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Three Red Bicycles
(Herman Keypad's) Disadvantage or The Rape of Baby Jessica
Law of the Land
(Herman Keypad's)Dissadvantage (Reprise) or Margarettes Love After Death
THREE RED BICYCLES Script
All: We will race to the moon!. Three red bicycles there for us to
ride. Get on, peddle quick, we will
have such fun! Three red bicycles
Craig: One for Jeff
Jeff: One for Craig
Colin: and one for me!
All: Move to the starting line so we can win the race. Tra la la!
All: Peddle to the moon
STICKINHOLE Script by Bradford
A Man: We are here drinking beer, and sex is fear that the
mattresses on the floor and the sheets are no more clean than a pornographic
magazine. I'm the one your mother said
'just stay away from me ', guess I just
watch to much TV. Am I asking to much of you, I am in love, but I have never
learned: 'I am man '. All alone, blood-shot
stoned, the tidal tone rings in my head, there's nothing to be said. I'm your whore lying on the bathroom floor
DISADVANTAGE Script by Till
Herman Keypad: Its not my actions that deem me
criminal. It's just these odd
circumstances that seem to follow me around.
I saw my cousin yesterday. She was wearing heels and pigtails. She gave
her baby a dollar and kissed her goodbye. The baby came up to me and begged me
for a kiss. I took her dollar and
kicked her in the face. Oh, she was
crying, and begging for mercy so I raped her.
But that's OK. Do you know why?
Herman Keypad: She raped me back. Its not my actions that deem me
criminal. Its just these odd
circumstances that seem to follow me around.
So my cousin comes up bitching about her baby. I said 'hey doll, you know how these things just happen ' ' I lit up a cigarette and I tried to
relax. She ripped it form my mouth and
told me that it offended her. I said
her that her worthless, ugly, toothless face offends me and with that I ripped
her head off. She stood there bleeding,
like an angry volcano god. I just stood
there and laughed. She's dead now and
I'm said, but hey, I have custody of her baby.
NUMBER 28 Script by Till
Number 41: What do you think has become of me because I
don't think I'm the same as yesterday.
Scientist cam and retrained by brain and now I think change, through
pain, is now my hell.
Cynic: My mother said it was magic, and her mother said it was
god. My father said it was science. He
Number 41: Take me far away. I can not live here, I can not stay here. Take my life away before I hurt you, before
I snap Take my life away. I'll lose my
humanity, I must maintain sanity.
All: I am not an animal.
Voice of the city: Monster!
Number 41: I ascend this earthly muck to achieve power
to kill or to destroy everything I hate and love because I am god.
All: I'm not sick. I will
destroy. I wil not be controlled.
Voice of the city: Keneda!
Number 41: Help me
Cynic: If science created your reality number 41, do you feel
pain or are just cold?
Number 41: I used to dream in black and white, now I just dream in
black. Fly past the sky, I tremble no
longer, hunger forever. Earth fits in
my mouth but I can not taste her, I can not love her
Cynic: Create a man that's on our side. Create a devil that doesn't lie. Fight.
Number 41: We can't see.
We can't breathe.
Cynic: Bring back my scientist. Forget that we lived.
All: Does he die?
Number 41: No.
All: I am not an animal
Number 41: We must awaken number 28
The good and evil Dr. Simmons: She
claims I have gone away to the edge to this man's brain. Who died and made you my god, to judge the
living and the dead? Lead in the
stream. Lead in my baby's head, in the
stream. Lead on the TV screen. Out, scream out, I still won't believe. Fire on the wall. Fire makes me perspire, still I fall. No hears but I still call for something that I do not see.
LAW OF THE LAND Script by Till
Screwy duck: This is mine!
Loopy and dizzy duck: This mine!
All: Mine! Mine! Give me back what is
Loopy duck: This is yours
Screwy duck: This is yours
Loopy and screwy duck: Take it! Take
it!. Take responsibility
Screwy duck: This mine
Loopy and dizzy duck: Mine!
All: Law of the land suggests this
SPIDERFARM Script by Bradford
Captain John Barneveld: Cobwebs between
my ears. Long time since my head's been clear.
This industry has begun
Senator Fortier: black widows,
the secret weapon
Captain: Black clouds cover the sky, I've
seen my life flashing before my eyes.
Senator: I shall not submit
Captain: I was having a beautiful
cigarette on a Tuesday afternoon then all of sudden I saw a shadow and blood
dripping from the moon. I went to get
my gun from my bedroom dresser, hoping to defend myself against this evil
Senator: To bad it had to come to this, but
the economy is in my hands. I know it
sounds a bit fascist. I have to kill
the poor to save the rich.
Captain: Went to talk to a friend of mine
to tell her what I had in mind.
Senator: Are you insane?
Citizen 1.0: open your eyes!
Senator: You aren't the same
Captain: Can't you see that we will
die. I'm possessed by the demons of
Senator: I can't understand
Captain: or are you guilty of your
fetishes of decadence
Senator: I am guilty, momma, please
Captain: I see just where I stand, now its time to be a man. You are the chosen ones.
Senator: Black widows, the secret
weapon. Can't you see that you're the
fool, he'll do good for you.
Technical Officer Doyle (as played
by Brent Oberlin): 10 9 8 7
DISADVANTAGE (REPRISE) Script by Till
Herman Keypad: Oh shit, I forgot. I met a beautiful girl yesterday walking
down the street, actually, I was walking and she was not. She must have been foreign, her hair was
yellow and her face was blue. I walked
down the street where she lay and asked her name. She didn't say anything so I assumed her name was Margaret. Oh, I love the name Margaret. I got down and asked her for a stick of gum,
but she didn't say anything, but that's OK, because I understand. You see 50% of love is sharing and 50% is
communication, and 45% of the of the communication 50% is understanding, making
it a low, but substantial 22.5% of the grand scheme. But sometimes 90% of love is just sex with 10% fear of loneliness
and 2% just talk, with only a fraction, say an additional .004% actual
unselfish concern. But perhaps I should
refigure the figures and give it 90% sex,
7.92% fear, 2.076% talk and .004% actual unselfish concern. Then again, love could just all be a huge
mouthful of shit, but recent experience have made me a tad bitter. So, between the sharing, communications,
sex, fear of loneliness, talk, actual unselfish concern and mouth full of shit
I figured myself three times the lover I should be, but only half the gentleman
I could've been considering the whole time I was standing on her hands. I decided that at this point that Margaret
and myself were destined to be together forever and with that thought I
consummated it with a kiss. I opened
her jaws slowly with my tongue and slowly drank the cold passion from her still
lips and from that I found that something in her mouth had stuck to my
teeth. Nothing makes me more uneasy,
nor so bothered, than bad oral hygiene and with that I know that our love could
never find its way through the torments of our difference. I spit our maggots and kicked her in the
face but her head lay still for her hair was pasted to the cement with
blood. I left that day. I was hurt, but more so I was angry. Friends will ask me 'do you remember being
in love ' and I always say 'I used to shit my pants when I was baby, but I've
learned to deal with since then '. Its
not my actions that deem me criminal, its just these odd circumstances that
seem to follow me around.
Another man: This time I think I'll hide in
bed, from this day, this life. I want
to move. But I think I understand why I
feel so lonely, talk so lonely now.
I'll hide away from the rain today, the sorry gray, so far away from
what I see in me. I'm underneath.
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