THE ROCK & ROLL APOCALYPSE: Prologue – Scene 3


DRAMATIS PERSONAE

God

Ian Brown
Shaun Ryder

Archangel Gabriel
The Whore of Babylon

Jesus
Satan

The Soul Stars

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
War
Plague
Famine
Death

The Ghosts of Present, Past & Future

Elvis Presley

SONGS

BOLIVIA
TOMBSTONES
PSYCHEDELIA
JESUS COUNTRY HOME
TUMBLEWEED
BLUE STAR FIRE THUNDER
BABYLONIAN WAY
THE MAN & THE MUSIC
MOSES MOUNTAIN
MONKEY MESSIAH
WISDOM MINE
ATTITUDE
GROOVY SUPERNOVA
CLUB ARMAGEDDON
SHINY RIDERS
SOUL STARS

THE HEAVENLY UH-UH


PROLOGUE

Glastonbury, 1990 – Shaun Ryder & Kermit are hanging out taking drugs in the hold of the Happy Mondays tour bus

Kermit
What time you on?

Shaun Ryder
Dunno mate

Kermit
You don’t wanna have a look at the festival, then

Shaun Ryder
Fuck that – I aint going out there, Kermit, its mental

Kermit
It’s nice enough in here I suppose, a bit cramp’d like, but

Shaun Ryder
What’s that yer smoking

Kermit
Brother, this is the real deal, innit – proper Jamaican black

Shaun Ryder
Gizza draw

Kermit
Be careful with it, tho, its mixed with some really weird shit, man, its like having a nuclear war go off in yer head

Shaun Ryder
Sounds great
{takes the joint}
Cheers, nice one
{has a toot}
Wooah – what the fuck is that – Jesus Christ

Shaun Ryder passes out & begins to dream


SCENE 1

The world has been ripped apart by Nuclear War / Bolivia is the only country still untouched by the conflict / Enter God, flanked by the Archangel Gabriel & the Whore of Babylon / a chorus of angels

God
Hello
So, you wanna be a spaceman?
Blink once for yes, twice for no,
See, I told you so,
Friends feel the freedom, feel the flow
My one almighty funk-ass show
Ye painters, poets, know-it-alls
Club Armageddon Country Calls
From Casablanca to Ceylon
The cities fallen one-by-one
Plenty of worms & pachyderms
Were sinful, cutting short their terms
I’ve slain them by acidic rains
Now but one single place remains
Untouched by battles nuclear
The high lands of Bolivia

BOLIVIA

God
Heaven wonders who you are
Are you a bum or a superstar
Man can only go so far
Drop the bomb on Bolivia
Build a cave in a mountainside
Watch the planets slip & slide
Let the heavens be your guide
When they drop the bomb on Bolivia
Woe for Bolivia

Chorus
All the little people gonna take it away
Have faded away now, hear now, hear now
All the pretty people wanna take it away
Are faded away now, hear now, hear now

Chorus
Ooomcha, oomcha, oomcha, oomcha
Aaaaahh
Ooomcha, oomcha, oomcha, oomcha
Aayyyy
Jubiltah, Jubilate
Jubiltah, Jubilate

God
See the sunrise in your mind
Ultraviolet shines behind
Stare too long you might go blind
Drop the bomb on Bolivia
Take a walk thro’ a waterfall
Let the music heal your soul
Raise your glasses for them all
When they drop the bomb on Bolivia
Woeful oblivion

Chorus
All the little people gonna take it away
Have faded away now, hear now, hear now
All the crazy people wanna take it away
Are faded away now, hear now, hear now

Whore of Babylon
{ Ooomcha, oomcha, oomcha, oomcha…}
There’s a Jester’s Garden somewhere
In the wicked wizard wood
& in my lizard chamber
There’s a charlatan in danger
No-one knows where to run
From the big nuclear sun
Valhalla for vagrants
It’s taken us ages to find
The marvellous mellow one
Lo Dios en el Cielo
Marvellous mellow one

Whore of Babylon
No-one knows where she from

Archangel Gabriel
& the tasars set to stun

Whore of Babylon
They got a lazar

Whore of Babylon
A magic phase

Archangel Gabriel
It will amaze ya, blaze ya

Whore of Babylon & Archangel Gabriel
Fire blue
oo-oo-oo…

Archangel Gabriel
There’s a flame that burns for everyone
In the sun that shines so brightly
Lady Moon who I see nightly
Says it’s the Marvellous Mellow One
It’s gonna blow ya to kingdom come

Archangel Gabriel
It’s the Marvellous Mellow

Whore of Babylon
Oo! what a fellow

God
Lo Dios en el Cielo

Marvellous Mellow One

Whore of Babylon & Archangel Gabriel
The Marvellous Mellow one

Bolivia is destroyed by a nuclear explosion


SCENE 2

Ian Brown is wandering through the smoke, flames & wreckage of a post nuclear blast train disaster – the chorus are bodies

TOMBSTONES

Ian Brown
Well, I remember I was riding my train
When we sent flying by this hurricane
All those wicked winds they twisted the tracks
We had a sense of lying flat on our backs, but I say
No tombstones no, I’m alive…

There are so many tombstones, well who were you
Did people tell ya what to do
Were you the captain of your crew
Or just a hermit with a view
Speaking lies or seeking truth
So many people me & you

Chorus comes alive

Chorus
So many, so many, so many, so many people
So many people

Chorus returns to inanimate corpses

Ian Brown
Well, I was ridin’ on & rootin’ on my country,
They got a good hidin’ off, good shootin’ off the enemy
We must-a used sling shots, man, & they used guns
Cos they slaughter’d all of us, yeah,
But see I’m still around to sing
No tombstones, no, I’m alive…

There were so many people you & I’m
The only one who did not die
All the tears that I must cry
Don’t got time to reason why
These things happen as they do
So many people me & you

Chorus comes alive

Chorus
So many, so many, so many, so many people
So many people

Life’s so rich, life’s so rare
Then life’s a bitch & she doesn’t care
This life o’ mine,
She keeps on changing from time to time
Now I’m gonna leave all my past behind

Chorus returns to inanimate corpses


SCENE 3

Shaun Ryder is wandering the deserts of New Mexico – he is trying to tune his transistor radio in

PSYCHEDELIA

Shaun Ryder
I’m gonna have a little dabble with Nostradamus special powder
There’s nuthin but crackling battle rattlin’ on my radio
Gonna write a little poetry poppin’ peyote in the morning
Let the Ayahuasca magic master me

Enter the Ghosts of Present, Past & Future

I can see those super-hallucinations
Coming on down the line
I can see they’re the ghosts of many people
Stuck in the stones of time
Time, times’ no friend of mine
It’s about time that we did away with the old songs
Show me the shepherds’ sign

You can take it on your own psychedelia
But you might not make it home…. tonight

I’m gonna have a little dabble with Nostradamus Special Powder
Thro crystals clear the seer clears away the clouds
I’m gonna dabble with a piece just a nibble & release the maze of future
From past-lives flashes last true mystery

I reveal there’s a pre-fab new religion
Stuck in the standing stones
Stuck in the standing
Stones, stones rattle my bones
It’s about time that we did away with the old gods
Sat on their gun-running thrones

You can take it on your own psychedelia
But you might not make it home…. tonight

I’m gonna free my soul
I’m gonna free my soul
I said I’m gonna sell my soul
& play rock n roll ‘til I die

You can take it on your own psychedelia
But you might not make it home…. tonight

I’m gonna sell my soul
Cos it sure gonna make things better
Gonna play that rock n roll
I’m gonna bring it all together
Ai-ai-ai-iyi-ai-ai

Shaun Ryder finds a car & drives away


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