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
(LYRICS,
CONCEPTUAL PIECING BY BUZZSAW)
(MUSIC
BY THE SHAVINGS)
A
TALE OF TWO CD’S
(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