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Through this podcast SFP is creating an extended universe through the use of guitar based pop songs. The tale is both episodic and serial. As of the COVID lock down the SFPeeniverse consisted of 7 Broadway style musicals. This is ambitious stuff. The conceit is that an '84 Chevy El Camino acts as a TARDIS catalyst connecting the characters to unlimited story telling opportunities.
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Jun 30, 2020

CANTANKERONUS PART 1

NOWHERE ONES
Fifty damn years on down the road
I was driving late at night
Under pollution lights
But it didn't stop the sun from coming up
To interrupt
Everything I seen
And everyone I known
My young self stumbled by
Too drunk too wonder why
Ain't no stars in the sky for the nowhere ones
That never won
Beat you black and blue
Bleed a drop or two
I see it in my sights
I glimpse it in the night
I don't know what is right for the nowhere ones
That never won
We're the nowhere ones
That just begun

THE TALE OF THE EL CAMINO
The tale of the El Camino
She's waltzing and drafting on air
Time and relative dimension in space
With a consciousness tied to my hair
With the breeding of an overhand punch
That pukes up a paisley gold flight
In the form of a youthful arachnid
Opportunity's also called plight
Around and away we go in the bed of an old Chevrolet
Straightening the hill flattening the curve
Doing it all night and day
Okay
Some say that the car has a conscience
Some simply say that she's a truck
Stock 305 bolstered by a warp drive
And a temporal matrix of luck
Remote Control found her in the portal
But she's been around lo many years
Here's what she did 'fore the Big Opera Grid
Just a matter of grinding them gears
Chorus

REMOTE CONTROL
The last time we saw Remote Control
She was ashes and Dawn had took her soul
Then again maybe then it wasn't so
Or maybe then it was oh no
Now she's tailing our hero Baby Blue
She knows that the lies have turned to truth
But she never asked for any proof
She really didn't care she still don't
Remote Control has found her soul
Hit that pipe again
She's been ready now she's steady
It's a laughing zen
Well she knows how to live her life as art
And romantically construct a part
Of a universal broken heart
That's weeping tears of laughter and angst
It's a muffled laughter when it's time
It's a victim of a worthless crime
It's a notion sprouting off the vine
That's rooted in mischief and pranks
chorus
As she surveys all that's come to pass
She knows her time has come at last
To binge and partake of repast
And try and change the world oh my
If she's magic then so are me and you
Like she says "bring the meaning of the truth"
It never needs to show a proof
In algebraic terms or why
chorus

LET HER KNOW
Roams the landscape all alone
Singing "Roam, Sucker, Roam"
Dreaming of then again and again
When she ushered in a phase
Lasted lo these many days
Sees her again and then they begin
Let her know what to do
So she can get a little closer to you
What she does what she do
Gonna make you look just like a fool
She pops in and out quantumly
Here and there confusing all who see
But those that they do can't believe it's true
Sit back and the devil appears
But then she knows just what to make it clear
What can she do she's falling for you
chorus

FRAIL & ROTTEN
Well he's gone down a road that's fading quickly
And he's prone to being homegrown and sickly
And he doesn't have a reason for the plodding
And his life as of now is frail and rotting
Frail and rotten frail and rotten
Frail and rotten feeling lame
Frail and rotten frail and rotten
Frail and rotten what a shame
So she threw him down and broke his transom
And she held his self respect for ransom
And believe me the poor boy up and payed it
And felt better not to contemplate it
chorus
So she moved on and overtook his story
And made sure that the scene was trite and hoary
'Cause she really did like that Baby Blue fella
And moved on to conquer other cerebella
chorus

SO WHAT
Just so we're clear she's here to party so what
The war rolls on forever backdrop so what
Sing the song triumphantly while we're circling down the drain
So what
Another Day another story so what
If we're all one then we are nothing so what
Feast upon the corpses of what truth it used to mean
And throw up
Remote Control she doesn't care she don't
Well she will say that air is air she won't
She might forget to not believe the lies she's hearing all the time
She don't

I AIN'T GOT THE TIME
The air is a question an empty suggestion
Of unanswered pauses hinted at before
So see here it's beauty but some call it duty
She questions it rudely no different than before
Mistakes they don't mean nothing
At least she's learning something
She busts through Atlantis depressively manic
She curses the manna that's floating from the sky
The whole thing's an orgy all sweaty and largely
It's rooted in whispers and hinted in asides
You can call us worthless
Just don't call us mirthless
If she's a movie she's foreign and moody
And smoking tobacco meloncholically
She ain't wearing nothing emotions erupting
She's everyone's something periodically
I guess I hadn't listened but now I know it's christened
She seizes the meaning and renders it leaning
To absolutism poisoning itself
Narrative license has eaten the hyphen
Oh, god, let it ripen it's sitting on the shelf
And I ain't got the time
I ain't got the time
I just ain't got the time
I ain't got the time

MOTION & RHYME
The glass desert red and blue purple and green
It's kicking up dust as it speeds and careens
The soldiers look on take their gas masks and gawk
'Cause it's rougher than diamonds uncut and in bulk
A space El Camino it travels through time
It shakes off the meaning of motion and rhyme
She drives it with nothing but guile and sublime
Shifts into gear and lets that sucker climb
The distance of the emperors shields them from blame
They regret the progress and strive to remain
But even the ivory towers do spy
The car with a truck bed as it whizzes by
chorus
The soldiers erupt in 3 cheers for the ship
She sparks up the motor and's letting her rip
She motions for the emperor to come have a sip
The soldiers all pause and conform to the grip
The V8 moans heavenly blessings of grace
It emanates more than the sum of this place
It vibrates an echo and leaves not a trace
She spits in the goddamn punk emperor's face
chorus

SEVEN
When she breaths again 7
When it's new, my friend, 7
When we feel it then, 7
Remote Control leaves
How it's power taken freeform
How to know if flowers reborn
Can I see forever weeping
Found and found and found and creeping
Which whatever wasn't freely
Or is amidst dregs kept neatly
Lifeless or worthless or worsely
Evenly unmatched subversely
Confounding misuse of structures
Of meanings profundity quakes
Happenstance rendered illusion
Organized in pill form and flakes
Motionless call forth the masters
Watch as they tremble and slurring
How like the others of fables
Unlike their rivals and cursing
Undo the timeless guerillas
Fighting a self war of trusted
Timeless like oceans of legends
Forfeit succumb if we must not
Til we meet again 7
Til it's new, my friend, 7
Til we feel it then 7
Now it's meant to bend 7

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