(The Monkees and Carole at the bar all drinking)
Micky: So Peter how did you get a job and not tell us?
Peter: Well I've been busy.
Mike: Do you work long hours?
Peter: No I'm just hanging around with Diane from work while you guys look for work.
Micky: Well it sure is nice of you to buy these drinks.
Peter: Am I buying for everybody?
Carole: That's what Davy said.
Peter: All I heard was let's get drunk.
Micky: Well a two week check should cover five people if we don't get a third round, but just in case how much was the paycheck?
Peter: $75
Davy: How's that possible?
Peter: I work one day a week it was the only opening.
Micky: At least you'll cover our tab.
Peter: Not really I just renewed my bus pass today.
Mike: So how much do you have left?
Peter: Enough that you guys will only have to pay $30
Mike: Do they have a band playing here?
Peter: No why?
Mike: We could work off our tab that way.
Bartender: (approaching) So who's paying? (Carole hands over a secret stash) Thanks (Diane walks in the bar with another guy)
Peter: Hey there's Diane
Davy: Is that her brother?
Peter: Who?
Davy: The guy she's with
Peter: No she's an only child.
Davy: I'm sorry I was under the impression you two were dating
Peter: So was I (Micky and Carole pet and hug Peter; Diane comes up to Peter cheerfully)
Diane: Congratulate me Peter I just got a promotion.
Peter: You did? How? I didn't even know there was one open.
Diane: There wasn't but I suggested they put an opening to have a computer and electrics expert working in customers service to deal with complaints specifically arising from toys in that department.
Peter: (betrayed) That was my idea I told you about it in the park the other day.
Diane: (indifferent) Yeah but if you were serious why not tell the manager before telling me, besides I don't think they'd offer you the job.
Peter: I have a four year degree in computer sciences.
Diane: Oh that's right.
Peter: Why did you hang out with me in the first place if you were going treat me this way?
Diane: Why else? I could tell by your first day of work you took the job seriously and I know to latch on to the rising star, which thanks to your naivety is me.
Peter: (completely dejected) You're rather candid for someone working on another scheme already.
Diane: Oh Jack it's not a scheme it's a favor if I can make his ex jealous he'll pay for this date as overtime (whispers) and if he gets me a few benefits so will he.
Peter: That's more than I ever got.
Diane: We went out.
Peter: No this is a date this going when you're looking and acting like you're interested in the other person. With me you couldn't even look me in the eye I just thought you were cute, quiet and shy
Diane: I gotta go with Jack now nice...
Peter: Not before I tell you off (Song; I'm Not Your Steppin' Stone)
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
You're trying to make your mark in society
Using all the tricks that you used on me.
You're reading all those high fashion magazines
The clothes you're wearin' girl are causing public scenes.
I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone,
Not your stepping stone.
When I first met you girl you didn't have no shoes
Now you're walking 'round like you're front page news.
You've been awful careful 'bout the friends you choose
But you won't find my name in your book of Who's Who.
I said
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
I I I I I'm not your stepping stone
Not your stepping stone,
Not your stepping stone.
Jack: Hey Peter nice to meet you come on Diane. (Jack and Diane leave)
Saturday, February 7, 2009
33rd Post of Poetry (And Still Over 200 Left)
Phoniness
The words we choose to express
Only show our phoniness
Cause what we choose to confess
Is determined by what we repress
Easy Going Day
Laying in the grass so nice and easy
With the air so light and breezy
Doing nothing and having so much fun
I can't even tell the day's half done
Never Enough Never Done
With I've done the day before
I don't believe the world's any better
Than prior to then
Because I have to do it all over again
The words we choose to express
Only show our phoniness
Cause what we choose to confess
Is determined by what we repress
Easy Going Day
Laying in the grass so nice and easy
With the air so light and breezy
Doing nothing and having so much fun
I can't even tell the day's half done
Never Enough Never Done
With I've done the day before
I don't believe the world's any better
Than prior to then
Because I have to do it all over again
The Monkees (Film) Scene IV
(Mike re-enters the main rehearsal room)
Micky: Everything okay now?
Mike: Yeah
Davy: Great job Micky
Mike: So what are we going to play?
Carole: If you don't mind Micky wrote a song for me a couple days ago. The music is on each of your music stands already.
Mike: Is Micky going to sing and play drums?
Micky: No I don't have to but I'd like to sing.
Mike: Then who will play drums?
Carole: I can I know the song
Mike: Okay just for rehearsal until we get use to the song because it can only be the four of us and we all got to be playing something.
Carole: Okay (Mike gets his guitar; Davy gets his bass; Peter gets his keyboards and Carole plays drums)
Micky: Now I lead (Song: Daydream Believer)
Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Peter: I think we got a hit.
Davy: If we had a record
Micky: Well we can't afford studio time
Mike: We might not have to I invested $5000 in recording equipment so we can record live DVDs and CDs at our shows and sell them ourselves
Peter: Why not record at our home?
Mike: Because the acoustics are wrong, it would sound like a lame demo but I found people selling bootlegs of that gig we did at the park two years ago.
Davy: People are buying our albums?
Mike: Only we're not making any money.
Davy: But people are finding out about us.
Mike: Well yeah but until we get steady pay we can't allow bootleggers to take our money.
Davy: But the bootleggers are actually doing our publicity for us, in a couple of days a music executive could be looking for us.
Peter: And until then I got work at Toys R Us.
Micky: How long have you worked there?
Peter: Two weeks I just got my first paycheck.
Davy: Great let's get drunk. Drinks are on Peter (They leave to bar)
Micky: Everything okay now?
Mike: Yeah
Davy: Great job Micky
Mike: So what are we going to play?
Carole: If you don't mind Micky wrote a song for me a couple days ago. The music is on each of your music stands already.
Mike: Is Micky going to sing and play drums?
Micky: No I don't have to but I'd like to sing.
Mike: Then who will play drums?
Carole: I can I know the song
Mike: Okay just for rehearsal until we get use to the song because it can only be the four of us and we all got to be playing something.
Carole: Okay (Mike gets his guitar; Davy gets his bass; Peter gets his keyboards and Carole plays drums)
Micky: Now I lead (Song: Daydream Believer)
Oh, I could hide 'neath the wings
Of the bluebird as she sings.
The six o'clock alarm would never ring.
But it rings and I rise,
Wipe the sleep out of my eyes.
My shavin' razor's cold and it stings.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
You once thought of me
As a white knight on a steed.
Now you know how happy I can be.
Oh, and our good times start and end
Without dollar one to spend.
But how much, baby, do we really need.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Cheer up, Sleepy Jean.
Oh, what can it mean.
To a daydream believer
And a homecoming queen.
Peter: I think we got a hit.
Davy: If we had a record
Micky: Well we can't afford studio time
Mike: We might not have to I invested $5000 in recording equipment so we can record live DVDs and CDs at our shows and sell them ourselves
Peter: Why not record at our home?
Mike: Because the acoustics are wrong, it would sound like a lame demo but I found people selling bootlegs of that gig we did at the park two years ago.
Davy: People are buying our albums?
Mike: Only we're not making any money.
Davy: But people are finding out about us.
Mike: Well yeah but until we get steady pay we can't allow bootleggers to take our money.
Davy: But the bootleggers are actually doing our publicity for us, in a couple of days a music executive could be looking for us.
Peter: And until then I got work at Toys R Us.
Micky: How long have you worked there?
Peter: Two weeks I just got my first paycheck.
Davy: Great let's get drunk. Drinks are on Peter (They leave to bar)
32nd Post of Poetry (Scrathing the epidermis)
Silicon Clones
Silicon clones
With few flesh and bones
With monotone drones
In Valley Girl tones
Nothing new or original
About any "individual"
The magazines have gone out of control
Selling bodies and buying souls
Where is the intellectual girl next door
I went and only found a tease and a whore
Sex is liberated so is the body but love doesn't live anymore
Physical sensations in overdrive but all is mentally a bore
Mind And Body
The mind thinks best
When the body's at rest
Stuck In A Relationship
Stuck in a relationship that doesn't exist
I know it never will but still I persist
I hold on to the hope that you will love me
I can't set my heart free
Silicon clones
With few flesh and bones
With monotone drones
In Valley Girl tones
Nothing new or original
About any "individual"
The magazines have gone out of control
Selling bodies and buying souls
Where is the intellectual girl next door
I went and only found a tease and a whore
Sex is liberated so is the body but love doesn't live anymore
Physical sensations in overdrive but all is mentally a bore
Mind And Body
The mind thinks best
When the body's at rest
Stuck In A Relationship
Stuck in a relationship that doesn't exist
I know it never will but still I persist
I hold on to the hope that you will love me
I can't set my heart free
Friday, February 6, 2009
The Monkees (Film) Scene III
(Mike's bedroom with Mike and Mary)
Mary: I know you never promised me a rose garden but I'd settle for a front lawn.
Mike: You know I've been trying to run away from suburban life.
Mary: Are you saying you regret settling down?
Mike: No I like being a husband but that's different than a suburbanite. A suburbanite has no loyalties or dreams beyond his own sheltered community and school district (Song Pleasant Valley Sunday)
The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song
Serenade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care
See Mrs. Gray she's proud today because her roses are in bloom
Mr. Green he's so serene, He's got a t.v. in every room
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don't understand
Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see
My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away
I need a change of scenery
Ta Ta Ta...
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday...
Mary: I know you never promised me a rose garden but I'd settle for a front lawn.
Mike: You know I've been trying to run away from suburban life.
Mary: Are you saying you regret settling down?
Mike: No I like being a husband but that's different than a suburbanite. A suburbanite has no loyalties or dreams beyond his own sheltered community and school district (Song Pleasant Valley Sunday)
The local rock group down the street Is trying hard to learn their song
Serenade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Rows of houses that are all the same
And no one seems to care
See Mrs. Gray she's proud today because her roses are in bloom
Mr. Green he's so serene, He's got a t.v. in every room
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land
Mothers complain about how hard life is
And the kids just don't understand
Creature comfort goals
They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see
My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away
I need a change of scenery
Ta Ta Ta...
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Charcoal burning everywhere
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday
Here in status symbol land
Another Pleasant Valley Sunday...
Part 31 Poetry (and still so much left)
The Future That Isn't Ours We Condemn
The children are the future so let's blame them
Let the adult authority be free to act on whim
The machines of blood will be sold off our hands
Sent to kill people in a million lands
But we shall never fear or hide
For we call it another man's genocide
We don't have to worry about the sea, the land or the sky
Let the children save it we have no need to comply
The earth isn't going to vanish before we die
Let the children find out how, we have no reason why
When you are the power and ultimate authority
You can always pass the buck to another to handle the responsibility
They Killed You
They killed you Lord they killed you
They killed you and blamed it on the Jew
They killed you Lord by hate and intolerance
They hated your Word but used it at their own expense
They killed you Lord they killed you by slander and libel
They killed you Lord by rewriting the Bible
They called you a hater, a man of warfare
They called you careless indifferent to our welfare
Christian minds turn atheist from their lies
They defended genocide in your name for their enterprise
Consumerism
No one is talking about the resurrection
Just their defective erection
And hopes of a competent election
In the market talking about natural selection
While truth lays beyond their detection
Blind to the cure of their infection
Sheltered by Harm disguised as Protection
Building walls around Godly affection
And walls that block self-inspection
The Whores of Babylon continue to entice
To just keep buying that crappy merchandise
Exploiting but never remembering Christ
Never looking twice
At the price
Or even thinking about the sacrifice
Or stopping to take instead of giving advice
But I know I should speak nice
Because this is my own vice
The children are the future so let's blame them
Let the adult authority be free to act on whim
The machines of blood will be sold off our hands
Sent to kill people in a million lands
But we shall never fear or hide
For we call it another man's genocide
We don't have to worry about the sea, the land or the sky
Let the children save it we have no need to comply
The earth isn't going to vanish before we die
Let the children find out how, we have no reason why
When you are the power and ultimate authority
You can always pass the buck to another to handle the responsibility
They Killed You
They killed you Lord they killed you
They killed you and blamed it on the Jew
They killed you Lord by hate and intolerance
They hated your Word but used it at their own expense
They killed you Lord they killed you by slander and libel
They killed you Lord by rewriting the Bible
They called you a hater, a man of warfare
They called you careless indifferent to our welfare
Christian minds turn atheist from their lies
They defended genocide in your name for their enterprise
Consumerism
No one is talking about the resurrection
Just their defective erection
And hopes of a competent election
In the market talking about natural selection
While truth lays beyond their detection
Blind to the cure of their infection
Sheltered by Harm disguised as Protection
Building walls around Godly affection
And walls that block self-inspection
The Whores of Babylon continue to entice
To just keep buying that crappy merchandise
Exploiting but never remembering Christ
Never looking twice
At the price
Or even thinking about the sacrifice
Or stopping to take instead of giving advice
But I know I should speak nice
Because this is my own vice
The Monkees (Film) Scene II
(in the house with Peter, Micky, Carole, Davy, and Mike just entering)
Micky: Where the heck were you Mike?
Mike: Don't mess with me Micky.
Peter: (sympathetic) Another fight with Mary huh?
Mike: Shut up Peter
Davy: What the hell crawled up your ass?
Mike: Forget it (leaves mumbling to himself) why the hell do I mess with all this anyway? (Mary enters)
Davy: By the way Mike's acting I suppose you're still not putting out.
Mary: We can't all be the shameless whore you are Davy (leaves following Mike)
Micky: Great job dumbass you know I'm the only one to make amends with Mike just so we can get back to practicing
Davy: Oh like you're the big peace keeper.
Micky: Well what would you do to get the band back together?
Davy: Go solo. He'd do it in a second if he didn't need us.
Micky: Where the heck were you Mike?
Mike: Don't mess with me Micky.
Peter: (sympathetic) Another fight with Mary huh?
Mike: Shut up Peter
Davy: What the hell crawled up your ass?
Mike: Forget it (leaves mumbling to himself) why the hell do I mess with all this anyway? (Mary enters)
Davy: By the way Mike's acting I suppose you're still not putting out.
Mary: We can't all be the shameless whore you are Davy (leaves following Mike)
Micky: Great job dumbass you know I'm the only one to make amends with Mike just so we can get back to practicing
Davy: Oh like you're the big peace keeper.
Micky: Well what would you do to get the band back together?
Davy: Go solo. He'd do it in a second if he didn't need us.
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