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(The tabs go up. POP is sitting alone on a dark stage, reading a magazine. He takes out a recording device and speaks into it) |
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Pop: |
Central state library, stardate (whatever the date is plus 300 years). I must make haste, for I fear my arrest is imminent. Although I never discovered the exact day on which the music died, it is clear to me that an ancient entertainment phenomenon known as Pop Idol played a central role. It seems that the Globalsoft Corporation acquired the franchise and replaced the human contestants with computer generated cyber celebrities. With no cultural stimulation, the kids stopped caring. Democratic government collapsed - and the age of GaGa had dawned. |
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(A green cage of laser light appears around POP. KHASHOGGI and two MINIONS appear behind him) |
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Khashoggi: |
Oh my. Oh my, oh my, what's this? Do I see a little silhouetto of a spy? |
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Pop: |
Bummer. |
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Khashoggi: |
Tell me, old man. Why do you concern yourself so much with what is past? |
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Pop: |
Because it is only the past which gives us hope. |
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Khashoggi: |
But you've read the secret histories. Surely you've learnt that there is no hope. |
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Pop: |
There is always hope!
(He waves his arm and burns it in the green laser)
Hope is our birthright! |
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Khashoggi: |
Then where is it? Where is this 'hope'? |
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Pop: |
Any way the wind blows. |
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Khashoggi: |
What do you know of the term 'living rock'? |
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Pop: |
No more than that which the legend promises. That salvation is to be found there, at the place of the champions, and that a bright, bright star will show the way! |
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Khashoggi: |
Oh, god, I hate hippies! Consign this miserable creature to the Seven Seas of Rhye.
(the MINIONS put an orange helmet on POP's head) |
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Pop: |
Make love, not war!
(POP and the MINIONS descend into the stage. KHASHOGGI waits to one side for a moment to watch the school steps slide on stage, then leaves. Standing on the steps are three TEACHERS and the GAGA KIDS) |
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Teachers and Kids: |
We sit alone and watch your light
Our only friend, through teenage nights
And everything we want to get
We download from the internet
No need to think, no need to feel
When only cyberspace is real
It makes us laugh
It makes us cry
It makes us feel like we can fly
(Globalsoft)
Hope to record our life online
Touch any key, the world is mine
We're lost in space
But we don't care
Without your light our world's not there
Complete control, you are the power
Our lives are programmed by the hour
Globalsoft (Globalsoft)
All we hear is radio Ga Ga
Video Goo Goo
Internet Ga Ga
All we hear is cyberspace Ga Ga
Marketing Blah Blah
Always something new
Globalsoft, all your world loves you
We watch our shows
We watch your stars
Across our screens for hours and hours
We hardly need our eyes or ears
We just log on and dreams appear
(Globalsoft)
We're not alone
We have our friends
On cyber love we can depend
So stick around cos we'd all miss you
We need our graphics
Need our visual
Complete control, you are the power
We use our lives up by the hour
Globalsoft (Globalsoft)
All we hear is radio Ga Ga
Video Goo Goo
Internet Ga Ga
All we hear is cyberspace Ga Ga
Marketing Blah Blah
Always something new
Globalsoft, all your world loves you
Loves you
(GALILEO comes on stage and lurks behind the pillars) |
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Voice: |
Students of Virtual High, school's out. Get out there and have some fun. |
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Gaga Kids: |
Hurrah! Hurrah!
(the KIDS and two of the TEACHERS leave the stage. One TEACHER remains and addresses GALILEO) |
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Teacher: |
Hey mate, go out and celebrate! School's finished - your life is just beginning! |
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Galileo: |
G-g-good! The s-s-sooner it begins the s-s-sooner it's over with. |
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Teacher: |
Oh, come on, mate! You have so much potential. You could get a job in any division of Globalsoft you choose, yeah? How about - music programming! |
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Galileo: |
I don't want to programme music. I want to make music, real music, my own music! |
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Teacher: |
Hey mate! Cool it! Now listen, www/Gordon@theJoneses.com. |
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(everyone in the audience who's even vaguely internet-savvy cringes) |
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Galileo: |
My name is Galileo Figaro. |
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Teacher: |
No, nobody is called Galileo Figaro. Where on Planet Mall did you come up with that? |
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Galileo: |
I found it. In a dream. I have these dreams, see….and I hear noises. Screeching, thudding, b-b-banging noises….and words. Words just drop into my head. Too many words. Help - I need somebody. (GALILEO clutches at TEACHER) Help! Not just anybody! |
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Teacher: |
I understand. I feel your pain. But come on, mate! You live in a perfect world. What more could you possibly want? |
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Galileo: |
I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self-satisfied, I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free
(TEACHER exits, shaking her head)
I've fallen in love
I've fallen in love for the first time
In love with a world that's for real
I've fallen in love, yeah
God knows, God knows I've fallen in love
It's strange but it's true
I know I'm different and there's some things I have to do
But I have to be sure
When I walk out that door
Oh how I want to be free, baby
Oh yeah, I've got to be free
Oh yeah, I want to break free
This existence is wrong
I can't get used to living without, living without
Living without hope, it's a lie
I don't want to live alone
God knows, I've got to make it on my own
So people can't you see
God knows I've got to
God knows I need to
God knows I want to break free
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(green laser cage appears around GALILEO. KHASHOGGI and TEACHER enter stage right) |
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Khashoggi: |
You say this boy wants to make his own music? |
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Teacher: |
Yes. The little freak says he hears it in his dreams. |
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Khashoggi: |
And he is aware that music other than that programmed by the Globalsoft Corporation is illegal? The act of an individual? |
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Teacher: |
Of course - but he doesn't care. |
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Khashoggi: |
Has he ever tried to make a musical instrument? |
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Teacher: |
Once, in technicial studies. He was caught trying to stretch plastic string across an empty lunchbox. |
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Khashoggi: |
Did he….pluck it? |
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Teacher: |
Yes, but claims he didn't know why. |
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Khashoggi: |
I think I shall have to talk to this boy.
(the green lasers disappear and GALILEO sinks into the floor) |
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Teacher: |
Goodbye - mate! |
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Khashoggi: |
Are there any other potential Bohemians in this year's graduation group, or is he the only one? |
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Teacher: |
I'm sorry to have to report that there is one other. A repulsive creature - a girl. |
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(SCARAMOUCHE enters on the school steps stage left, as KHASHOGGI and TEACHER exit stage right) |
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Scaramouche: |
I want to break free
I want to break free
I want to break free from your lies
You're so self-satisfied, I don't need you
I've got to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free
(five GAGA GIRLS enter. They're all wearing different colours so that's how we'll identify them) |
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Purple: |
Check out the weirdo, girls! |
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Yellow: |
Don't your mum download you anything decent to wear? |
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Scaramouche: |
I make my own fashion statements! |
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Purple: |
What's today's statement, then? 'Hello, I'm a pathetic ugly little zero?' |
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Blue: |
How will you ever get with one of the boys from the boyzone dressed up like some sort of freak? |
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Green: |
You're a disgrace to the GaGa girls! |
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Scaramouche: |
I ain't no GaGa girl! And I'm not interested in the kind of boys-r-us, duh-brain zone-clones you hang out with! |
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Pink: |
You are such a sad loner! |
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Scaramouche: |
Well, you sure are right about that - bitch! |
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GaGas: |
Oooh! |
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Scaramouche: |
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
(laughter from GAGA GIRLS) |
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Scaramouche: |
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet (take a look at yourself)
Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry)
Lord, what you doing to me
I spent all my years to believe in you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord
Somebody (somebody), ooh somebody (somebody)
Can anybody find me somebody to love
|
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Purple: |
Somebody to love you? Yeah, right! |
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Blue: |
Hello! That is SO not going to happen. |
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Purple: |
Stop daydreaming and get a virtual life! |
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Scaramouche (& GaGas): |
I work hard (she works hard)
Every day of my life
I work till I ache in my bones
At the end (at the end of the day)
I take home my broken heart all on my own
I get down (down) on my knees (knees)
And I start to pray (praise the lord)
Till the tears run down from my eyes (oooh)
Oh somebody (somebody), ooh somebody (somebody)
Can anybody find me somebody to love
Everyday (everyday)
I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm going crazy
They say I got a lot of water on my brain
I got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah!
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat (You just keep losing and losing!)
I'm OK, I'm all right (she's ok - she's all right)
And I ain't gonna face no defeat
I just gotta get out of this prison cell (prison cell)
One day I'm gonna be free, Lord!
(Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love)
Find me, find me oh...
(somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Somebody find me somebody to love)
Can anybody find me somebody to love
Somebody to love!
(KHASHOGGI and two MINIONS enter. GAGA GIRLS scatter and exit) |
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Khashoggi: |
How very touching, young lady. But surely you understand that the company loves you. Arrest her.
(the MINIONS grab SCARAMOUCHE and they sink into the floor. KHASHOGGI leaves. Video screens come down displaying the words 'GLOBALSOFT BOARDROOM') |
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Voice: |
Workers of Globalsoft - junior executives, senior executives, vice-presidents, presidents, chairmen, chairwomen, chairtransexuals and chair-androgynous-artificially-created-lifeforms. Please prepare to welcome the chief executive officer of Globalsoft planet-wide - KillerQueen@Globalsoft.com/theWorld
(audience cringes anew as a chorus of YES THINGS enters) |
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Yes Things: |
She keeps Moet et Chandon
In her pretty cabinet
'Let them eat cake' she says
Find me on the internet
A built-in remedy
For Kruschev and Kennedy
At anytime an invitation
You can't decline
Caviar and cigarettes
Well versed in etiquette
Extraordinarily nice
She's a Killer Queen
Gunpowder gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
Recommended at the price
Insatiable in appetite
Wanna try?
(KILLER QUEEN rises through the floor)
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Killer Queen: |
To avoid complications
I never keep the same address
In conversation I email like a baroness
Met a man from China
Went down to Geisha Minah
But then again incidentally
If you're that way inclined
Perfume came virtually from Paris
For cars I couldn't care less
Fastidious and precise
I'm a
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+ Yes Things: |
Killer Queen
Gunpowder gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime
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Killer Queen: |
Drop of a hat I'm as willing as
Playful as a pussycat
Then momentarily out of action
Temporarily out of gas
To absolutely drive you wild, wild
I'm out to get you
Commander Khashoggi!
(KHASHOGGI enters stage right)
The Globalsoft board and I have been discussing your recent security memo. We want answers. Can you hear me? Is the resistance destroyed? |
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Khashoggi: |
Yes - and no, ma'am. |
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Killer Queen: |
What? |
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Khashoggi: |
Yes, I can hear you. No, the resistance is not destroyed. |
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Killer Queen: |
Well, what of the old librarian you've been torturing? Do you take the text that he discovered seriously? |
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Khashoggi: |
Yes, ma'am, I'm afraid I do.
(shocked gasp from YES THINGS. Raised eyebrow from KILLER QUEEN)
The legend clearly stated that musical instruments still exist somewhere on Planet Mall, at the place of champions, hidden within the living rock. |
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Killer Queen: |
But which rock, and where? The whole damn planet's a rock, if you didn't know! |
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Yes Things: |
Ha ha! |
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Killer Queen: |
And what of this shining star that is supposed to guide us? I have had the company's finest astronomers combing the heavens for months. There is no new star! |
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Khashoggi: |
Not that we've spotted, ma'am, certainly. |
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Killer Queen: |
Well, star or no star, I intend to blast every rock on Planet Mall to smithereens, just in case! Stonehenge. Mount Rushmore. The famed Victoria Beckham Belly Button Diamond. If these grim tools of freedom do exist, I shall find them!
(synchronised double clap from YES THINGS) |
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Khashoggi: |
As always, ma'am, you leave me limp with excitement.
(he leaves) |
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Killer Queen: |
And now, let us return to the real business of Globalsoft. The business of the complete appropriation of the imagination of every kid on Planet Mall. Take a memo! Email to all consumers planetwide. 'Dear everybody in the world - get online you pleasure seekers, and download the Killer Queen!'
Open up your mind and let me step inside
Rest your weary head and let your heart decide
It's so easy when you know the rules
It's so easy all you have to do is fall in love
Play the game
Everybody play the game of love
When you're feeling down and your resistance is low
Take a cyber-shopping trip and let yourself go
Give me your life
Don't play hard to get
It's a free world
All you have to do is fall in love
Play the game
Everybody play the game of love
My game of love has just begun
Love runs from my head down to your toes
My love is pumping through your veins
(Play the game)
Driving you insane
Come, come, play the game
Play the game, play the game, play the game
(the rotaty bit rotates. It looks cool so I thought I'd mention it)
This is your life - don't play hard to get
It's a free free world
All you have to do is fall in love
Play the game
Everybody play the game of love
Of love, of love, of love, of love
(Fade to black. Exit KILLER QUEEN and YES THINGS. Lights up to reveal GALILEO, seated in the green laser cage, and KHASHOGGI and two MINIONS standing behind him) |
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Khashoggi: |
We found your laptop, boy. And read the notes you keep. |
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Galileo: |
So pigs can read! You'll be flying next. |
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Khashoggi: |
What does 'a-wop-bop-a-loo-bop, a-lop-bam-boo' mean? |
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Galileo: |
Isn't it obvious? It means 'a-wop-bop-a-loo-bop, a-lop-b-b-bam-boo'. |
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Khashoggi: |
Do you really have a girl named Daisy who almost drives you crazy? |
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Galileo: |
Of course! And she knows how to love me, yes indeed, you don't know what she's doin' to me… |
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Khashoggi: |
Then where is she? What is her email address? How does she love you? How does she drive you crazy? Is she a drug pusher? |
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Galileo: |
You're madder than I am, pig! There is no girl named Daisy! I wish there was….I just wrote it, that's all. It appeared in my head! |
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Khashoggi: |
Don't play games with me, boy! I'll make you wish you'd never been born! |
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Galileo: |
Don't you think I wish that every day? |
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Minion 1: |
Where is Penny Lane? |
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Minion 2: |
What are the Strawberry Fields? |
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Khashoggi: |
'Under ground, over ground, wombling free'. What means this dark and cryptic text, boy? |
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Galileo: |
I wish I knew! Oh, sweet mother, I wish I knew….
(KHASHOGGI gestures and the 'cage' round GALILEO disappears) |
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Khashoggi: |
Tell me, Galileo, do you know what a 'bohemian' is? |
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Galileo: |
Haven't you got it yet? I don't know what anything is! |
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Khashoggi: |
Excellent, excellent! I think I've found you just in time!
(more MINIONS appear at the back of the stage, wheeling a gurney) |
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Minion 1: |
The Seven Seas of Rhye, Commander? |
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Khashoggi: |
No, not yet. Eventually, yes. But first I think this boy may have his uses!
(the MINIONS pick GALILEO up, sit him on the gurney, and wheel it off)
Khashoggi to Killer Queen!
(the video screen descends, depicting KILLER QUEEN. Hands are primping her hair) |
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Killer Queen: |
Yes, Commander? |
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Khashoggi: |
Good news, ma'am! |
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Killer Queen: |
It had better be; I'm having my hair done. (to one side) Get me a skinny latte! (hands disappear) So? |
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Khashoggi: |
I believe the last of the remaining rebels will soon be within my clutches, ma'am! |
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Killer Queen: |
Then you must crush them without mercy! |
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Khashoggi: |
My, my, ma'am, you are an eager beaver. |
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Killer Queen: |
Just leave my eager beaver out of this! We were discussing the rebels. |
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Khashoggi: |
Yes. The last thing we want to do is worry the GaGa kids. Particularly now, with summer upon us once more. |
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Killer Queen: |
There are no seasons in the virtual world, Commander! |
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Khashoggi: |
Not online, ma'am, but sadly the physical world still exists. It's hot out there - hot, and edgy. The rivers are drying up, the lakes are evaporating, and resistance is growing. |
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Killer Queen: |
The bohemians! |
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Khashoggi: |
But of course, ma'am! |
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Killer Queen: |
Who are these people? What do they want? |
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Khashoggi: |
Oh, they want it all, ma'am, and they want it now. They want their 'rhapsody'. |
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Killer Queen: |
That is a prescribed word, Commander! No such state of being exists! |
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Khashoggi: |
Not yet - |
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Killer Queen: |
Not ever! The bohemian rhapsody is a myth! A myth, do you hear me? Have you not reported that the euphoria they seek can only be unleashed through music? Real, live music? |
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Khashoggi: |
That is certainly what they believe, ma'am. |
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Killer Queen: |
Then there will be no rhapsody! For there are no instruments left on Planet Mall! And the kids will never, ever make their own music again!!
(evil laughter. Intro to 'Death on Two Legs' plays. The video screen ascends and KHASHOGGI exits. MINIONS wheel on two gurneys and depart. GALILEO is lying on one (stage left) and SCARAMOUCHE on the other (stage right). They are toe to toe, lying down with bandages round their heads. They see each other and sit up) |
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Galileo: |
Hey! G-g-gaGa girl! Who are you? |
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Scaramouche: |
I ain't no GaGa girl! And I don't answer questions. Who're you? |
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Galileo: |
I'm - I don't know who I am. But my name is Galileo Figaro. |
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Scaramouche: |
Cool name. |
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Galileo: |
Thank you! |
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Scaramouche: |
I wasn't being serious. Mind if I shorten it? |
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Galileo: |
Well, I suppose 'Galileo' would be - |
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Scaramouche: |
So, Gazza, tell me, why were you arrested? |
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Galileo: |
Well, because I hear sounds in my head. Words and sounds. I'm mad, you see. |
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Scaramouche: |
I was arrested because they don't like the way I dress! |
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Galileo: |
I think you dress beautifully. |
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Scaramouche: |
That's nice. 'Cept coming from a self-confessed nutter, not. So what sounds do you hear? |
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Galileo: |
I don't know - |
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Scaramouche: |
Do you know anything? |
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Galileo: |
Yes, I - I know I'm different! That's why the boys in the boyzone hate me. |
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Scaramouche: |
The GaGa girls hate me. |
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Galileo: |
Well, do you know why they hate you? |
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Scaramouche: |
Yeah, they think I'm a lesbian because I don't wear pastels. |
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Galileo: |
No, they hate you because they're scared of you. Because you're different - you're an individual. |
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Scaramouche: |
What do you think they did to us? |
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Galileo: |
I don't know! |
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Scaramouche: |
Do you think they'll ever give up? And just leave us alone? |
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Galileo: |
Don't you see? We're a threat! A virus on their hard drive. And they won't give up until they've pointed their little arrow at us… |
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Scaramouche: |
…and dragged us to trash! |
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Both: |
Pressure! Pushing down on me
Pressing down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure |
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Galileo: |
That brings a building down
Splits a family in two |
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Scaramouche: |
Puts people on streets
Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be |
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Galileo: |
De day oh
Ee day oh |
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Scaramouche: |
That's okay |
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Galileo: |
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about |
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Scaramouche: |
Watching some good friends screaming |
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Both: |
Let me out! |
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Galileo: |
Pray tomorrow gets me higher |
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Both: |
Pressure on people, people on streets |
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Galileo: |
Day day de mm hm
Da da da ba ba |
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Scaramouche: |
Okay |
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Galileo: |
Chippin' around - kick my brains around the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee do ba be
Ee da ba ba ba
Um bo bo
Be lap
People on streets - ee da de da de
People on streets - ee da de da de da de da
It's the terror of knowing
What this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming |
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Both: |
Let me out! |
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Galileo: |
Pray tomorrow gets me higher and higher |
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Scaramouche: |
Pressure on people, people on streets |
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Both: |
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on a fence but it don't work |
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Galileo: |
Keep coming up with love but it's all slashed and torn |
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Scaramouche: |
Why - why - why?
(they leap off the gurneys, push them off stage, and rip the bandages from their heads)
Love love love love
|
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Galileo: |
Insanity laughs under pressure we're cracking |
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Scaramouche: |
Can't we give ourselves one more chance |
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Galileo: |
Why can't we give love that one more chance |
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Scaramouche: |
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love, give love |
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Galileo: |
'Cause love's such an old-fashioned word |
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Both: |
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
(they are now at opposite sides of the stage. They turn and start to walk towards each other)
And loves dares you to change our way
Of caring about ourselves
This is our last chance
This is our last dance
|
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Galileo: |
This is ourselves |
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Scaramouche: |
Under pressure |
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Both: |
Under pressure
(standing face to face, they almost kiss but turn away at the last moment)
Pressure |
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Scaramouche: |
So - where do we go? |
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Galileo: |
Well - out into the night! Out into the streets! We're rebels now! 'Cause baby, we were born to run! |
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Scaramouche: |
Don't call me baby! |
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Galileo: |
I'm sorry, it was just a phrase I heard in my head - |
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Scaramouche: |
Yeah? Keep it there.
(they leave. A video screen descends, showing a TV PRESENTER standing in front of Stonehenge) |
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Presenter: |
Stonehenge. Ancient monument to antiquity. Constant and unchanging, its mighty rocks will stand forever -
(Stonehenge explodes, throwing the PRESENTER to one side and off-camera. KILLER QUEEN and KHASHOGGI enters stage right) |
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Khashoggi: |
We've searched the rubble, ma'am. And what's more, no instruments were found. |
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Killer Queen: |
Then we've won, Khashoggi. The bohemians will never achieve their rhapsody. |
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Khashoggi: |
With respect, ma'am, the bohemians remain dangerous. All they need is a leader, that's all it takes. One young rebel, one crazy kid with a dream, a guitar, and a bad-arsed babe to fight for. |
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Killer Queen: |
Could such a hero exist? |
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Khashoggi: |
Oh, but he does already, ma'am. He just doesn't know it yet. He doesn't know himself at all. But I don't know, I've always had a talent for spotting potential. |
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Killer Queen: |
And crushing it! |
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Khashoggi: |
Well, that is my job, ma'am! And with the last dream extinguished, there'll be nothing left on Planet Mall but entirely untrammelled marketing, and completely uncritical consumers. You put them together and what do you get? |
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Killer Queen: |
Alchemy, Khashoggi! Pure alchemy!
One dream, one soul
One prize, one goal
One golden glance of what should be
(enter chorus of YES THINGS) |
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Yes Things: |
It's a kind of magic |
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Khashoggi: |
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win the day |
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Yes Things: |
It's a kind of magic |
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Khashoggi: |
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time |
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Killer Queen: |
The waiting seems eternity
The day has dawned of sanity
Is this a kind of magic? |
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Yes Things: |
It's a kind of magic |
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Both: |
There can't be only one
This reign will last a thousand years
We will live on |
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Killer Queen: |
This flame that burns inside of me
I'm hearing secret harmonies |
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Yes Things: |
It's a kind of magic |
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Killer Queen: |
There rings a bell inside your mind |
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Both: |
We're challenging the doors of time
(rotaty thing does its stuff) |
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Yes Things: |
It's a kind of magic
It's a kind of magic |
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All: |
This is (this is) a kind (a kind) of magic (yeah)
There can't be only one
This - - - - that - - - - a thousand years
Will soon be done
Now we are one!
(fade to black. Stage clears. We hear voices from off stage) |
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Brit: |
It's pretty clear up there, Meat! |
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Meat: |
Are you sure the cops have gone? |
|
Brit: |
I'm going up to the surface! |
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Meat: |
Be careful - I'm coming up too! |
|
Brit: |
No!
(The backdrop is now of a field of streetlamps and there is a broken van to stage right. BRIT enters through a trapdoor stage right. MEAT enters through a trapdoor stage left. BRIT crosses to MEAT)
You are so stubborn! |
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Meat: |
Yeah - but that's what you love about me! |
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Brit: |
So, what we got?
(MEAT drops a rucksack on the ground) |
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Meat: |
Not much. It's mainly plastics and hydrocarbons. But, we got a sheet of tin that we can wobble. Some pebbles that make a nice rattle, and a bottle we can blow across, and a piece of wire to twang. |
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Brit: |
Sweet, sweet music! If only we could find another bit of wood to bang against the one we've got. |
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Meat: |
Yeah!
(she throws her arms round him, then backs off and puts her hands on her hips)
Oh, you naughty boy! I think I've found a piece of wood right here! |
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Brit: |
Oh yeah! No. Your job is to take this stuff back to the Heartbreak. |
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Meat: |
But Brit - |
|
Brit: |
No. I travel alone. You know that. How can I do the things I have to do, if all I'm thinking about is you? |
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Meat: |
Sometimes I wish you didn't care so much about this stuff. Sometimes I wish we'd never even heard of 'the vibe'. |
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Brit: |
You don't mean that! |
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Meat: |
No, I suppose not. But I miss you so much, baby - it's tougher every time you go away. |
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Brit: |
I'll be back - I always come back! And one day, I'll bring the Dreamer with me. |
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Meat: |
Sometimes I think it's us that's dreaming. Perhaps the music really did die. |
|
Brit: |
It's only sleeping, babes! It's in a deep, deep sleep. It won't be me that wakes it - but one day, I'll find the man who can. And if I could just find it, that lost vibe, then we could share our love with the whole world! And you know what we get then, don't you babes? We get it all!
Adventure seeker on an empty street
Just an alley creeper, light on his feet
A young fighter screaming, with no time for doubt
With the pain and anger I can't see a way out
It ain't much I'm asking, I heard him say
Gotta find me a future move out of my way
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now |
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Both: |
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now |
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Meat: |
Listen all you people, come gather round
I'm gonna get me a game plan
Gonna shake you to the ground
But just give me what I know is mine
People do you hear me, just gimme the sign
It ain't much I'm asking, if you want the truth
Here's to the future hear the cry of youth |
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Both: |
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all |
|
Meat: |
And I want it now! |
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Brit: |
I'm a man with a one track mind
So much to do in one lifetime
People do you hear me |
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Meat: |
Not a man for compromise
And wheres and whys and living lies |
|
Brit: |
So I'm living it all |
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Meat: |
Yes I'm living it all |
|
Brit: |
And I'm giving it all |
|
Meat: |
And I'm giving it all |
|
Both: |
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it now
I want it all, I want it all, I want it all, and I want it
I want it, I want it, I want it now
I want it all!
(we hear voices off stage. BRIT and MEAT hide behind the van. GALILEO and SCARAMOUCHE enter from the back of the stage. GALILEO is jumping about enthusiastically, SCARAMOUCHE is just mooching along) |
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Galileo: |
My whole life, I mean all my life, I've always known that I had some kind of purpose, y'know, some special destiny! That has to mean something, surely. |
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Scaramouche: |
Oh, it does. That you're a self-important, arrogant arsehole.
Fine - what 'special destiny'? |
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Galileo: |
It has to do with the stuff I dream. The voices - they always come back to the same thing. Well - I see a big, wide space. And people - people everywhere. And noise - huge, huge noise! And then - then come the words. |
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Scaramouche: |
Ooh, what words? (sarcastic) |
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Galileo: |
'Seek out the place of living rock. A bright, bright star will lead the way. Go to where the champions played!' |
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Scaramouche: |
Sounds like bollocks to me. |
|
Galileo: |
Hey! Y'know, I dreamed a name for you too, I think. |
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Scaramouche: |
How could you do that? I mean, you only met me today. |
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Galileo: |
Yes, but I always knew I'd meet you. I always knew there was another rebel rebel out there, another wild thing. |
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Scaramouche: |
Okay - so what do you want to call me? |
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Galileo: |
Scaramouche. |
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Scaramouche: |
Scaramouche? Isn't that bit - sort of - crap? |
|
Galileo: |
Well, I did dream some others, but frankly I thought it was the best. |
|
Scaramouche: |
What were the others? |
|
Galileo: |
Long tall Sally. Honky-tonk woman. Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Or fat-bottomed girl. |
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Scaramouche: |
Okay, I'll take Scaramouche. Scaramouche! Actually, I quite like it. Sounds kinda anarchic. It's almost like what I think they used to call a 'tune'. |
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Galileo: |
A tune? Yeah…
Scaramouche, Scaramouche - will you do the fandango? |
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Scaramouche: |
You trying to get in my pants? |
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Galileo: |
No! |
|
Scaramouche: |
What's doing the fandango? |
|
Galileo: |
I think perhaps it's dancing. |
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Scaramouche: |
You mean like GaGa moves? Excuse me while I puke. Globalsoft write the songs, then work out the steps, and every kid on Planet Mall does exactly the same thing. |
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Galileo: |
No - I think that there was a time when dancing wasn't like that. When it was more free. You know? Kind of individually expressive.
(GALILEO dances, allegedly) |
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Scaramouche: |
I don't think I've ever seen anything quite so embarassing in my life. |
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Galileo: |
Well, it looks better when I'm holding a tennis racket. |
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Scaramouche: |
It would have to! |
|
Galileo: |
Look. Maybe doing the fandango is just about being friends. |
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Scaramouche: |
Friends? Well, I never had a friend. |
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Galileo: |
You amaze me. |
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Scaramouche: |
I always thought I'd quite like one, though. |
|
Galileo: |
So, we are friends then? |
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Scaramouche: |
If you want. |
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Galileo: |
Oh, I do, I really do! |
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Scaramouche: |
Okay - so we're friends. |
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Galileo: |
This is so cool! |
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Scaramouche: |
As long as you promise to work on your dancing. |
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Meat: |
Let's get them!
(MEAT and BRIT run out from behind the van. BRIT grabs GALILEO and shoves him against the side of the van. MEAT tries to grab SCARAMOUCHE but has less success) |
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Meat: |
Quick, bitch! Where'd your boyfriend get those words? |
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Scaramouche: |
What words? |
|
Meat: |
He calls you Scaramouche! He's read the fragments, he knows the holy texts! |
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Galileo: |
I don't know any holy texts, I don't know what you're talking about! |
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Brit: |
Long tall Sally! Honky-tonk woman! The words, man, the words from the past! |
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Meat: |
You've seen the fragments - you've been to the Heartbreak Hotel! You're a spy! |
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Galileo: |
No, I said I don't know what you're talking about, I hear these words in my head, that's all! |
|
Brit: |
Who are you? |
|
Galileo: |
I don't know! Why do people keep asking me that? I am the walrus! This is Major Tom to Ground Control. Can you hear the drums, Fernando? I am the dancing queen! |
|
Brit: |
You just hear these holy words, in your head? |
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Galileo: |
Yes! I don't know where they come from! It's driving me mad, all these phrases and sounds, just stupid, useless phrases….I mean, what the hell is a tambourine man? What's the story, morning glory? Who WAS the real Slim Shady? It's torture! But all I know, and I don't even know why I know it, is that I really, really, really wanna zig-a-zig-ah. |
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Brit: |
Meat, I think we've found him! This dude's the one! He's the man! |
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Meat: |
I say he's a spy! |
|
Brit: |
No! He's the Dreamer! The one we've been waiting for! |
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Meat: |
Then test him! And his chick! |
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Scaramouche: |
His 'chick'? What am I now, poultry? |
|
Meat: |
Test him! |
|
Brit: |
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
(BRIT points at GALILEO, who hesitates before continuing) |
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Galileo: |
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away |
|
Brit: |
He knows the text - but he's never read it! He's the man! |
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Meat: |
But what does it mean? Tell us! Who is Mama, who's been killed, why has it all been thrown away? |
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Galileo: |
I don't know! |
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Meat: |
We've been searching for the meaning all our lives! |
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Galileo: |
I said, I don't know, I see these things in my mind, that's all!
Mama, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh -
(MEAT and BRIT grab him to shut him up) |
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Brit: |
You have to come with us. |
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Meat: |
Not her. We don't need her. |
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Galileo: |
Hey, I'm not going anywhere without Scaramouche. |
|
Scaramouche: |
Who says I want to go anywhere? These people could be killers! |
|
Brit: |
We are, baby! Killers, thrillers, and bizmillahs! |
|
Meat: |
We're the resistance - the last hope! |
|
Brit: |
We are the bohemians! |
|
Meat: |
And now you have a choice. Are you ready to break free? |
|
Brit: |
Do you want it all? |
|
Meat: |
To be a shooting star, a tiger? |
|
Brit: |
Defying the laws of gravity! |
|
Meat: |
Are you ready to be champions! |
|
Scaramouche: |
Nah, sounds a bit boring if you ask me. |
|
Galileo: |
What? |
|
Scaramouche: |
I'm joking, Gazza, of course I want to go! |
|
Brit: |
Then understand this! If you come with us, if you join the bohemians, there's no going back to GaGa land. You'll be an outcast, forever, no longer a member of the consuman race. |
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Scaramouche: |
Sounds perfect. Let's go! |
|
Meat: |
And you're rushing headlong, you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control |
|
Brit: |
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping and there's nothin'
You can do about it |
|
Both: |
Woo! There's nothin' you can do
No there's nothin' you can do about it |
|
Brit: |
No there's nothing you can |
|
Galileo: |
Nothing you can |
|
Scaramouche: |
Nothing you can |
|
Meat: |
Do about it |
|
All: |
And you're rushing headlong you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping |
|
Galileo & Scaramouche: |
And there's nothing you can do about it |
|
Meat: |
He used to be a man with a stick in his hand |
|
All: |
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo |
|
Brit: |
She used to be a woman with a hot dog stand |
|
All: |
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo |
|
Meat: |
Now you've got soup in the laundry bag |
|
Brit: |
Now you've got strings, you're gonna lose your rag |
|
Meat: |
You're gettin' in a fight and it ain't so groovy |
|
Brit: |
When you're screaming in the night
Let me out of this cheap B-movie |
|
All: |
Headlong down the highway
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping |
|
Meat: |
And you can't stop rockin' |
|
All: |
And there's nothin' you can, nothin' you can
Nothin' you can do about it
|
|
Scaramouche: |
Where're we going? |
|
Meat: |
We're going down!
(the van and the streetlamps disappear. A collage of sweet, fast food and clothing logos scrolls up and the Heartbreak Hotel forms at the back of the stage as the song continues) |
|
Galileo: |
When a red hot man meets a white hot lady |
|
All: |
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo |
|
Scaramouche: |
Soon the fire starts to burn and gets 'em more than half crazy |
|
All: |
Oop diddy diddy, oop diddy doo |
|
Galileo: |
Oh, now they start freaking everywhere you turn
You can't start walking 'cos your feet got burned |
|
Meat: |
It ain't no time to figure wrong from right
Cause reasons out the window, better hold on tight |
|
All: |
Headlong down the highway
And you're rushing headlong, out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping and there's |
|
Brit: |
Nothing |
|
Meat: |
Nothing |
|
Galileo: |
Nothing |
|
Scaramouche: |
Nothing |
|
All: |
Nothing you can, nothing you can
Nothing you can do about it
Headlong! |
|
Brit: |
Welcome to the Heartbreak Hotel!
(the Heartbreak Hotel turns out to be the old, broken down Tottenham Court Road tube station. Other BOHEMIANS come on stage) |
|
Big Macca: |
Who're these two, Brit? |
|
Brit: |
I think I've found him. The one we've been waiting for. |
|
Big Macca: |
The Dreamer? Just because he has a leather jacket does not make him the wild one. Looks like a clone from the 'zone to me. |
|
Brit: |
He calls himself Galileo. |
|
Big Macca: |
Galileo? Then he must have seen the texts! He's a spy! |
|
Meat: |
That's what I said!
(BOHEMIANS head towards GALILEO, threateningly) |
|
Brit: |
Look, anyone who wants to kill the dude has to come past me!
(the BOHEMIANS are suitably scared, and back off)
He hasn't seen the texts. How could he? We guard them with our lives! |
|
Meat: |
He says he dreams the words. |
|
Brit: |
He calls the chick Scaramouche. |
|
Scaramouche: |
What is this chick business? Do I have feathers? Do I lay eggs? |
|
Big Macca: |
Hey! Baby! We believe there was a time, when if a cool dude wished to refer to his red hot momma, he would use the term 'chick'. It was a mark of respect. Second only to 'bitch'. |
|
Scaramouche: |
Something tells me you've got that wrong. |
|
Big Macca: |
Well, well, we're getting off the point here. The point is that this dude is a spy. |
|
Galileo: |
I don't know what you're talking about! I didn't ask to be brought here! I don't know who you people are, or anything about your stupid texts! |
|
Brit: |
Look, he just knows the stuff! It's in his head! |
|
Galileo: |
What are these texts, anyway? |
|
Big Macca: |
Just fragments, nothing more. Stuff that we, and other bohemians across the Global Shopping Precinct have found. |
|
Aretha (?): |
Yeah, tons of stuff. Magazines - |
|
Scaramouche: |
What? Mag-a-zines? |
|
Big Macca: |
They were like websites, but made of paper. You could touch them. And posters, which were weird, static commercials, stuck to walls. We take our names from these clues to the age of rock. |
|
Aretha: |
I'm Aretha. |
|
Big Macca: |
And I am Paul McCartney. They call me Big Macca. |
|
Meat: |
I'm Meat. Meatloaf. |
|
Madonna: |
I'm Madonna. |
|
Prince: |
They call me Prince. |
|
Cliff: |
I'm Cliff Richard. |
|
Jackson 5: |
Jackson Five. |
|
Bob: |
And I'm Bob. Bob the poet; Bob the rebel; Bob the prophet - I am Bob the Builder. |
|
Galileo: |
And who are you? (to BRIT) |
|
Brit: |
Me? I'm the biggest, baddest, meanest, nastiest, ugliest, most raging, rapping, rock'n'roll, sick, punk, heavy metal psycho bastard that ever got get-down funky. They call me - Britney Spears. |
|
Galileo: |
And what is this place, this Heartbreak Hotel? |
|
Big Macca: |
It's a rebel base! The last free-thinking zone on Planet Mall! |
|
Scaramouche: |
But how'd you get all this great stuff? |
|
Meat: |
We find it! We're scavengers. There's tons of it if you know where to look. Here, help yourself if you like. (indicating a shopping cart full of clothes) |
|
Scaramouche: |
Like? I used to dream about getting my hands on gear like this! |
|
Meat: |
Well, get some on you! You're a bohemian now! |
|
Scaramouche: |
Ooh, what do you think about a red corset? |
|
Meat: |
Oh, that is so you - |
|
Big Macca: |
Girls, please! I am talking to the man! |
|
Meat: |
Makes a change from talking out of your bum. (to SCARAMOUCHE) Go on, hen, there's loads back there.
(SCARAMOUCHE exits) |
|
Big Macca: |
As I was saying. This is a rebel base. But it is also a shrine. A shrine to everything we believe in. And, a place to remember the long dead king. |
|
Galileo: |
What king? |
|
Big Macca: |
Little is known about him, except that his name was Pelvis. A kid from nowhere, who sang like an angel, and danced like the devil. A teenage truck driver who broke free to become a mighty rebel - a rebel that spawned a thousand rebels! |
|
Prince: |
But he was too wild, too free. And when he wiggled his hips he made the kids feel good about themselves! So they took him and they cut off his hair. |
|
Big Macca: |
They shaved off his cool, greasy, standup quiff, like he was a convict… |
|
Prince: |
…and they put him in the army. |
|
Aretha: |
Then they humiliated him. The king was forced to make foolish movies, singing nursery rhymes to gangs of grinning children. He was ashamed. It broke his spirit. He took refuge in drugs, pills and fast food. |
|
Big Macca: |
Just like a million kids that followed. The king was dead, and many kings and heroes died thereafter. Their songs are lost, but their names live on. We remember the ones that died young. Buddy Holly. Jimi Hendrix. |
|
Aretha: |
Kurt Cobain. |
|
Bob: |
Janis Joplin. |
|
Prince: |
Jim Morrisson. |
|
Big Macca: |
Bob Marley. John Lennon. |
|
Meat: |
Freddy…
A hand above the water
An angel reaching for the sky
Is it raining in Heaven
Do you want us to cry
And everywhere the broken-hearted
On every lonely avenue
No one could reach them
No one but you
One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying to close to the sun
Life goes on
Without you
Another tricky situation
I get to drowning in the blues
And I find myself thinking
What would you do?
Yes, it was such an operation
Forever paying every due
Hell, you made a sensation (sensation!)
You found a way through (found a way through)
|
|
All: |
And one by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun |
|
Meat: |
We'll remember, forever
And now the party must be over
I guess we'll never understand
The sense of your leaving
Was it the way it was planned?
And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never saying goodbye |
|
All: |
One by one
Only the good die young
They're only flying too close to the sun |
|
Meat: |
Crying for nothing
Crying for no one
No one but you |
|
Galileo: |
So - you mean all those heroes died for rock'n'roll? But what is rock'n'roll? |
|
Brit: |
Gazza, baby! Rock'n'roll is anything you want it to be! |
|
Cliff: |
It's sex! |
|
Prince: |
It's style! |
|
Brit: |
It's rebellion! |
|
Big Macca: |
It's freedom! |
|
Galileo: |
Yes, but - what actually is it? |
|
Big Macca: |
We don't know.
(enter SCARAMOUCHE, newly attired) |
|
Scaramouche: |
Ta da! |
|
Meat: |
Hey, this girl has taste! |
|
Scaramouche: |
What do you mean? It's all your stuff! |
|
Meat: |
Yeah, but it's all about the combinations! Isn't that right, Prince? |
|
Prince: |
Right! Exactly! |
|
Big Macca: |
People, please! I'm talking to the man! |
|
Brit: |
You tell 'em, Big Macca! |
|
Big Macca: |
All we know is that there came a day when rock'n'roll - died. But, we all believe that in time, there will come a man who carries the past within him. Someone who can remember. Somewhere on Planet Mall there are instruments, there must be. If Britney is right, you are the man who can find them. |
|
Galileo: |
But I don't even know what they look like! |
|
Brit: |
I do!
(BRIT goes off stage and returns with an instrument made out of a tea chest, a pole and some wire)
I've been working on this for months! Can't play it though.
(another bohemian takes it and plucks a few notes)
Sweet, sweet noise! And when you get that vibe, all you need is your baby! You see, Galileo, what passes for music these days is only created for money, which is why it has no soul. But when rock'n'roll started, do you know why they did it? |
|
Galileo: |
No, why? |
|
Brit: |
They did it for their babies, of course! They did it for a crazy little thing called love! Oh yeah!
This thing called love I just can't handle it |
|
Meat: |
This thing called love I must get round to it |
|
Brit: |
I ain't ready |
|
Both: |
Crazy little thing called love |
|
Meat: |
This thing (this thing)
Called love (called love)
It cries (like a baby)
In a cradle all night |
|
Brit: |
It swings (woo woo)
It jives (woo woo)
It shakes all over like a jelly fish |
|
Both: |
I kinda like it
Crazy little thing called love |
|
Brit: |
There goes my baby
She knows how to rock 'n' roll
She drives me crazy
She gives me hot and cold fever
She leaves me in a cool cool sweat
Oh yeah
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my tracks
Take a back seat, hitchhike
Take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love |
|
Galileo: |
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my tracks |
|
Scaramouche: |
Take a back seat |
|
Galileo: |
Hitchhike |
|
Scaramouche: |
And take a long ride on my motorbike |
|
All: |
Until I'm ready
Crazy little thing called love
This thing called love I just can't handle it
This thing called love I must get round to it
I ain't ready
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Crazy little thing called love
Oh yeah!
(sirens sound. KHASHOGGI and several COPS appear in and around the Heartbreak) |
|
Khashoggi: |
Oh yeah indeed. So finally I'm checking into the Heartbreak Hotel. So, Mr McCartney, I say hello, and you say goodbye… |
|
Brit: |
No! You'll never take the Dreamer while I'm alive!
(Fight, to the intro of 'Ogre Battle'. The COPs herd the BOHEMIANS off, and fight BRIT, who collapses to the floor. Lights out, safety curtain down, house lights up for the interval) |
