a top.
Outside John disappears, my cage dissolves,See, what did I tell you?
without any reason my body revolves.
Keep on turning,
Keep on turning,
Turning around,
spinning around.
(round, round, round, round...)Is anyone else in the theater feeling dizzy?
When all this revolution is over, he sits down on a highly polished floor
The gods of plot contrivance strike again.
while his dizziness fades away. It is an empty modern hallway and the dreamdoll saleslady sits at the reception desk. Without prompting she goes into her rap:
How to Succeed In Business Without Really Trying
"This is the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, those you are about to see are all in for servicing, except for a small quantity of our new product, in the second gallery. It is all the stock required to cover the existing arrangements of the enterprise. Different batches are distributed to area operators, and there are plenty of opportunities for the large investor. They stretch from the costly care-conditioned to the most reasonable mal-nutritioned. We find here that everyone's looks become them. Except for the low market mal-nutritioned, each is provided with a guarantee for a successful birth and trouble free infancy. There is however only a small amount of variable choice potential - not too far from the mean differential. You see, the roof has predetermined the limits of action of any group of packages, but individuals may move off the path if their diversions are counter-balanced by others."
Great...now it's Zen and the Art of Business
"It's the last great adventure left to mankind"
- Screams a drooping lady
offering her dreamdolls at less than extortionate prices,
and as the notes and coins are taken out
I'm taken in, to the factory floor.Notes and coins? So how long have you lived in New York City, Rael?
for the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.
Got people stocked in every shade,Even hunter green? That'll match my kitchen tile...
Must be doing well with trade.
Stamped, addressed, in odd fatality.
That evens out their personality.
With profit potential marked by a sign,
I can recognise some of the production line,
No bite at all in labour bondage,
Just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage.I am stuck on Bandaid.....
Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.
As he wanders along the line of packages, Rael notices a familiarity in some of their faces. He finally comes upon some of the members of his old gang and worries about his own safety. Running out through the factory floor, he catches sight of his brother John with a number 9[Chanting] Number nine, number nine, number nine...
stamped on his forehead.
Actually it was tattooed there after a really bad bachelor party.
The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time;
Empty in their fullness
Like a frozen pantomime.And they all make the sound of one hand clapping.
Everyone's a sales representative
This is starting to resemble Amway.
Wearing slogans in their shrine.
Dishing out failsafe superlative,
Brother John is No. 9.[Chanting] Number nine, number nine, number nine...
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.
The decor on the ceiling
has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will,
so I guess I have to pay,
pay my way,
for the Grand Parade...
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- All ready to use
it's the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging
- I just need a fuse.Hey, we could all do with a fuse. And some C4 explosives.
No-one seems to take up the chase, and with the familiar faces fresh in his mind he moves into a reconstruction of his old life, above ground - Too much time was one thing he didn't need, so he used to cut through it with a little speed. He was better off dead, than slow in the head. His momma and poppa had taken a ride on his back, so he left very quickly to join The Pack.
The Pack? Back in my day, gangs had more creative names.
He was good company for Frank, Deano and Sammy Davis when they went to Reno.
I see faces and traces of home back in New York City -
So you think I'm a tough kid?Not with lines like "I got sunshine in my stomach..."
Is that what you heard?
Well I like to see some action and it gets into my blood.
The call me the trail blazer - Rael - electric razorOoh, that's scary. Rael the Norelco.
Rael the Phillishave. You need a much better nickname, bud.
I'm the pitcher in the chain gang, we don't believe in pain
'cos we're only as strong, yes we're only as strong,
as the weakest link in the chain.
Only after a spell in Pontiac reformatory was he given any respect in the gang.
Let me out of Pontiac when I was just seventeen,I had a Pontiac when I was eighteen. It was hunter green and had a V-8 engine...
I had to get it out of me, if you know what I mean, what I mean.
You say I must be crazy, 'cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit.
But I know it's me that's hitting out and I'm, I'm not full of shit.I beg to differ.
I don't care who I hurt, I don't care who I do wrong.
This is your mess I'm stuck in, I really don't belong.
When I take out my bottle, filled up high with gasoline,Ladies and gentlemen, I think we've found the source of these hallucinations.....
You can tell by the night fires where Rael has been, has been.
Now, walking back home after a raid, he was cuddling a sleeping porcupine.Q: How do you cuddle a porcupine? A:Very carefully.
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair,
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.Or you can use Nair.
Or a Norelco. Isn't he the Electric Razor?
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
Off we go...
You're sitting in your comfort you don't believe I'm real,
You cannot buy protection from the way that I feel.
Your progressive hypocrites hand out their trash,
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash.
And I've tasted all the strongest meats,
And laid them down in coloured sheets (laid them down in coloured sheets).The old technicolor yawn, huh?
Who needs illusion of love and affection
When you're out walking the streets with your mainline connection? connection.
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair.
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No time.
That night he pictured the removal of his hairy heart and to the accompaniment of very romantic music he watched it being shaved smooth by an anonymous stainless steel razor.
As opposed to a named stainless steel razor?
Gillette didn't come through with the sponsorship deal.
The palpitating cherry-red organ
Ooooh, now this is getting interesting.....
was returned to its rightful place and began to beat faster
Oh, that organ.
as it led our hero, counting out time, through his first romantic encounter.
We see Rael bounce out of a Barnes and Nobles with a yellow IDG book of Erogenous Zones for Dummies.
Ooh, where could I get a copy of that?
I just said Barnes and Noble. You're not paying attention!
Give him a break, he's captivated by the stunning intricacies of the plot!
I'm counting out time,
Got the whole thing down by numbers.Well, you paint by numbers, I guess you could.....oh, never mind.
All those numbers!
Give me guidance!
O Lord I need that now.Looking for divine intervention?
"Lord, tell me what I need to do to get some good sex around here..."
Do you think there's a patron saint of trying to get laid?
The day of judgement's come,
And you can bet that I've been resting,
for this testing,
Digesting every word the experts say.Like Dr. Ruth?
Erogenous zones I love you.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?I refuse to answer on the grounds that I may incriminate myself.
I suspect one of us here is not the master of his or her domain...[Looks over at Merc]
Found a girl I wanted to date,
Thought I'd better get it straight.Get it straight? I think it already is, or you wouldn't be having this problem!
Went to buy a book before it's too late.
Don't leave nothing to fate.
I studied every line, every page in the book,"If only I could read!"
Now, I've got the real thing here, I'm gonna take a look, take a look.
This is Rael!
I'm counting out time, hoping it goes like I planned it,
'cos I understand it. Look! I've found the hotspots, Figs 1-9.- still counting out time, got my finger on the button,
"Don't say nuttin - just lie there still
And I'll get you turned on just fine."What? No dinner and a movie?
Erogenous zones I love you.
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Touch and go with 1-6.
Bit of trouble in zone No. 7.
Gotta remember all of my tricks.
There's heaven ahead in No. 11!Does this book have any disclaimer?
Getting crucial responses, dilation of the pupils.
Rael, honey, I think we need to have a little talk.
"Honey get hip! It's time to unzip, to unzip, zip, zip-a-zip-a-zip. Whipee!"
(Take it away Mr. Guitar)It's always crucial to bring along a guitar player on a first date for just this purpose.
- Move over Casanova -
I'm counting out time, reaction none to happy,No shit, Sherlock. You don't get bonus points for speed.
Hehe! I'll say!
Please don't slap me,
I'm a red blooded male and the book said I could not fail.
I'm counting out time, I got unexpected distress from my mistress,
I'll get my money back from the bookstore right away.I don't think so...the book is all dirty now.
Erongenous zones I question you -
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, what would a poor boy do?
Without you, mankind handkinds thru' the blues.At least it's reliable. And cheap.
He returns from his mixed-up memories
You mean all of that was just a dream sequence? I feel cheated!
to the passage he was previously stuck in. This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.Barbecued salmander, anyone?
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to a void.
The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats.Who was your interior decorator?
Further down the corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling. With broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging, Rael rushes to talk to them.
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
"What's going on?" he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and replies "It's a long time yet before the dawn." A sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying "Don't ask him, the monk is drunk. Each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there." Not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door. Behind a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.Any of those strongest meats still around? I'm getting a little peckish.
Here's a barbecued salamander...
Or how about some lamb?
There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.Try No.11 again!
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. It is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. There is a large crowd, huddled in various groups.
28, 34....Hike!
From the shouting, Rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. Their voices get louder and louder until Rael screams "Shut up!"
Yeah! I'm trying to watch a movie!
There is a momentary silence and then Rael finds himself the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. Bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. Rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.
At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,
running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
but the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,Says Rael from New York City...
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
He'll smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Don't need any shield,
When you're out in the field.Unless it's a battlefield....
But down here,
I'm so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that I've walked through
Brings me back here again,
I've got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
and they're all calling out my name,Tommy can you hear me?
Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,How did they get here?
They're here to tell Rael he's adopted.
Like everyone else they're pointing
XYZ, PDQ!
But nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.Well if you can't trust your parents...
Hey, according to you they're not his parents.
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He won't take me for a ride.
Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.
I'd give you all of my dreams, if you'd help me,
Find a door
That doesn't lead me back again
- take me away.
He stands by a middle-aged woman, with a very pale skin who is quietly talking to herself.
He sensibly does his best to avoid her.
He discovers she is blind and asking for a guide. "What's the use of a guide if you got nowhere to go" asks Rael. "I've got somewhere to go," she replies "if you take me through the noise, I'll show you. I'm a creature of the caves and I follow the way the breezes blow."
If she can follow the breeze, why does she need a guide?
He leads her across the room and they leave the crowd, who dismiss their departure as certain to fail.
The chamber was in confusion - all the voices shouting loud.
I could only just hear, a voice quite near say,
"Please help me through the crowd"
'Said if I helped her thru' she could help me too,
but I could see that she was wholly blind.
But from her pale face and her pale skin, a moonlight shined.
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna lead you right.But you'll go 'round in circles.
And you'll fly high like a bird up in the sky....sorry, couldn't help myself.
When through the door, the woman leads Rael down the tunnel. The light of the chamber soon fades and despite her confident step Rael often stumbles in the darkness.
After a long walk they arrive in what Rael judges to be a big round cave,He knows this, but he can't see. Yeah. Right.
and she speaks a second time asking him to sit down. It feels like a cold stone throne.
"Rael, sit here. They will come for you soon. Don't be afraid." And failing to explain any more she walks off. He faces his fear once again.Thanks a lot for nothing, lady.
When I'd led her through the people, the angry noise began to grow.
She said "Let me feel the way the breezes blow,
and I'll show you where to go."
So I followed her into a big round cave, she said
"They're coming for you, now don't be afraid."
Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne, carved in jade.Make up your mind! Is is stone or is it jade?
He's got a very sensitive butt--he can tell what it is through his jeans!
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna take you thru' the tunnel of night.
Lilywhite Lilith,
She gonna lead you right.No left! LEFT!
A tunnel is lit up to the left of him, and he begins to shake. As it grows brighter, he hears a non-metallic whirring sound. The light is getting painfully bright, reflecting as white off the walls until his vision is lost in a sort of snow blindness.
She leaves me in my darkness,
I have to face, face my fear,
And the darkness closes in on me,
I can hear a whirring sound growing near.
I can see the corner of the tunnel,
Lit up by whatever's coming here.
Two golden globes float into the room
And a blaze of white light fills the air.
This isn't a waiting room! There's no old magazines or Musak.
Um, you guys, is this, I mean, is this supposed to be music, or what?
He panics, feels around for a stone and hurls it at the brightest point. The sound of breaking glass echoes around the cave. As his vision is restored he catches sight of two golden gloves about one foot in diameter hovering away down the tunnel. When they disappear a resounding crack sears across the roof, and it collapses all around him. Our hero is trapped once again.
"This is it" he thinks, failing to move any of the fallen rocks.
All the pumping's nearly over for my sweet heart,
This is the one for me,
Time to meet the chef,And his chocolate salty balls.
[As the Swedish Chef] Bork bork bork!
O boy! running man is out of death.
Feel cold and old, it's getting hard to catch my breath.
's back to ash, 'now, you've had your flash boy'
The rocks, in time, compress
your blood to oil,
your flesh to coal,
enrich the soil,
not everybody's goal.Well, actually it is, if you think about it.
Anyway, they say she comes on a pale horse,
But I'm sure I hear a train.
O boy! I don't even feel no pain -
I guess I must be driving myself insane.It's not a long drive for you, Rael.
Damn it all! does earth plug a hole in heaven,
Huh?
Or heaven plug a hole in earth - 'how wonderful to be so profound,
Profound must mean something else in your dictionary.
when everything you are is dying underground.'
There's not much spectacle for an underground creoleHe's not creole...he's half Puerto Rican!
John must be the creole.
as he walks through the gates of Sheol. "I would have preferred to have been jettisoned into a thousand pieces in space, or filled with helium and floated above a mausoleum. This is no way to pay my last subterranean homesick dues.
If it weren't for the fact that Bob Dylan is still alive, he'd be spinning in his grave right now.
Anyway I'm out of the hands of any pervert embalmer doing his interpretation of what I should look like, stuffing his cotton wool in my cheeks."
I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow.
I could have been exploding in space
Different orbits for my bones
Not me, just quietly buried in stones,
Keep the deadline open with my maker!
See me stretch; for God's elastic acre
The doorbell rings and its
"Good morning Rael
So sorry you had to wait.Quick, early obscure Beatles song.
It won't be long, yeah!
Very good.
She's very rarely late."
Exhausted by all this conjecture, our hero gets the chance in a lifetime to meet his hero: Death. Death is wearing a light disguise, he made the outfit himself.
I thought his Aunt made it for him as a Christmas gift.
He calls it the "Supernatural Anaesthetist." Death likes meeting people and wants to travel. Death approaches Rael with his special cannister, releases a puff, and appears to walk away content into the wall.
Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist.
If he wants you to snuff it,
All he has to do is puff it
- he's such a fine dancer.I don't see any sly references to drugs, here. Do you?
MST3K Does the Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, part 2