| Hold it! |
| hold it!
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| Hey, put that down.
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| Don:
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| Silence you fools, don’t you believe in progress?
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| Bunk:
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| Take that progress and stick it under a rock.
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| Don:
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| We must overthrow the diatonic system.
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| Fz:
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| Yes
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| Ian:
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| Bullshit.
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| Don:
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| We’re coming to the beginning of a new era wherein the development of the inner
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| self will be the most important factor.
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| Ian:
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| Honey your music is full of shit and besides that it ain’t disciplined.
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| Bunk:
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| Give me four-four.
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| Art:
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| Togetherness.
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| Ian:
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| Yeah.
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| Bunk:
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| Some old melodies.
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| Don:
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| Look, playing that kind of music and eating meat will never, you’ll never be able to see my aura then.
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| Art:
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| I’ve seen your aura a lot, i think it stinks.
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| Ian:
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| You’ve been drinking, don?
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| Art:
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| I can hear your aura and it’s bad man.
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| Don:
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| Listen, there are many strange things that science doesn’t know.
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| Bunk:
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| Discipline, you need discipline. |
| four, four.
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| Don:
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| It’s got to be new, it’s got to progress, it’s got to evolve. |
| there must be growth!
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| Ah, man.
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| Don:
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| You’ve got to eat macrobiotic food.
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| Fz:
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| We’re doing a play.
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| Don:
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| And study astrology. |
| delve into the occult world.
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| Ian:
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| Well you can delve all you want but were formin’a new group go and do you some
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| yoga excercises. |
| take care of business.
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| Don:
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| Look, mark my words… if you continue playing this music something strange may
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| happen.
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| Bunk:
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| Don’t threaten me…
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| Fz:
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| By the end of the first show…
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| Don:
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| By the end of the first show… no the second show.
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| Fz:
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| So at this point in the development of our plot the three talented members of the mothers of invention have quit the group to form their own band with a lot
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| of discipline.
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| Yeah.
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| Fz:
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| Listen what we need is a nice disciplined combo!
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| (this causes the talented trio to quit the mothers, in order to form their own
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| band with a lot of discipline. |
| suddenly, through the magic of stage-craft,
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| their new, disciplined combo (14 members
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| He bbc symphony) marches on stage, wearing tuxedos, with robot-looking designs
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| painted on their faces. |
| ian, bunk and art put on tuxes, get some bolts and
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| widgits painted on their faces by a rovi
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| Ke-up artist, and take up performance positions within the bbc ensemble.)
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| Fz:
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| And so that they would be completely tackished and fit in with the rest of the
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| disciplined combo. |
| the former members of the mothers of invention receive their
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| initiation into the robot musical w Don:
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| This makes me nervous i’m gonna go do some yoga.
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| Ian:
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| Yeah you better.
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| Fz:
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| Meanwhile dom de wild under pressure prepares to unwind with some healthy yoga
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| excercises.
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| (at this point, motorhead wanders out, piddling with his tambourine.
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| he sees the bbc disciplined combo, covets their uniforms, and demands to join
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| their group. |
| the ensemble rebukes him because h
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| 't read music. |
| in spite of this, he plans to force his way in.)
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| Fz:
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| This is euclid motorhead sherwood.
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| What’s the matter with him?
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| Ian:
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| He’s nervous cause he couldnt play with our new group.
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| Motorhead:
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| Oh, that’s nice, look at those suits.
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| Fz:
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| Motorhead covets the uniforms of the other band. |
| and also shows some interest
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| in the bum of underwood.
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| Ian:
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| Ayyyy
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| Ten years ago i knew a lot of guys down in switzerland.
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| Motorhead:
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| Hey can i play in your band with a suit like that too?
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| No!
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| Motorhead:
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| But i like the suits and i can play good. |
| i can play. |
| .. play anything.
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| Fz:
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| Motorhead is lying. |
| he can’t play good, he can’t play anything. |
| he’s trying to con his way into the other band. |
| he knows they don’t want him.
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| Motorhead:
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| But i got practicing and play good.
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| Fz:
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| He’s lying. |
| he hasn’t been practicing, he doesn’t do shit.
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| Ian:
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| Ask me you couldn’t even count to four.
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| Come on beat it man.
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| Motorhead:
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| You can’t do that to me i’ll fix you. |
| i get into your band.
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| Okay motorhead, just get out of the way.
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| Motorhead:
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| You can’t stop me, i’ll get in there somehow.
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| Fz:
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| Motorhead explains to the members of the robot combo that nothing can stop him
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| he will join their group whether they like it or not. |