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The New Albion Radio Hour, A Dieselpunk Opera<\/b>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Act 1: John<\/b><\/p>\n

Overture<\/b><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

Welcome now, to the continuing adventures of lost and fabled New Albion brought to you by Papaver Cigarette, the smoke that takes the anxieties of the day and sweeps them away. There\u2019s always an excuse for a Papaver cigarette!<\/i><\/p>\n

Come with us, friends, back to a time that never was\u2026 The New Albion Radio Hour!<\/i><\/p>\n

New Albion 5<\/b><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

Welcome back listeners to tonight\u2019s broadcast.<\/i><\/p>\n

For close to 10 years a civil war has raged across New Albio. It is only with the Battle of Crier\u2019s Blvd that at last a victor emerges. But how was this battle truly won and lost? Join me, your host Lloyd Allen and The Dieselpunk Orchestra as we take a tour through our dear city, explore the events surrounding the Battle of Crier\u2019s Blvd and meet tonight\u2019s featured family, The O\u2019Briens. Here on The New Albion Radio Hour!<\/i><\/p>\n

Theres\u2019s a city i could name, which i\u2019m sad to say became
\nA quite uptight, opressive and obsessive police state
\n<\/span>And ex soldier one day vowed to bring the martial regime down
\n<\/span>By igniting revolution, but the question remained how<\/span><\/p>\n

One night at half past three, he quietly snuck beneath
\nParliament, the seat of power where government meets
\n<\/span>In the water there that ran, a truth serum he did plant
\n<\/span>And that is how New Albion\u2019s civil war began<\/span><\/p>\n

The revolution, friends, is here and it\u2019s been going on for years
\nThe undertakers and arms dealers all have crystal chandeliers
\n<\/span>There\u2019s a union now for spies who can be bought for any side
\n<\/span>Their boss, the cigarette girl works the Rumba Club most nights<\/span><\/p>\n

In Districts 3 and 4 and 1, there\u2019s a red haired lad who runs
\nThe gangs of orphaned, feral youth who under his watch have become
\n<\/span>Organized, disciplined and for liquor, drugs and contraband
\n<\/span>The mob and postal service use them to deliver cross the land<\/span><\/p>\n

The power generators \u2018neath Districts 7, 8 and 3
\nExcrete a dust, a sandy rust it\u2019s been discovered lead
\n<\/span>To quite a pleasing, dreamy high, thus it\u2019s the new drug on the rise
\nBut only three albinos living underground know where it lies<\/span><\/p>\n

A tinker we all know, with a shop on tin pan row
\n<\/span>Makes little metal fairies whose souls\u2019 a flake of snow
\n<\/span>The government\u2019s last great big hope, the Super Soldier Plan you know
\n<\/span>We\u2019ll be looking at more closely, friends, so stay tuned to the show<\/span><\/p>\n

The Green Room Pale<\/b>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

We take you now to a small, morbid room deep in an underground bunker. His skin festering where the cables and iron tubes worm their way in and out of his reconstructed body, John O\u2019Brien sits alone in the sickly green light, where only 2 mannequins with screens for heads keep him company.<\/i><\/p>\n

Child on screen:<\/i><\/p>\n

Past the world, past the night, past the stars where sea birds fly
\nPast your dreams to toyland\u2019s shore, where we will meet again once more<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

John:
\n<\/i>There\u2019s rust in my bones and sins in my flesh
\n<\/span>My skin rots wires and iron infest
\n<\/span>They\u2019ve butchered my body to make me the best<\/span><\/p>\n

Their mad dog of war they unleash on the world
\n<\/span>To burn and ravage, gut and hurl
\n<\/span>In between i sit here and think of the girl<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The scent of fragrance on the wind
\nIs all you are and all you\u2019ve been
\n<\/span>Lullabyes and dime store tales
\n<\/span>No dreams escape the green room pale<\/span><\/p>\n

No colors cloud your day dreams, your penny dreadful memories
\n<\/span>Your worn through war time serial tales
\n<\/span>No dreams escape the green room pale<\/span><\/p>\n

Their one super soldier, the one that survived
\nThe red pill\u2019s for duty the blue\u2019s for inside
\n<\/span>Their failed plan for an army of gods made of iron<\/span><\/p>\n

At night these screens light up with faces i\u2019ve known
\n<\/span>The flesh i\u2019ve left rots and falls from my bones
\n<\/span>I sit with the girl in the screen all alone<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0PA:<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0Please exit the bunker, take the red pill, and report for active duty
\n<\/i>Please exit the bunker, take the red pill, and report for active duty<\/i><\/p>\n

In the fire in the fire
\nBathe in the fire in the fire<\/span><\/p>\n

The Pitch<\/b>\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

Come with us dear listener, as we go backwards in time, just a few years, to when John O\u2019Brien was just a regular citizen, like you, enjoying a few drinks at his local pub as had become his ever increasing habit.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Guy:<\/i><\/p>\n

Hey there buddy, you\u2019re lookin\u2019 down. Say, you\u2019re John O\u2019Brien, aren\u2019t you? Ah, jeez fellow, i heard about what happened to your wife. Those damn rebels and their bombs, got no respect for law and order.\u00a0 Who, me? Well look here, i\u2019ll level with ya. It\u2019s a damn shame to see a guy with your potential drink himself away like this is all. Yeah, you. We think you gotta lot of potential. That\u2019s right, i\u2019m from the government and i\u2019m here to help. I gotta propisition for ya.<\/i><\/p>\n

Things have got you down you don\u2019t know where to run
\n<\/span>They\u2019re picking off the things you love one by one
\n<\/span>Well i\u2019ve got news for you, a life you enver dreamed come true<\/span><\/p>\n

The War Department has a plan, needs men like you
\n<\/span>We\u2019re setting up a special force to end this coup
\n<\/span>Don\u2019t drown your sorrows, bud, quench your thirst on rebel blood<\/span><\/p>\n

Get it up, step it up, grab a gun and settle it up
\n<\/span>Enlist, get with the plan cause Freedom Corps will make you a new man<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We\u2019re gonna take you, make you more than just a man
\nA god, a super soldier, yes an ubermensch
\n<\/span>The next root race is on hand, you\u2019ll be the new age of man<\/span><\/p>\n

So put away that drink and let us change your life
\nProtect your city, save the day, avenge your wife
\n<\/span>Kill some rebs, win the war, be a hero, be adored<\/span><\/p>\n

Get it up, step it up, grab a gun and settle it up
\nEnlist, get with the plan cause Freedom Corps will make you a new man<\/span><\/p>\n

Having Left<\/b><\/p>\n

Child on screen:
\n<\/i>Past the world, past the night, past the stars where sea birds fly
\n<\/span>Past your dreams to toyland\u2019s shore, where we will meet again once more<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

John:
\n<\/i>I sat beside your bed on the night before i left
\n<\/span>While you slept i had my say
\n<\/span>I know i had some drink, I explained you everything
\n<\/span>About why i couldn\u2019t stay<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My anger and my grief, liquor pain and broken dreams
\nI was no good for you babe
\n<\/span>They offered me a way to quench my thirst for blood and rage
\n<\/span>And so daddy went away<\/span><\/p>\n

Your Daddy went away, your Daddy went away
\nThe hole in which i fell didn\u2019t want for you as well so Daddy went away<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I became the hand of karma, of wrath and fire and fodder
\nThe terror in their night
\n<\/span>The monster in the basement, the ogre of damnation
\n<\/span>And the man inside died<\/span><\/p>\n

But then one day the rage was all gone and what remained
\nWas a chasm in my chest
\n<\/span>The only thing that mattered the child i turned my back on
\n<\/span>The girl i should have kept
\n<\/span>But Daddy left, Daddy left your Daddy left<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The things that i have done, the wrath that i have wrung
\nThe widows who have wept
\n<\/span>The beast that i\u2019ve become the judgement and the blood
\n<\/span>You must forget or be crippled by regret<\/span><\/p>\n

Your daddy left, your Daddy left, your Daddy left
\nYour Mother was my life, my heart and soul and wife
\n<\/span>She blew up and was gone, i didn\u2019t know how to go on
\n<\/span>I didn\u2019t know how to accept<\/span><\/p>\n

I wish for your forgiveness, i wish the past was different
\nI wish i would have known
\n<\/span>I wish for starts and sails, pipe dreams and fairytales
\n<\/span>But atonement time has flown<\/span><\/p>\n

And if somewhere you hate me, if your memories of me faded
\nAnd resentment\u2019s all you know
\n<\/span>You can take some consolation at the sad end of his days
\n<\/span>Daddy will die all alone<\/span><\/p>\n

Daddy will die all alone
\nThere\u2019s no one else that\u2019s left, just this room and war and death
\n<\/span>Your daddy\u2019s all alone<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The Operation<\/b><\/p>\n

PA:<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0Please exit the bunker, take the red pill, and report for active duty<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

Wade in the night to dance the wild ballet the brutal fray
\nWade in the night to lost yourself inside the feral fight
\n<\/span>Wade in the night embrace the unrestrained, the cruel ballet<\/span><\/p>\n

In the fire, in the fire, in the fire, bathe in the fire
\nWade in the night<\/span><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

And now we come to the Battle of Crier\u2019s Blvd. After months of extensive planning the city government had devised an operation and piece of technology that could finally turn the tide of the war. Complicated as it was, it hinged upon their modified super soldier John O\u2019Brien leading a platoon of men and taking a key facility.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Their orders are also very clear that everyone they find is disposable with extreme prejudice.<\/i><\/p>\n

…<\/i><\/p>\n

Thus it is that John O\u2019Brien, the lumbering iron golem, darling of the government\u2019s modification experiments infiltrates the labyrinthian faclity and with a platoon of men razes a swath of blood and destruction behind them.<\/i><\/p>\n

Finally they come to the door of the room they were sent to take. John orders the men to hold their positions in the hall and blows down the door. Inside are only 3 noncombatant hostiles, 2 men and 1 woman.<\/i>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

The woman screams and so he aims at her first. There is a long pause as their eyes lock and hold. Finally John lowers his gun and sings.<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/i>John:
\n<\/i>Past the world, past the night, past the stars where sea birds fly
\n<\/span>Past your dreams to toyland\u2019s shore, where we will meet again once more<\/span><\/p>\n

Woman:
\n<\/i>Daddy?<\/span>\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

John O\u2019Brien and his daughter stand staring at each other for a long, frozen moment\u2026 until the sound of voices and weapons being locked and loaded echo from the hallway, breaking the spell. John nods slowly at his daughter. He reloads his weapon, turns around, raises it and walk out into the hall.<\/i><\/p>\n

John:
\n<\/i>Wade in the night when what you were is through, the light came for you
\n<\/span>Wade in the night the day that you were found and lay your burdens down
\n<\/span>Wade in the night even the walking damned defend their lambs
\n<\/span>Wade in the night all your creations too return to you<\/span><\/p>\n

In the fire
\nBathe in the fire
\n<\/span>Wade in the night<\/span><\/p>\n

Act 2: Constance<\/b><\/p>\n

The Thief<\/b><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/i>And now, back to The New Albion Radio Hour!<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/i>Welcome listeners to the 2nd Act of tonight’s broadcast.\u00a0 And tonight we have a special treat. The one and only Constance O’Brien, star of the stage is here in our very own studio to perform the lead role in\u00a0 of our 2nd act. Welcome Miss O’Brien. We’re big fans here at The New Albion Radio Hour.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

Oh thank you, Llloyd, the pleasure’s all mine.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Announcer:
\n<\/i>“So who will you be playing for us tonight?”<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Well, as soon as i get in character, i’ll be Inanna, a young attendee of New Albion’s high society soirees, who has a secret agenda of her own.”<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Announcer:
\n<\/i>Well, listeners, while Constance gets ready, why don’t you let me Lloyd Allen and The Dieselpunk Orchestra here set the stage for our next Act and tell you a little bit about her character.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0Here, on The New Albion Radio Hour<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>The thief is a lady, a lonely girl who maybe
\nKnows the ways of loss from end to end
\n<\/span>The world where she\u2019s staying, its high class rules seem crazy
\n<\/span>And she\u2019s a low class girl who smiles and just pretends<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019s taking her time, she\u2019s taking your cool
\nShe\u2019s taking your heart while she\u2019s taking your jewels
\n<\/span>She\u2019s taking tonight. She\u2019s taking tonight. She\u2019s taken tonight
\n<\/span>She\u2019s taking it all, she\u2019s taking your side<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019s taking it on, taking you for a ride
\nShe\u2019s taking tonight. She\u2019s taking tonight. She\u2019s taking tonight.
\n<\/span>The thief is a lady, on her mother\u2019s grave cried daily
\n<\/span>And still lights a flame on Sundays at the shrine<\/span><\/p>\n

But now she\u2019s been staying in a world refined and stately
\nWhere beauty hides a fierce and cruel design<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019s taking her time\u2026
\nIn the highest class of Albion, the laws are quite clear
\n<\/span>If you\u2019re female and divorced you have no rights to adhere
\n<\/span>Your wealth, your home, your children are all his to decide<\/span><\/p>\n

Ladies drink their tea in fear of being tossed aside
\nThe thief has seen this very thing happen up close
\n<\/span>Man cheats, then divorces, then down his wife goes
\n<\/span>At 50 all her money, children, world and friends<\/span><\/p>\n

Are gone in one brief flash and all she knows just ends
\nAmongst these fine ladies, word of mouth says maybe
\n<\/span>If he decides to cast you cold aside
\n<\/span>A thief, she can save thee, she only works for ladies<\/span><\/p>\n

She\u2019ll get that little nest egg he denied
\nShe\u2019s taking her time\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

The Discussion 1<\/b><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>My sweet satin baby, two tickets are waiting
\n<\/span>We\u2019ll toast on the coast far from this town<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Tonight when all the lights hit the ballroom
\n<\/span>And the shakers and the quakers twirl round
\n<\/span>And one of them conceals a small case we\u2019ve been hired to steal
\n<\/span>Tonight when the heist goes down<\/span><\/p>\n

Our client this time pays a pretty pocket
\n(<\/span>Thomas<\/i>: I\u2019ll be there watching)
\n<\/span>At last we can afford to skip town
\n<\/span>(<\/span>Thomas<\/i>: and pouring drinks if trouble brews)<\/span><\/p>\n

Tomorrow don\u2019t you know to the Tusian Coast we\u2019ll go
\nAfter tonight when the heist goes down
\n<\/span>My sweet satin baby, two tickets are waiting
\n<\/span>We\u2019ll toast on the coast far from this town<\/span><\/p>\n

The Soiree<\/b><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>It\u2019s a dance in the city with the dames dolled up all pretty
\n<\/span>And they\u2019re feeling fine and frisky tonight
\n<\/span>And the beaus in their clothes with boots and tuxes, ties and bows
\n<\/span>Getting flirty, smiling dirty all right<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a high class soiree, a hint of culture, tint of gay
\nThe refined are lined to come out and play
\n<\/span>With a fella on my arm i\u2019m up to do a little harm
\n<\/span>He\u2019s my mark i\u2019m out to charm and get paid<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark:
\n<\/i>Well aren’t you the cat\u2019s meow.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>C:
\n<\/i>You’re quite light on your feet yourself.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Mark:
\n<\/i>Would you care for a Papaver cigarette?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>C:
\n<\/i>No, handsome, let’s just dance.<\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the forefront of fashion, they\u2019re sashaying at this bash and
\nAll the trends are getting set left and right
\n<\/span>All the wheeling and dealing, drinks and handshakes all are sealing
\n<\/span>All the trysts and twists of business ignite<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the thrill of romancing all the belles are out a prancing
\nAnd i\u2019m dancing like a devil tonight
\n<\/span>It\u2019s the science of flirtation all the wily games you\u2019re playing
\n<\/span>And you both think you\u2019re the cat with the mice<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the partay, at the soiree come alive inside and rave away and play
\nIt\u2019s so risqu\u00e9, where the rich play, come inside, come alive, come and wine and dine and hustle today
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Mark:
\n<\/i>Say, you don\u2019t suppose\u00a0 i\u00a0 could i ask your father for permission to court you?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>C: My father is gone. Probably dead.<\/i><\/p>\n

Mark:
\n<\/i>Oh dear r<\/i><\/p>\n

C:
\nAnd i ‘d rather not…<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Mark:
\n<\/i>Well They say if you journey to the underworld you can raise the dead, or at least see them i suppose… what’s that Greek myth…<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>C: You’re a better dancer than a conversationalist, darling.<\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a dance in the city while the rich are sitting pretty
\nThere\u2019s a thief and she\u2019s a sneaking in sight
\n<\/span>While his eyes and hands are roaming i\u2019m just eyeing up his coat
\n<\/span>Where the little case i\u2019m chasing lies<\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s a moment that\u2019s growing where i\u2019m going all for broke and
\nI just know it\u2019s gonna show itself soon
\n<\/span>With a dip and a touch and with some luck a clumsy bump
\n<\/span>And then i\u2019m done and gonna run to the moon<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the partay, at the soiree come alive inside and rave away and play
\nIt\u2019s so risqu\u00e9, where the rich play, come inside, come alive, come and wine and dine and hustle today
\n<\/span>At the partay, at the soiree come alive inside and rave away and play
\n<\/span>It\u2019s so risqu\u00e9, where the rich play come inside come alive come and wine and dine and hustle today<\/span><\/p>\n

Don\u2019t be dismayed don\u2019t you sit or stay clear cause all the action happens here
\nIt\u2019s a fact that these soirees are where decisions are made
\n<\/span>And behind all the smiles there\u2019s a beast here all the while<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a deadly affair, it\u2019s ferocious in its glare
\n<\/span>It\u2019s a glamour a test it\u2019ll go straight to your head
\n<\/span>It\u2019s the silent deadly brawl it\u2019s the writing on the wall where you stand when the card fall<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a dance in the city all the wild and the witty
\nGetting giddy geared up pretty to play
\n<\/span>It\u2019s the body\u2019s reaction to the musical attraction
\n<\/span>It\u2019s relaxing and it\u2019s starting to sway<\/span><\/p>\n

A sensation, a dip, the right rotation of the hips
\nA quick elation you maintain all the night
\n<\/span>You can lose yourself in motion or commit something felonious
\n<\/span>As a bonus cause you know it\u2019s all right<\/span><\/p>\n

The Bust<\/b><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>Do you have it?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Got it right here. Hang on, i\u2019ll be back in a second\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Police:
\n<\/i>And on the day we come it\u2019s over
\n<\/span>Please all keep calm while we perform our vows
\n<\/span>This man, an officer has eyed him
\n<\/span>He is a rebel. Soldiers, shoot him now<\/span><\/p>\n

And there\u2019s a device we have been seeking
\nAnd it is in this room we know
\n<\/span>There is a thief and she has got it
\n<\/span>I\u2026\u00a0 what do mean she\u2019s gone? Well find her. Go!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Run like the hunted
\n<\/span>run like they\u2019re coming
\n<\/span>run like the sword will finally fall
\n<\/span>run like the desperate
\n<\/span>your last final minute
\n<\/span>run like the end has come to call
\n<\/span>run like the hours
\n<\/span>the days all when counted|
\n<\/span>run like they passed while dreamers slept
\n<\/span>run like the fire,\u00a0<\/span>the winds of desire
\n<\/span>run if you want to live again<\/span><\/p>\n

run and taste the rain, run from mistakes you\u2019ve made
\nrun, run away
\n<\/span>run and just embrace, run, the air the pulse the pain
\n<\/span>run, run away<\/span><\/p>\n

Jackie:
\n<\/i>Constance!<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Aunt Jackie?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Jackie:
\n<\/i>Quick, get in.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Aunt Jackie what are you doing here?<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:
\n<\/i>A dragnet\u2019s on the street and your name is its list my sweet
\n<\/span>The cops are blowing doors down while they weep
\n<\/span>But you, my dear\u2019ve been busy making pockets light and dizzy
\n<\/span>I know the little secrets that you keep<\/span><\/p>\n

My pals in the resistance caught wind of the existence
\nOf this dapper device called an MCG
\n<\/span>And they hired this thief to swipe it then you show up dolled and diapered
\n<\/span>Now i know the little secret that you keep<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Aunt J, i know you raised me after my folks died but these days
\n<\/span>I\u2019ve got a gig that\u2019s heavy, crazy, sweet
\n<\/span>I new name, boyfriend, life i meant to tell you but got tied
\n<\/span>Oh these little family secrets that we keep<\/span><\/p>\n

Jackie:
\n<\/i>You new life sad to say the cops are peeling it away
\n<\/span>Your name, your place dismantled piece by piece
\n<\/span>That thing you took is precious to the cops, hawks and resistance
\n<\/span>And they\u2019ll string you up and swing you in the streets<\/span><\/p>\n

There\u2019s one way that this goes down, we\u2019ve got to get you underground
\nThis map is marked and bring that MCG
\n<\/span>Down beneath the city a substation sits all ready
\n<\/span>To receive that hot potato that you keep<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>I don\u2019t care about your plan, i only care about my man
\n<\/span>When the cops came he was stuck and still inside
\n<\/span>If they find out who he is, he\u2019ll be beaten, tortured, killed
\n<\/span>I could trade this stupid thing to save his life<\/span><\/p>\n

Jackie:
\n<\/i>Your fella\u2019s not important, you forget that there\u2019s a war on
\n<\/span>There\u2019s a greater good of which you now must thing
\n<\/span>We\u2019ve worked for years and now we\u2019re gonna bring those bastards down
\n<\/span>Ah these little family secrets that we keep<\/span><\/p>\n

I will spill a straight admission, your aunt\u2019s long since found religion
\nThere\u2019s a voodoo cult who meets under the streets
\n<\/span>Go underground and find them and they\u2019ll help you and they\u2019ll guide you
\n<\/span>They know the little secrets that you keep<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh these little family secrets that we keep
\nThose little fam\u2026<\/span> Constance, come back!<\/i><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Run like the hunted
\n<\/span>run like they\u2019re coming
\n<\/span>run like the sword will finally fall<\/span><\/p>\n

run like the desperate
\n<\/span>your last final minute
\n<\/span>run like the end has come to call<\/span><\/p>\n

run like the hours
\nthe days all when counted
\n<\/span>run like they passed while dreamers slept<\/span><\/p>\n

run like the fire
\nthe winds of desire
\n<\/span>run if you want to live again<\/span><\/p>\n

run and taste the rain, run from mistakes you\u2019ve made
\nrun, run away
\n<\/span>run and just embrace, run, the air the pulse the pain
\n<\/span>run, run away<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Thomas, Thomas<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>Inanna here i am<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Oh thank Gd baby
\n<\/span>How did you escape?<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>Don\u2019t worry now
\n<\/span>Do you still have it?<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>It\u2019s right here, now come let\u2019s blow this joint my dear
\n<\/span>Tonight the heist went down<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>And on the day we come it\u2019s over
\n<\/span>I can help you if you just stay calm
\n<\/span>There\u2019s bigger things here than you realize
\n<\/span>I\u2019m sorry but this must be done<\/span><\/p>\n

And on this day the party\u2019s over
\nIt\u2019s time to wake up there\u2019s a war to win<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>This isn\u2019t real, this isn\u2019t happening
\n<\/span>When did they turn you, how long since?<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>Just take my hand i\u2019ll help you live<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Run, the tears\u00a0 and shame,\u00a0 run when you\u2019ve been betrayed
\n<\/span>Run, run away
\n<\/span>Run when your heart breaks, run, the pain just slaps your face
\nRun, run away<\/span><\/p>\n

Run\u2026. Taste the tears you make, run from mistakes you\u2019ve made
\nRun, run away
\n<\/span>Run\u2026\u2026 somewhere far away
\n<\/span>Run, run away<\/span><\/p>\n

The Underground<\/b><\/p>\n

Announcer:
\n<\/i>And so, hunted and devoid of option, Constance heads to the tunnels beneath the city<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Choir:
\n<\/i>The quiet the lost, the halls forgot
\n<\/span>The slouching engines growl
\n<\/span>The long, dark land, the lost enchant
\n<\/span>In the under, in the underground<\/span><\/p>\n

The concrete deep which breathes beneath
\nWhere half mad creatures prowl
\n<\/span>The tribes and ones who\u2019ve not seen the sun
\n<\/span>In the under, in the underground<\/span><\/p>\n

In the under, in the underground
\nLost streams flow in dark below
\n<\/span>Where eyeless sailors drown
\n<\/span>Forgotten gods and faeries lost<\/span><\/p>\n

In the under, in the underground<\/p>\n

Announcer:
\n<\/i>And so, stumbling beneath the dark labyrinths beneath the city, Constance\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Wait.. wait\u2026 you\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Announcer:
\n<\/i>Finds herself persued by\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Don\u2019t\u2026 don\u2019t i know you?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Announcer:
\n<\/i>No, no. Shh\u2026 don\u2019t break character<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>But there was\u2026 there was\u2026\u2026. There was like, a, radio broadcast?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Announcer:
\n<\/i>Another life in another world, dear<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Who are you?<\/i><\/p>\n


\n<\/i>Announcer:
\n<\/i>Whoever the story needs me to be. Now come, let\u2019s slip back into character. Sh\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

Choir:
\n<\/i>Cold dreams wind through feasts of blind
\n<\/span>Fallen angel frown
\n<\/span>The cults who\u2019ve fled call forth the dead
\n<\/span>In the under, in the underground<\/span><\/p>\n

The quiet the lost, the halls forgot
\nThe slouching engines growl
\n<\/span>The long, dark land, the lost enchant
\n<\/span>In the under, in the underground
\n<\/span>In the under, in the underground<\/span><\/p>\n

The Wasteland<\/b><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Angry adolescents with no parents left
\n<\/span>Hang out all night sharpening their attitudes and smoking cigarettes
\n<\/span>Laugh and howl and cry until the room spins
\n<\/span>Hang on to Katy, all i know is tomorrow night i\u2019ll do it all again<\/span><\/p>\n

In the wasteland
\nWhere the ashes, ashes all fall down from worlds that could never stand
\n<\/span>In the wasteland
\n<\/span>Where rings of roses, broken boughs, just fall down and down and down<\/span><\/p>\n

I raged with Katy through our last teens years
\nWe\u2019s too wild to notice and too sad to care
\n<\/span>I learned the wind blows and the bough it breaks
\n<\/span>So i looked to have some laughs, some grass, and shots of what you got i\u2019ll take<\/span><\/p>\n

At 2 A M a pack of wild kids laugh swig bottles back
\nStumbling and fumbling i bid good night and slap their backs
\n<\/span>I\u2019d stray to the graveyard and pass out on my mother\u2019s grave
\n<\/span>Til my aunt comes, puts a blanket round me, and just sits and stays<\/span><\/p>\n

In the wasteland
\nWhere the ashes, ashes all fall down from worlds that could never stand
\n<\/span>In the wasteland
\n<\/span>Where rings of roses, broken boughs, just fall down and down and down<\/span><\/p>\n

Katy\u2019s daddy threw her mum aside
\nLeft her with nothing, and i\u2019d loved her, she was always kind
\n<\/span>And in her hour of need no one would look around
\n<\/span>Someone had to step up, but i was ground and drowned and so far down<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019s in the wasteland\u2026.
\nMy dear Daddy, whiskey on his breath
\n<\/span>I never knew him really and one day, daddy left
\n<\/span>But still he\u2019d say \u201cmy girl if only one thing now<\/span><\/p>\n

I ever teach you sweetheart\u2026. Do not stay down
\nLittle girl oh little girl you don\u2019t stay down
\n<\/span>You kick and scream and scratch, you roar and thrash but don\u2019t stay down
\n<\/span>The last breath you take, spit in their face, You lick your wounds another day<\/span><\/p>\n

But get off the ground, go take em down, oh little girl, don\u2019t stay down
\nDaddy dear, i could use your voice right now
\n<\/span>Life\u2019s smacked me round and i\u2019m so down, i just can\u2019t get up from here
\n<\/span>I put that angry girl behind me and i rose<\/span><\/p>\n

From ash just like you asked, i could use her here now, though
\nI\u2019m in the wasteland
\n<\/span>Where the ashes, ashes all fall down from worlds that could never stand
\n<\/span>In the wasteland<\/span><\/p>\n

Where rings of roses, broken boughs, just fall down and down and down
\nLittle girl oh little girl you don\u2019t stay down
\n<\/span>You kick and scream and scratch, you roar and thrash but don\u2019t stay down
\n<\/span>The last breath you take, spit in their face, You lick your wounds another day
\n<\/span>But get off the ground, go take em down, oh little girl, don\u2019t stay down<\/span><\/p>\n

The Discussion 2<\/b><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>And if you stay calm i can help you\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>You must be glad now you finally found me
\n<\/span>Lord knows what they offered you to rat
\n<\/span>I just want to know when did they turn you, when\u2019d you go?
\n<\/span>How long\u2019d you plan to stab me in the back?<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>I was never turned i was undercover
\n<\/span>Constance, this was never about you
\n<\/span>This city, people\u2019s lives, we must step up and sacrifice
\n<\/span>To bring peace back, i swear that this is true<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>You told me that you loved me
\n<\/span>You told me we were meant to be
\n<\/span>You lied and you broke my heart
\n<\/span>You told me that you loved me
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

You used me and you played me<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>Like you played your marks
\n<\/span>Like you played your marks<\/span><\/p>\n

The thief is a lady and i hoped that one day maybe
\nWhen this is over me might have a chance
\n<\/span>I swear that i came to love you and now save you
\n<\/span>But lives depend on finishing what i began<\/span><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>You told me that you loved me
\n<\/span>You broke me and you shattered me
\n<\/span>With every word, which maybe I deserve
\n<\/span>But I loved you with all my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

I loved you and you ripped me apart
\nI loved you and now it\u2019s gone<\/span><\/p>\n

Thomas:
\n<\/i>No!<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>What?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Thomas:
\n<\/i>It\u2019s them<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Who?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Thomas:
\n<\/i>You don\u2019t know what they\u2019ll do to me<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Who?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Thomas:
\n<\/i>The Voodoopunks<\/i><\/p>\n

Constance:
\n<\/i>Aunt Jackie?<\/i><\/p>\n

Jacqueline:
\n<\/i>Policeman, it\u2019s sublime to meet you here now at this time
\n<\/span>I notice that you\u2019ve made my dear niece cry
\n<\/span>But don\u2019t worry \u2018bout that, no, i\u2019ve brought some friends to say hello
\n<\/span>We\u2019re so glad that you have thought to stop on by<\/span><\/p>\n

Policeman, we all know that up there we\u2019re afraid to go
\nYou kill us in cold blood day after day
\n<\/span>But now we\u2019re underground and you are on our own turf now
\n<\/span>The Voodoopunks request your presence at our soiree<\/span><\/p>\n

The Voodoopunks<\/b><\/p>\n

Voodoopunks:
\n<\/i>Mortus re-de-unte ad nos
\n<\/span>reditum ad can-ta-re<\/span><\/p>\n

Mortus re-de-unte ad nos
\nreditum ad sal-ta-re<\/span><\/p>\n

Dollay oh oh we come dollay
\nDollay oh oh we come dollay
\n<\/span>Dollay oh oh we come dollay
\n<\/span>Dollay oh oh we come to play<\/span><\/p>\n

Jackie:
\n<\/i>All one, tonight we call, spirits come
\n<\/span>All one, tonight we call, spirits come
\n<\/span>Oh no Policeman you can be the vessel
\n<\/span>Spirits come and they take possession<\/span><\/p>\n

They bring us songs from Elysian Night
\nThey sing songs make you lose your mind
\n<\/span>Dollay, dollay oh
\n<\/span>Dollay, dollay oh oh<\/span><\/p>\n

Dollay, dollay oh
\nDollay, dollay oh oh
\n<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh Policeman we collect these songs
\n<\/span>Brought from the dead and we sing along
\n<\/span>All who hear they sing and cry
\n<\/span>It takes control you lose your mind<\/span><\/p>\n

All can, tonight we call spirits dance
\nAll can, tonight we call spirits dance
\n<\/span>Policeman, tonight you\u2019re the vessel and
\n<\/span>I promise you we\u2019ll make you a new man<\/p>\n

I promise you we\u2019ll make you a new man
\nPoliceman, years of dead we call
\n<\/span>We find the songs that they bring us all
\n<\/span>The ones that no one can deny<\/span><\/p>\n

The ones that make you lose your mind
\nThe ones that though you\u2019ve never heard
\n<\/span>Make you sing and know each word
\n<\/span>Policeman, it is time you know<\/span>The spirit comes and now you go<\/p>\n

The Substation<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/b>Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

After using her ex boyfriend as a vessel for spirit possesion and showing off a few of their potent, hypnotic songs of the dead they\u2019ve collected over the years, with which they hope to use to end the war, the Voodoopunks finally guide Constance to the substation where she can at last drop off the device that has caused her so much trouble.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i>Constance:
\n<\/i>Boys now please don\u2019t freak i brought this stupid M C G
\n<\/span>I\u2019ve had a long and really hellish day
\n<\/span>Take it and go do whatever you think you have to
\n<\/span>I want this bloody thing far away<\/span><\/p>\n

With this i wash my hands i lost my life and all i had
\n<\/span>And all i want to do is go to bed
\n<\/span>I\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

(door blows down and soldier enters)<\/i><\/p>\n

Act 3: Jacqueline<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Waiting<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Lloyd:<\/i><\/p>\n

And now, a very special word from our sponsor.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

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\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

And now, back to the New Albion Radio Hour!<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Welcome back to the 3rd<\/sup> and final act of our special broadcast focusing on the crucial Battle of Crier\u2019s Blvd which decided the outcome of the war.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

We open hours after the events of Act 1 and 2. Jacqueline O\u2019Brien sits in an islolated substation deep below the city with the captured Thomas.<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Waiting<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Waiting, and conversation<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Still no word from the surface<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

And so he bought the farm and left the city<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

But by then she was so drunk she couldn\u2019t keep it straight<\/p>\n

Still no word<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

But they never performed together ever after<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

He would have gotten it if he\u2019d been able to wait<\/p>\n

Still no word<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

I could hear my mother crying,<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Waiting<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Trying to be quiet, and it was then<\/p>\n

That i vowed that i\u2019d become a policeman<\/p>\n

Prevent that sort of thing from happening again<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Waiting<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Waiting<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Still no word<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

So have you ever been in love?<\/p>\n

The Best Of Times<\/b><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

A book store a fair, a music hall, park everywhere i went i saw her<\/p>\n

At a circus run down on the outskirts of town we sat down and started talking<\/p>\n

The hours stop, the days unwind, at a quarter to the best of times<\/p>\n

In hindsight i wish the sweet painful bliss of seduction had drawn out longer<\/p>\n

Cause we fell in fast, fell hard and the world spun past like a waltz that swept along us<\/p>\n

The hours stop, the days unwind, at five to the best of times<\/p>\n

From money she came, weekends in those days our soirees were the wildest in town<\/p>\n

The inspired the mad, the thinkers the poets all laughed, raised a glass and whirled past<\/p>\n

The hours stop, the days unwind, it\u2019s precisely now the best of times<\/p>\n

But times they darken. The purges had started. On the day they came Dorothy was taken.<\/p>\n

The doors all were locked. The parties all stopped. I learned to drink scotch in a dark room forsaken.<\/p>\n

Years passed but then, i saw her again sewing clothes in a room without fans<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t know me. She couldn\u2019t you see, in her eyes, something missed<\/p>\n

There\u2019s a trick with a pick, the doctor gives it a nick<\/p>\n

It makes you docile real quick<\/p>\n

The hours stop, the days unwind, moments pass, memories sigh<\/p>\n

At half past the best of times<\/p>\n

Going<\/b><\/p>\n

Soldier: Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear me? If anyone can hear me, run! Run!<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s time to go and see what\u2019s happening up there<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Jacqueline, what about me?<\/p>\n

Lloyd:<\/i><\/p>\n

And so Jacqueline hands Thomas over to the Voodoopunks to be executed<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie: <\/i><\/p>\n

What? No! No\u2026. are you insane? I\u2019m doing no such thing.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Lloyd:<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie, it\u2019s the story. You have to.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t have to do anything, Lloyd. For heaven\u2019s sake, he\u2019;s barely old enough to drink. He\u2019s misguided but he doesn\u2019t deserve to die. <\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

Well there\u2019s a new sentiment\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Besides, we used him enough.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Used me for what?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Lloyd:<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Lloyd, this isn\u2019t up for discussion. Thomas, you\u2019re coming to the surface with me. The war should have been over by now. The soldiers should be incapacitated, but\u2026 something\u2019s gone wrong.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie, what did you do?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

I think something very bad\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Lloyd:<\/i><\/p>\n

And so\u2026 (sighs) and so as Jacqueline and Thomas head to the surface, we go back several hours into the past where a company of soldiers have assembled at Crier\u2019s Blvd, beneath where a rampaging John O\u2019Brien had inexplicably turned against the other government soldiers.<\/i><\/p>\n

The Blood Red Dogs<\/b><\/p>\n

The Blood Red Dogs:<\/i><\/p>\n

Lock and load, let it go,<\/p>\n

the loathsome side show<\/p>\n

is coming on down the town<\/p>\n

barker in your hand<\/p>\n

it\u2019s a bedlam jam<\/p>\n

we\u2019ll be tearing it up all around<\/p>\n

fir in the hole<\/p>\n

it\u2019s a breezy stroll<\/p>\n

we\u2019ll have tea in hell today<\/p>\n

when the Blood Red Dogs<\/p>\n

come to do a job<\/p>\n

and send you on your way<\/p>\n

Company Captain:<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve come here to clean and we\u2019ve come here to play<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve come as the butcher to pack them away<\/p>\n

The target\u2019s beneath us and headed our way<\/p>\n

He\u2019ll be out here in 20, so look lively, mates<\/p>\n

And expect some more company, cause we\u2019re sexy machines<\/p>\n

When they hear that we\u2019re here, the Rebs will convene<\/p>\n

That cannot resist us, they want a night<\/p>\n

Of mayhem, so shoot all who come here on sight<\/p>\n

The Blood Red Dogs:<\/i><\/p>\n

Lock and load, let it go,<\/p>\n

the loathsome side show<\/p>\n

is coming on down the town<\/p>\n

barker in your hand<\/p>\n

it\u2019s a bedlam jam<\/p>\n

we\u2019ll be tearing it up all around<\/p>\n

fir in the hole<\/p>\n

it\u2019s a breezy stroll<\/p>\n

we\u2019ll have tea in hell today<\/p>\n

when the Blood Red Dogs<\/p>\n

come to do a job<\/p>\n

and send you on your way<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

We\u2019re ready to transmit on the MCG. Get the policeman. Put the policeman up against the MCG.<\/i><\/p>\n

Possessed Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Dollay oh oh we come dollay, dollay oh oh we come dollay<\/i><\/p>\n

Dollay oh oh we come dollay, dollay oh oh we come dollay<\/i><\/p>\n

Company Captain:<\/i><\/p>\n

Fifteen more minutes, til we get to play<\/p>\n

Though this song in our helmets should soon go away<\/p>\n

This new MCG that transmits to you men<\/p>\n

Will revolutionize tactics , but it\u2019s buggy as hell<\/p>\n

Ignore this damn music, stay focused instead<\/p>\n

When i find out who did this, i\u2019ll piss down their neck<\/p>\n

Do not start singing, stay\u2026<\/p>\n

Dolly oh oh we come dollay<\/p>\n

The Blood Red Dogs:<\/i><\/p>\n

Dollay oh oh we come dollay<\/p>\n

Dollay oh oh we come dollay<\/p>\n

Dollay oh oh we come dollay<\/p>\n

Dollay oh oh we come to play<\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

And so, with the MCG broadcasting the hypnotic song into the soldiers\u2019 helmets, they fall under its spell. As the song spreads, all who hear it begin singing, and it slowly but surely moves out into the greater population, spreading across the entire city like a virus.<\/i><\/p>\n

Population:<\/i><\/p>\n

Dollay dollay oh oh<\/p>\n

Dollay dollay oh oh<\/p>\n

Dollay dollay oh oh<\/p>\n

Dollay dollay oh oh<\/p>\n

The Reunion<\/b><\/p>\n

Lloyd:<\/i><\/p>\n

And so Jacqueline and Thomas step out into a city lain to waste. Everyone in sight is swaying mindlessly to the hypnotic song of the dead.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

The only sane people they find are Constance and her father John who look happy and serene. Having not seen each other in years, John and Jackie, brother and sister reunite.<\/i><\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

We never call on birthdays<\/p>\n

Jackie<\/i>:<\/p>\n

The haze and roads forgotten<\/p>\n

The lost left, wave behind<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

I know, i know we were never all that close<\/p>\n

We never talked, just pleasantries and lines<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

We never call on birthdays<\/p>\n

You lost her<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

You lost her<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

And i\u2019m so sorry<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

I\u2019m so sorry<\/p>\n

The hole goes<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

So far down<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s true, it\u2019s true, you had a language i never knew<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

You were always kind, when it really counts<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

We never call on birthdays<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

You\u2019re there at the beginning<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

Then gone as, as we live our lives<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

I know, i know, i couldn\u2019t be what you needed most<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

You were always kind in the darkest of times<\/p>\n

Jackie and John:<\/i><\/p>\n

We never call on birthdays<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Constance i am truly glad we found you<\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

I\u2019m glad they let you go, they were wrong<\/p>\n

Everyone\u2019s obsessed with control and dominance<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

How have you survived up here so long?<\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

We walked and we talked and we<\/p>\n

We walked my father and me<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

You strolled about in this\u2026 in this apocalypse?<\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

We walked and we talked so long<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Why haven\u2019t you succumbed to this song?<\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s like a noisy tale with hooks and dreams in which i do not care to be<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

The city is lost it\u2019s time to retreat<\/p>\n

Soon all will sccumb to this plague you\u2019ve unleashed<\/p>\n

At least we\u2019re together, now that it\u2019s done<\/p>\n

The only thing for us, we all now must run<\/p>\n

Jacqueline:<\/i><\/p>\n

Because we\u2019ve been possessed we are immune<\/p>\n

John\u2019s been mutilated, reconstructed so he\u2019s safe but<\/p>\n

Constance there\u2019s no reason why for you<\/p>\n

There\u2019s something in your eye, something happened this last night<\/p>\n

That changed you in some way i cannot tell<\/p>\n

But i have doomed them all i have caused this city\u2019s fall<\/p>\n

And all that\u2019s left to do is run<\/p>\n

Thomas:<\/i><\/p>\n

Run, run and taste the rain, run from mistakes you\u2019ve made<\/p>\n

Run, run away<\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

We will not be running<\/p>\n

Thomas: <\/i><\/p>\n

Constance don\u2019t go near him, if you hear you\u2019ll disappear then\u2026<\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

Sh. Listen.<\/i><\/p>\n

Storyville Station<\/b><\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

The girl felt scared and so unsure<\/p>\n

The tales they told, the thousand doors<\/p>\n

She saw the wolf in the forest and bed<\/p>\n

And thought \u201cit\u2019s better to be a wolf instead\u201d<\/p>\n

So she buys a ticket to Storyville Station<\/p>\n

Where pages enfold the lost ones taken<\/p>\n

And every day just goes by like a dream<\/p>\n

Now the girl is a wolf full of fierce and guile<\/p>\n

She hunts her prey and runs the wild<\/p>\n

At last though, she is caught by man<\/p>\n

And now she sees an even better plan<\/p>\n

So she buys a ticket to Storyville Station<\/p>\n

Where the players are cast before they\u2019ve awaken<\/p>\n

And every day just goes by like a dream<\/p>\n

And seem is not to be<\/p>\n

Here now, here with me<\/p>\n

As Man she is mighty and tames the land<\/p>\n

\u2018til soldiers come and above her stand<\/p>\n

But above the soldiers a general sits<\/p>\n

Who takes his orders straight from a Prince<\/p>\n

So she buys a tickets to Storyville Station<\/p>\n

Where everyone\u2019s wishing and the play eats the players<\/p>\n

And every day just goes by a like a dream<\/p>\n

And seem is not to be<\/p>\n

Here now won\u2019t you be now here with me<\/p>\n

All is not as always it might seem<\/p>\n

Dreamers lost in dreams within a dream<\/p>\n

Now she\u2019s the Prince staring at the King<\/p>\n

But the King he cracks, broken by something<\/p>\n

He gives up his gold, Kingdom, power and all<\/p>\n

The Prince must know what causes Kings to fall<\/p>\n

Well he walked away from the top of the world<\/p>\n

All for the love of just one girl\u2026<\/p>\n

Storyville Station can never take<\/p>\n

The one who\u2019s here now and awake<\/p>\n

The pages fall, the girl transcends<\/p>\n

The life that\u2019s lived just in your head<\/p>\n

The show, the role she was lost within<\/p>\n

The opera she thought she starred in<\/p>\n

Where every day just goes by like a dream<\/p>\n

And seem is not to be<\/p>\n

Here now, here with me.<\/p>\n

The Finale<\/b><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

And so\u2026 I can\u2019t narrate this. Come on, Jackie, you mean to tell me Constance just sings another song and it dispels the first?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Yes, how else were we going to\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

That\u2019s stupid.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie: <\/i><\/p>\n

Well what were we supposed to do?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

You\u2019re supposed to not change the narrative.<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Lloyd, the entire city was going to fall, people were going to<\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

That\u2019s the point. It\u2019s supposed to be an epic tragedy.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Well we don\u2019t want an epic tragedy. Jesus, Lloyd, what\u2019s with the bloodthirsty\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the beauty of the story. The story would be told for generations<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

For heaven\u2019s sakes, Lloyd, we\u2019re not interested in your epic tragedy. Besides, the most striking tragedies are always the most intimate ones. (pause) Lloyd?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

Okay. Okay, Jackie, i actually see your point.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Oh thank Gd\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

The intimate ones do work quite well. It\u2019s no Fall of New Albion but\u2026. If Constance dies\u2026<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

NO. Not Constance.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

It would be beautifully heart wrenching<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

Lloyd!<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

We\u2019ll do it your way.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0You can\u2019t do that. You are not the story. You are just the bloody Narrator.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

Watch and learn, Jackie.<\/i><\/p>\n

And so, as the government forces slowly regain their senses they find Constance O\u2019Brien, the most hunted thief in the city standing right before them.<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

John! John, protect Constance! These soldiers, when they snap out fo it they\u2019re going to kill her!<\/i><\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

No. They\u2019re not.<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s time you all go, i\u2019ll keep them away<\/p>\n

I promise you\u2019ll be safe today<\/p>\n

And here as your father it\u2019s my job to<\/p>\n

Die if need be for you<\/p>\n

We stole a day so sweet<\/p>\n

We talked just you and me<\/p>\n

It\u2019s more than i had ever dreamed<\/p>\n

The Blood Red Dogs:<\/i><\/p>\n

Lock and load, let it go,<\/p>\n

the loathsome side show<\/p>\n

is coming on down the town<\/p>\n

barker in your hand<\/p>\n

it\u2019s a bedlam jam<\/p>\n

we\u2019ll be tearing it up all around<\/p>\n

fire in the hole<\/p>\n

it\u2019s a breezy stroll<\/p>\n

we\u2019ll have tea in hell today<\/p>\n

when the Blood Red Dogs<\/p>\n

come to do a job<\/p>\n

and send you on your way<\/p>\n

Constance:<\/i><\/p>\n

I\u2019m giving it up, i\u2019m giving a try<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll find a new way to fight the same fight<\/p>\n

And i\u2019m giving a chance, i\u2019ll give you a try<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll give you tonight\u2026<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/i><\/p>\n

I always hated birthdays<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

Why\u2019d you not get to safety?<\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/p>\n

I\u2019m staying, staying by your side<\/p>\n

You\u2019re my blood, i won\u2019t leave you i won\u2019t run<\/p>\n

We\u2019re not alone, not here, not you and i<\/p>\n

And besides<\/p>\n

I never call on birthdays<\/p>\n

John:<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie!<\/i><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/i><\/p>\n

Jackie:<\/p>\n

I wish for your forgiveness<\/p>\n

I wish the past was different<\/p>\n

I wish i would have known\u2026<\/p>\n

John:<\/p>\n

I wish for stars and sails<\/p>\n

Pipe dreams and fairy tales<\/p>\n

But atonement time has flown<\/p>\n

In the fire<\/p>\n

In the fire<\/p>\n

In the fire<\/p>\n

Bathe in the fire<\/p>\n

Run or taste my rage<\/p>\n

Run or this is your last day<\/p>\n

Run run away<\/p>\n

Run and on the day you come<\/p>\n

You are done i say<\/p>\n

Run run away<\/p>\n

In the fire,<\/p>\n

In \u00a0the fire.<\/p>\n

New Albion 6<\/b><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/b><\/p>\n

Announcer:<\/i><\/p>\n

Although John O\u2019Brien died on the Blvd. of Cryers<\/p>\n

He took the city forces with him to the other side<\/p>\n

The rebels over ran a defenseless Parliament<\/p>\n

But then turned on each other so no government now stands<\/p>\n

On Cryers Blvd that day, there were some who walked away<\/p>\n

After Constance sang they dropped their guns though why no one can say<\/p>\n

They left the city yet no one\u2019s quite sure where they went<\/p>\n

But some say they hear bells ringing in the mountains to the west<\/p>\n

Constance fought and fought until one day they changed the laws<\/p>\n

Regarding women in the District where the upper classes flock<\/p>\n

Then she and Thomas left. No one\u2019s quite sure where they went<\/p>\n

But they were last seen headed to the mountains in the west<\/p>\n

New Albion still stands but it\u2019s broken, fractured and<\/p>\n

Its eight Districts function independently as best they can<\/p>\n

There\u2019s checkpoints in between, they eye each other warily<\/p>\n

But the for the time despite all of this tension there is peace<\/p>\n

The Voodoopunks, my friends, are resurfacing again<\/p>\n

Though who can say if this is good or bad for New Albion<\/p>\n

The city must unite, it cannot stand with such divide<\/p>\n

But we leace discussion of this point for another time<\/p>\n

So again we bid adieu to our players and to you<\/p>\n

Same old channel, same old hour be sure to next time tune<\/p>\n

Until then we say good day. The future\u2019s always on its way<\/p>\n

and thus we end our passion play as it\u2019s played today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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