The Monkees (film) "Opening Sequence"

Mike: (singing "Theme From The Monkees")

(shot of band rehearsing up from drumbeat opening to first line)
Here we come,

(various Monkees looking for day jobs)
walkin' Down the street.
We get the funniest looks from
Ev'ry one we meet.

(playing at a half empty bar)
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.

(partying after the show)

We go wherever we want to,
do what we like to do
We don't have time to get restless,
There's always something new.
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.

(Monkees flirting with women)
We're just tryin' to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation,
And we've got something to say.

(traveling in the Monkeemobile)
Any time, Or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder
Guess who'll be standing there

(Return shot of band rehearsing)
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.
(break)

(Montage of college classes, graduations, job interviews, day jobs, Mike's marriage to Mary)

(Davy's continuing active dating life)
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
And people say we monkey around.

(Peter drifts away from group as Mike takes control)
But we're too busy singing
To put anybody down.

(band rehearsing and playing to a dismayed Mary)
We're just tryin' to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We're the young generation,
And we've got something to say.

(segue ways into first scene)
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
Hey, hey, we're the Monkees
[repeat and fade]

28 Poetry

Celebrity Worshiping
People are listening to and not finding Nirvana
Society bows to a new Madonna
Writings of the Word replaced by wax and needles
Instead of twelve Apostles we have four Beatles
Love defined by another John and Paul
What's the difference after all
The feminism of Ruth, Abigail, Rahab Esther, and Rebekah
Is replaced by Paris, Britney, Lindsay, Christina and Jessica
Bob Dylan instead of Elijah
Marley instead of Jeremiah
We trade a prince for a king
Since the music is everything
Music is now the message not its carrier
Trading Christian soldiers for KISS knights and warriors
Rock is a less pretentious false idol
A less hypocritical role model
Than the catholic cathedrals
And the morality Holy Rollers install
But long forgotten is the God of Moses and Elijah
The distinctly defined Jehovah

Guns And Money (Haiku)
Deadly paradox
Needed due to its being
If be none need none

Corporate Layoffs (Haiku)
Corporate layoffs
Lead to CEO payoffs
And also ghettos

No Offense Taken "Masochist In Hell"

WARNING EXTREMELY OFFENSIVE
(though it's not meant to be)

(Gates of Hell with Satan and a cursed man)
Mr. Smith: Good day My Dark Lord and Executioner.
Satan: Why are you so happy Mr. Smith? You're in hell
Mr. Smith: Yes but I'm a masochist.
Satan: So?
Mr. Smith: Well that means I derive pleasure from pain.
Satan: No one derives pleasure from hell!
Mr. Smith: Oh yeah try me.
Satan: Okay first I'm gonna soak you in gasoline and burn your flesh at 200 degrees Celsius
Mr. Smith: So what I used to pour pure alcohol over my genitals, light myself on fire and proceed to jack off (Satan looks shocked and disgusted)
Satan: Okay then, next I'll light some golf balls on fire and shove them up your ass.
Mr. Smith: I did that every Thursday when I brought a hooker home
Satan: What's your fascination with fire?
Mr. Smith: What's yours?
Satan: You got me. Well then would you like to be my bitch?
Mr. Smith: No I like to dominate.
Satan: What the hell?

27th Part of Poetry Trilogy

Ghetto Boy

Down in the ghetto a poor child without a home
Was born with just the streets to roam
Brought up in an environment so crude
He has to scrounge around garbage cans for food
Living without a father and living without a mother
Only had a street gang for a brother
Never learned the difference between wrong and right
Only thing he was taught was how to fight
When he was mad he'd cause a commotion
He never learned the right way to express his emotion
Who can stop a boy for whom no one really cares
He's free and he will do whatever he dares
At age fifteen he used his fists to defend is honor
Never learned how to settle problems with his words before
At sundown they decided to fight
The only witness was the streetlight
In one punch the ghetto boy was down cold
Died in the streets at fifteen years old
There was no funeral or grave
For this soul unsave

Drafted

So you have been drafted my friend
I'll never see you again
You've gone to fight in a war you did not chose
A war each side will lose
For no matter who wins we all will have lost
For human life is worth more than any cost
But you are still forced to go in the army
Never again to see me
He has left and gone to die so young
Whether or not this nation is right or wrong
Now the war has long came to an end
And still no sign of my friend
Did he have to die
For a fight with no reason why
Why the war was claimed a victory
Is far beyond me

Season's Reasons
The government didn't take Jesus out of the holiday
It was its citizens who refused Christ's way
People may argue Jesus is the reason
But the corporations are the ones who sponsored the season
Gift stockings, hacked up trees, Santa Claus complete a White Christmas
It is ritual without religion that'll come to pass

No Offense Taken- "Vagrant Criminal"

(urban street 10:00pm with a homeless man sleeping on a bus stop bench. Cop car comes and parks at the bus stop. Cop walk out and goes to homeless man)
Cop: (waking him up) All right now wake up now you're under arrest.
Vagrant: What? What for?
Cop: (threateningly) Do I have to remind you that you have the right to remain silent fella?
Vagrant: Habeas Corpus
Cop: (shocked, embarrassed) Oh Damn this one's read up on the Constitution. Well you're under arrest for loitering
Vagrant: I'm not loitering I'm homeless.
Cop: So you're still loitering
Vagrant: Well I have to sleep somewhere?
Cop: Well decent, law-biding, economically viable citizens need to use this space.
Vagrant: Where are they? The bus doesn't come until 7:15 in the morning. Do you see a bus coming (looks around) nope no bus (shocked) but there's a cop car parked in it's place.
Cop: (noticing brown paper bag under the bench) Aha you're under arrest for being drunk in public
Vagrant: I demand a breathalyser test.
Cop: (surprised) I don't have one on me. So stand up on one leg and count to ten. (Vagrant stands on his left leg, while the cop grabs the brown paper sack. The vagrant tries to grab it from the cop but falls down) All right that proves it you're under arrest
Vagrant: So what's in the sack?
Cop: The evidence apparently.
Vagrant: I'll waive my right to a warrant if you just reach in and let me see what's in it.
Cop: (reaches in) Okay fine it's (pulls out Aquafina bottle) Zima disguised as Aquafina.
Vagrant: Do you really think any court in the land will believe that?
Cop: That doesn't matter, what does is now the police department has someone to prosecute in place of all the murderers and rapists we can't seem to catch. Hey if you confess to some of those we can save some court money and go light on your sentencing.
Vagrant: But you were already going to send me to court for public drunkenness?
Cop: Public intoxication, besides that would have been for show, a criminal confession gets more press.
Vagrant: Fine I did it all what are the murder and rape charges at least I'll have a decent place to sleep, I haven't had one since they closed the homeless shelter to put up a Starbucks

Part 26 Poetry Trilogy

The Trials Of Job
Some believe in karma some in cause and effect
But there's no sin like calling a victim a suspect
If good came to good and bad to bad
Then why are the pure of heart always sad
The poor are enslaved doom to toil and suffer
While wicked will acquire wealth and an economic buffer
The kind loner giving all his heart will get his broken and returned
While cheating wife-beating scum have hundreds of women who'll never learn
The fat feed at the feast while the sick pay the bill
It is demonic to call this God's Will
If a woman doesn't want a baby abortion's the answer
But medical science still cannot cure cancer
Eliphaz, Bildad, and Zophar
The "Jobs" of the world don't need your idiotic wind anymore

False Prophets
Ignorant leaders without sight
Condemn those carrying the light
The Light of Truth
To them is better without proof
They love a fiction
Based in contradiction
The spirit and the body are one (Genesis 2:7)
But when it's life is done
The body rots and decays dust to dust (Genesis 3:19)
But the spirit goes to heaven or hell on blind trust (?)
But what is hellfire to a man who can feel no pain (Ecclesiastes 9:5)
Even Solomon knew such a thing was vain
The false prophets say Jesus and God are the same (?)
But then why did Jesus pray in God's Name (Matthew 6:9, 26:39)
The false prophets constantly use such tricks to deceive
Those who look toward the truth to believe

Peace (Haiku)
How do you find peace
Love, wisdom, justice, power
Look for Jehovah

Movie Script-The Monkees (just the overview premise)

One of my favorite tv shows as a kid was The Monkees starring Peter Tork, Micky Dolenz, Mike Nesmith and Davy Jones and since I was about five I saw this video they made "Heart And Soul" that lasted about 40 minutes I used to watch it over and over and in brief passing Micky mentioned the possibility of a new Monkees movie, well since then there's been a Get Smart, two Flintstones, two Addams Family, two Brady Bunch, two Charlie's Angels movies but no new Monkees movie so I wrote one in case anyone's interested. As with every tv to film adaptations there's a few changes. First they are four unknown musicians living together in their early thirties still but they met in college in California and Mike Nesmith is married to his college sweetheart Mary, and Micky is dating a stripper who's been with him a few years. Davy is still promiscuous and successful at it and Peter still has trouble with women. The main plots are their relationship problems, their ego problems with their place in the band and their struggle to get on a reality show hosted by Ryan Seacrest called the Next Great American Band. Davy plays bass and Peter just plays keyboards in the band versus Peter playing both and Davy just standing around with a tambourine
Songlist

1. Theme From The Monkees (Tommy Boyce/Bobby Hart)
   
2. Pleasant Valley Sunday (Gerry Goffin/Carole King)
   
3. Daydream Believer (John Stewart)
   
4. I'm Not Your Steppin' Stone (Tommy Boyce/Bobby Hart)
5. Take A Giant Step (Gerry Goffin/Carole King)
6. Valleri (Tommy Boyce/Bobby Hart)
7. Mommy And Daddy (Micky Dolenz)
   
8. Goin' Down (Diane Hildebrand/Peter Tork/Mike Nesmith/Micky Dolenz/Davy Jones)
   
9. Listen To The Band (Mike Nesmith)
   
10. Oh My My (Jeff Barry/Andy Kim)
    
11. I'm A Believer (Neil Diamond)
    
12. Tear Drop City (Tommy Boyce/Bobby Hart)
13. Someday Man (Paul Williams/Roger Nichols)
    
14. It's Nice To Be With You (Jerry Goldstein)
    
15. Tapioca Tundra (Mike Nesmith)
16. As We Go Along (Carole King/Toni Stern)
    
17. A Man Without A Dream (Gerry Goffin/Carole King)
18. A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You (Neil Diamond)
19. Last Train To Clarksville (Tommy Boyce/Bobby Hart)
20. The Girl I Knew Somewhere (Mike Nesmith)
21. I Love You Better (Jeff Barry/Andy Kim)
22. D. W. Washburn (Jerry Leiber/Mike Stoller)
    
23. Good Clean Fun (Mike Nesmith)
24. Words (Tommy Boyce/Bobby Hart)
25. Porpoise Song (Gerry Goffin/Carole King)
26. For Pete's Sake (Peter Tork/Joseph Richards)
    
27. Randy Scouse Git (Micky Dolenz)
28. Forget That Girl (Chip Douglas)

PS The songs are evenly distributed between the four characters rather than giving Micky the bulk of songs since the songs are set for each character's storyline

25th Trilogy of Poetry

Deaf, Dumb & Blind
Tongues without speech
Hearts out of reach
Eyes without sight
To another man's plight
Two ears that can't hear
Another man crying in fear
In a land love left behind
Wander the deaf, dumb and blind

Human Cost
Bush bombing Baghdad babies
Raging wars on ifs and maybes
Smart bombs, friendly fire
Linguistic tools created by the Liar
How could we look at the lives and lands we desecrate
And not be burning from tears churning from our self-hate
And there is still more truth than we are allowed to see
More than we could even imagine there could be
We haven't even yet paid the final cost
Paying back for the lives that we lost

Waiting
I wait for a woman to tell me she loves me
I wait for that moment to be
The moment never experienced but somehow familiar
Not any girl in particular
Just any girl who'll make me feel
Like her love is truly real
I wait for the moment when I can be someone's soul mate
To have a relationship where I can relate
I want old fashion love with a new and broader mind
I want to be chivalrous and kind
I'm waiting for a girl who will understand why I am the way I am
I'm waiting for a love not a one night scam
Waiting for the girl who will want to be more than a friend
Waiting for the beginning of something that will never end
Waiting for my Yoko Ono to share my convictions and interests
Waiting for a heart that doesn't misinterprets
Waiting for my first kiss
Waiting for that moment I won't let myself miss
For the moment I have someone's soul to be my blanket
Waiting for the one seen but never met
I'm waiting for that moment I have someone who respects and understands my opinions
Someone to be a lover and companion
I want a wife that is a friend and a care giver to look after me
To give a motherly sense of security
To reassure that I am loved
To go from shunned pigeon to blessed dove
I want love and inner peace
When I have it may it never cease
I want someone to share my every sunny day
I want someone to chase the clouds away
Someone to lend a shoulder to cry on
To lend two weeping eyes when I'm gone
To lend two arms to embrace
To lend two arms to lift me when I've fallen from grace
To lend a pair of lips to kiss
To lend a heart so I may give it bliss
To lend a body to caress
To lend two ears to hear me confess
I want the warmth of romantic love rooted in mutual interest, friendship and respect
I want someone to share my idea of perfect
I'm waiting to be wanted, not necessarily needed, but desired
I'm waiting for love where both are empowered
Someone who knows they can do without me but rather not try
Someone who knows they can live alone but rather die
I want my poetic fantasies to come true
I want a sun to shine on my sky of blue
I want a world where my idealism and love are not in vain
I wait for love to no longer be a pain
I'm looking and waiting for my word to be heard
Where my artistic ability is revered and honored
I'm waiting for that day
Actively looking for one every which way
I am waiting for the acknowledge of my worth
So my life won't be a vain existence on Earth
I'm waiting for appreciation
Beyond family obligation