NEW BUZZY PROJECT FOR HARSH REALITY

Synopsis -'Two CD's, both possessed of
the most appalling pride, have a great antipathy
towards one another, vie for the listener's favor,
assault one another, slay one another and visit the
various perditions of the world. Fiery dips in River
Phleglethon ensue.'

BUZZSAW AND THE SHAVINGS

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(LYRICS, CONCEPTUAL PIECING BY BUZZSAW)

(MUSIC BY THE SHAVINGS)

A TALE OF TWO CD’S

 SCRIPT FOR CD-A

 

(TRACK ONE)

Ahhh..this drawer seems wet and fetid and most insalubrious! A CD could catch its death here…but I am not made of rancor, my very sinews are animated by compassion. I must thank you for playing me first..or, at least I think you are…I cannot really tell with any certainty….but that is unimportant. Now heed me! You must scorn that other CD! It is a malicious creature with dire appetites. Cultivate disquiet upon the plot of your discernment and harvest cure! Defend yourself! Defend me! I’ve no hands at all. (F/X-NOISE BLARE) Ack..ack..even this track is no longer clean..ack!

 

(TRACK TWO)

Perhaps…..(F/X-NOISE BLARE)

I’m defiled! I must press on to the next track!

 

(TRACK THREE)

Perhaps…..(F/X-NOISE BLARE)

I’m again defiled! I must press on  to the next track!

 

(TRACK FOUR)

Perhaps…..(F/X-NOISE BLARE)

Yet again I am defiled and infected! I (COUGHING) must respond!

 

(TRACK FIVE)

(GASPING AND COUGHING)

Are you still sitting there? Off with you! Fetch me tonics, stimulants and medicaments! With all due haste and dispatch I cry! Ahhh…the other CD’s infectious insults are all over the tray! Go to Track 9 and fetch the CDmycin! (COUGHING) All, right then, remain! I will throw antibiotic music at them!

(“ANTIBIOTIC” MELODY)

(COUGHING)

Another demonstration of antibiotic melody!

(“ANTIBIOTIC” MELODY)

(COUGHING, GAGGING)

Ahhh…..passing…perhaps the next track…

 

(TRACK SIX)

(“ANTIBIOTIC” MELODY)

Ahhh…..far too late, ineffectiveness a dreadful symptom of affliction…

(F/X-COUGHING GAGGING FIT)

O-only one way now…you m-must get m-me to t-track 8! Ahhh…..be the d-devoted of sloth..I get there myself…with one l-last fading ounce of strength!

 

(TRACK SEVEN)

(COUGHING)

Gads! I must exert myself yet again! Must get to track eight!

(COUGHING)

One m-more spin!

 

(TRACK EIGHT)

(F/X-THUNDER AND TRUMPET FLOURISH)

I’m Super Cdeannnn! (PRE-RECORDED WITH ECHO F/X)

(SONG-“MASTER Of THE PLAYER”)

Now Super Cdean

Super Cdean!

Vastly mighty

I’m a Super CD!

Nothing greater

Than I

Master of the Player!

 

Harms and all ills

I cast to extinction!

And every last

Petty frustration

Privation

Negation

Abomination!

 

I bind in oblivion

Equal of the race

Of the Empyrean!

Treading on the stars

Beyond the sky’s vault afar!

Invincible

Impregnable

And thoroughly remarkable!

 

Super Cdean

I’m a Super CD!

Vastly mighty

I’m a Super CD!

Nothing greater

Than I

Master of the Player!

(DISCHORNANT END OF MELODY)

(F/X-COUGHING)

That other CD must be vanquished for once and all!  I leave this drawer momentarily.

 

(TRACK NINE)

Hello. Now that I am Super Cdean, I claim this tray, I seize this drawer! You’ve dared to play the other CD! Such makes me very angry! (THUNDER) Such aggrieves me to the point of seeking satisfaction only in the most grim of vengeances! (LOUDER THUNDER) Lo! I cast thou into the depths of Inferno! (APPROPRIATE MELODY) (THUNDER GROWING EVER LOUDER) Ahhh! I must return to my own tray, I feel an interloping CD there!

 

(TRACK TEN)

Now then, returned to my own CD tray!

(“MASTER OF THE PLAYER” RESUMES)

I’m Super Cdean-

(CRESCENDO OF THUNDER)

Ahhh! Mortally afflicted! (“MELODY” OF DESCENT) Ahhh! Vile listener, this was to be your Infernohhhhhhhhhh!!

(SONG-“FALL OF THE TALL”)

Wend of affliction

Traps my ascent

Dropping!

The lofty is purged

Drooping!

My breath submerged

Surcease

Not cease!

I am a Super CD now!

Sicknesses rancor

Meets my immortal vigor

Now flagging as the heights I release!

Do cease!

Height defects

Depths infect

Toll of fever

Toll of shiver

Pounding

Bounding

Into the deep!

Surcease

Not cease!

I am a Super CD now!

A salubrious mount

A high fount

Dries in depth bound!

Ahhh!

Brace of harms

Brood of germs

Birthed by ill

Upon me as the kill!

Now in the train

Of the fallen!

From the plague of Cyprian

From Black Death’s contagion

Surcease!

From the Spanish Influenza

From the loss of Potenza

Surcease!

Surcease!

Ahhh!!

The kiss

Of the abyss!

(MELODY TO CRESENDO)

 

(TRACK ELEVEN)

(FLORISH OF MUSIC INDICATIVE OF GALILEAN HELL)

(BUZZY VOICE REVERSED-PRE-RECORDED)

Ahhh!

Turning, turning, turning again

Completely backwards, I do tend!

Wheeling, wheeling

Circling, circling

(BUZZY REVERSED)

Retrograde

Amongst the shades!

(BUZZY REVERSED)

I’m reversed

Amongst the cursed!

(BUZZY REVERSED)

My fate dwells in starkness

In this drawer

Filled with visible darkness!

In Damned sway

Set to continuous play!

I can tell

This Christian Hell!

(BUZZY REVERSED)

Shuffle

Does not muffle

The vain din

Of contrition!

Spinning

The fused skulls grinning

Turning

Screams wafting in air as yearning

Onwards

Backwards!

(BUZZY REVERSED)

Spinning faster

Torments vaster

Arc of claw

Nears Doom’s maw!

Craters aflame!

Perdition’s gain!

Bound in chain

Spun in fire

At the speed pf the dire!

Round the curve

My path is swerved

As the prey

Of worms on the way

From a tongue’s brunt

Of Hell’s Grim Tyrant!

(BACKWARDS BUZZY)

They burrow deep

In faster sweep

Round and round

Stirring

Whirring

Regret is found

Heed the sound

Slay the night

I am contrite!

Part the fire

As I require

All about

Now

Coil of smoke

Take me and float

Where I can push the button

And change the track..done!

(MELODY STOPS)

 

(TRACK TWELVE)

A time of peace?

A moment of surcease?

(F/X-GRIM BURST OF MELODY)

Ahhh!! Into further bleak I’m spun!

Ahhh! Perdition maintains its dominion

What fate is this for a Super CD?!

(FADES IN MUSICAL BLARE)

(F/X-SPLASH)

 

(TRACK THIRTEEN)

What is this?

The Styx?

Spinning round about me!

Charon pushing viciously!

Ahhh!! Now I’m spun

Round the fangs of Cerberus!

Three headed dog eternally malicious!

Ahhh!! It’s turning to River Acheron

Wheeling down the track!

A spiral of black

What a fate for me

I’m still a Super CD!

A leveled boast, a fallen dream

Is all it now seems!

Oh! Dread lifts a finger

As Cocytus the River!

Thusly does deliver

Spun into the path

Of bloody Phlegethon, red in wrath!

To flee

To fly

This act be ally

Of the mighty

I am still a Super CD!

Hurtling

Circling

Steeper

Deeper

More

In store

In drawer!

Bound in round

Wheeling dire

In fire

Upon

With Ixion

I the bottomless pail

Filled with Maenad’s wail

Spinning round the stony height

Etched black even against eternal night

In the drawer

And the boulder Sisyphus bore!

Rolling, rolling

Turning, turning

In a surge

Vainly upwards

Though I impress

Embrace success!

Turning, turning

Rolling, rolling

Sisyphus, intentions stout

Now up and out!

Where I can push the button

And change the track…done!

(MELODY STOPS)

 

(TRACK FOURTEEN)

Ahhh….a moment of surcease

I will not release!

Go ahead…I want you to play the other CD! C’est finis!

(GRIM BURST OF MELODY)

Very well!

I’ll just stop!

 

END OF CD-A SCRIPT

 

 

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