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(SCENE ON /ANGELINE walks on/She’s got a handful of lives, and she’s rolling the dice/ Just twenty-two and some gun’s got her blue /A BULLET falls out, starts crawling about/ She gets down/ She gets ready to give /She won’t live, she refuses to live
Cannot forgive)

Though it felt like attack/ despite the lust that she lacked
Ended up on her back/ can’t get that back

SCENE FOUR/ starts with the slam of a door. FOCUS ON DAN/ bloody car keys in hand
Behind him the grey morning light suffuses/A ROOM containing the bodies six dead ex-users/ DAN wishes they’d been choosers/ Wouldn’t of had to make em life’s losers/ Well, this kid he knows he’s mismeasured/but he thinks this mistake may be a treasure/ He feels near, he feels clear, he feels nearer than near/ At least more than over here with all the goddamn living (who think that grieving is giving)/ He’s due at a party across town with Angeline right about now but he’s got some misgivings/ Coz if he’s goes around to hang down with all those cheap clueless clowns/ his head hung with this heavy crown?/
Well, you can be sure as shit /that some shit’ll go down)

It’s not the things that they want/ it’s not the things that they need
It’s the way a guy dies (that you’ve known your whole life)
And all they ask about is, “how much did he bleed”?

(Dan says this as he leaves)

DAN (as he leaves)
In that dress/ drunk and full of distress/ she was/ more than a mess to me
She can stand all the blood on my hands/ she is/ more than the rest to me

(SCENE SIXTY-EIGHT/ In a HOUSE FULL OF SNAKES/ Phonies so fucking false/ that their skin falls in flakes /It’s hosted by some well dressed designers we met back in SCENE ELEVEN/ they barely escaped with their lives at the end of SCENE THIRTY-SEVEN. They’re talking to some dyed-black banged/ twenty-time tattooed young boomerangs/ who in SCENE NINE wanted nothing/ Now out of their parents’ houses (having opened their mouths for all kinds of somethings)

They say they’ve all stopped their wanting coz

ALL

It’s ‘so passé’

(Except FRANNIE in the corner with her arms around her knees/ she’s wishing for day
These tall kids whisper like trees/ then on bodies they prey/ I’ve got nervous breath/ my ride just left/ and I’ve no choice but to stay/ Finally, feeling sick/ throat filled with drip / I took a trip over a guy/ The kind you could drag behind you for a mile/ And he’d thank you for the ride.)

And they take such great pains/ to prove they’re not plain
But yr effort’s to blame/ y’all try the same
And it’s pretty lame
You’re lame, man.

DAN

In that dress drunk and full of distress/ she was/ more than a mess to me
If she can stand all the blood on my hands/ she is/ more than the rest to me

(FINAL SCENE/ Conscience clean/ DAN walks in to the house/ to pull ANGELINE out/ Walks into that back room/ wraps the BULLET in a blanket/ kisses ANGELINE on the mouth)

SOME CHUMP CHEWING A SNAKE

Aw, gimmee a break…

(This did not dilute DAN’s disgust/ and he beat him to dust/ While making escape lit a cigarette dangling/ from some drooling fools lips/ that jerk dripped it down to the carpet/ shit lit up like a torch-tip/ and the flames rose as WE split/ That’s right ME/ I was the third of the throng not to die/ (DAN tipped me off with a wink of his eye)/ So I stood as the only bystander by/ as the flames rose high/ and the dead did die/ and they all screamed “why?”)

ALL

Why!?

(Then the mannequin mass/ of the coy and the crass/ melted into a river of plastic that streamed cross the grass/ It flooded the valley/ coated everything around/ cooled off and froze solid at the edge of downtown/ And though it smells slightly of skin, and the clear’s tinted brown/ it makes a mighty fine monument/ to contradiction town/ As I breathe in the fumes / And I stare at the sky…)

What can I say about Dan?

ME

Well, I always liked the guy.

YOU tell ME why


I hope that bullet still breathes.

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from Summer Of Fear, released October 20, 2009

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