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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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Nov 17, 2021

Everything I wrote before this led up to it and everything since is coming to terms with it. I'll include the lyrics this time. The vocals are odd in spots because I was choking back tears. I never thought this would get done.

Your world ain't my world
But my sun is your sun
And I guess that it always was
Cry, forgotten ones

Love and hate
Congregate
Celebrate
Love and Hate

Dawn don't feel so good
'Cause nothing's understood
And she's been wasting time
And she's been forced to find a new time

Barely holding on
Tracking footsteps in the rain
Of a darkness spawned
Never going home again
She's insane
She's insane
She's insane
She's insane

Midnight's broken
The highway's spoken
"I don't have a soul"
Thought Remote Control
Heaven's cruelest joke
Crossroads sign is broke

Dawn breathes reprieves
Remote just leaves
Dawn burns best at night
When she feels it's right
From her flows a glory
Hellkind's meanest story

Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control
Knows that she's there just to play her role
Naked oozing love she becomes light
Leaves her drooling walks out through the night
To the show
To the show
To the show
To the show

Remote Control never will wake up
Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt
Become one with everything and sing
Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings

To the show
To the show
To the show
To the show

She's reading Dharma Bums
Preaching with a gun
Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus
Flower petal burns
Crash a sharp right turn
Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces

Maybe she met you
Made you join her crew
Poetry for you that's nothing special
Crack the whip and dash
Where the sorrows clash
Happiness is what she did embezzle

Naked on the TV screen
Dawn hit the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
Freak in the mainstream

Everybody's angst
Is all but a prank
Payed by you on you in times of vigor
Dogma by the ton
Everyone got one
Shouting it about al full of rigor
So be a Dharma Bum
Suck your goddamn thumb
Curl into a ball that's like a fetus
Where's her zen cash crew?
They don't know what to do
Baby, we just need someone to lead us

Give me fish I'm on my knees
Freaks in the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
What does it all mean?

And when the lights go down
We're lying naked on the ground
And when the lights come up
We mean to interrupt
And when the light does bend
Then we're you're only friends
And when the light does fade
We sing our serenade

In my fantasy dance billions
Chilling in a skinless ville
Come forth and feel the beating of the drums
When orgasmic screams of passion
Happen and the waves crash at
A distant forest fire that's just the sun
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

In an ancient land a man stood motionless
He called forth all the powers of the devil
To his hand
In a modern time cry people
Looking for a savior
Find the strength to live
You got it
Form a band
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

War torn like a tenement
It's all a big experiment
There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god
Evil seeps like rotting corpses
Lectured on in college courses
Piling up as if it were not odd
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Underneath the circus tent
There sits a man his back is bent
And in his hand his only son he holds a knife
He says "hey, son, go on and do
the job it's just begun
and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life"
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Inside a cab a slab of meat
Drives aimless through the city streets
He works for nothing
Gunfight all the time
Then one fine day he snaps and wraps
His hand around a nine and zaps
A gas and go quadruple murder crime
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Walls of water feed corruption
Deconstructed interruptions
Naked timeless tunnels of the soul
Bang and pop and cry the sky
Shines on newborn forgotten son
To teenage momma born from rock and roll
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup
Sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup sinkittup

Your world ain't my world
But my sun is your sun
And I guess that it always was
Cry
Forgotten ones

Welcome to the vacuum
Welcome to the vacuum

A song for all the hearts that are departed
A song for all the hearts that are departed
A song for all the hearts that are departed
A song for all the hearts that are departed

Welcome to the vacuum
Welcome to the vacuum
Welcome to the vacuum
Welcome to the vacuum

Walking through
Ancient Rome
Everything's the same
So I turn my back
To the riverbed
And children and their games

Hello, friends
I'm here to please
To break the wickid ways
Life's a myth a
And so is this
And so is judgement day
I seen too soon
Another swoon
Running from a gun
I felt the world
Shrivel up
Hell I'm only having fun
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day

Subadai
Took Europe's sons
And put them in the grave
Built a world
On top of them
Vanished in the haze
The Khan he sighed
'Cause he was bored
And turned his mind to east
Crushed their souls
Drank from bowls
Took pleasure in the feast
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day
Interviewing Dawn on judgement day

"What you done?"
Said Caesar's son
And plunged the knife in deep
The Gallic ones
Were slaughtered by
The Roman Nobilise
Nobody lived
To tell the tale
History turned her back
IRL
For you and me
It started in Iraq
Interviewing Dawn come judgement day
Interviewing Dawn come judgement day

A song for al the hearts that are departed
A prayer for those who never got it started
A valentine for all the broken hearted
A joke for all the bitterness departed
A blindman's leap into a void suggestion
A glimpse of hope for all thoise in depression
No answer to the everlasting question
Bask, become a target, no regression
Welcome to the vacuum
Welcome to the vacuum
Welcome to the vacuum
Welcome to the vacuum

If the world were perfect the dodo would live
Brotherhood and sisterhood woud be the words to give
Laughter would float endlessly up through a tearless sky
Giant trees would shade a peace that never says "goodbye"
In a world levitation
Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind
You need no explanation
Feel free to see reality
And be for what you want to be
Although I know the show won't start
Take aim and touch my bleeding heart

If the world were perfect I wouldn't lose my keys
War would be a rhyme for door and there would be no need for peace
A skinless man and woman would be all that we would need
Money would be funny and we'd all say "what is greed?"
But all the time my optimism fades
And I get too hung up to struggle for the shade
The world seems so unkind
Build the nerve to climb out of this hole

If the world were perfect I wouldn't sing this song
If the world were perfect we'd be one big dancing throng
In a world levitation
Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind
You need no explanation
Feel free to see reality
And be for what you want to be
Although I know the show won't start
Take aim and touch my bleeding heart

Packed in the slave ship side by side
The slave ship captain enjoy the ride
They bought and sold him flesh on leash
From his home on the African beach
And they trade his heart for gold
What the white man sold

The war was fought bondage gone
1860s protest song
General Lee to MLK
Elvis Presley in the USA
And the time she rumbles on
Hatred not long gone
And she knows what she knows

At he dawn of our millennium
Bottled water and titanium

Packed in the ghetto side by side
His father owned his father they're side by side
Neither one can make the rent
Hatred raging action spent
Cry forgotten ones

I can walk away disgusted
It ain't us against them
It's us against us
It's friend against friend
So you know everything
So you have got it done
So your world will live on
Cry forgotten son

Your world is so mapped out
From what your father planned
Smile at the face of sickness
It bites the other hand
'Cause your world ain't my world
But my sun is your sun
And I guess that it always was
Cry forgotten ones

Your world ain't my world
Killing for your god
Written in the scriptures
Your word is a lie
People work and people play
People sing and people dance
People love and people hate
People live and people die
Your world ain't my world
Your world ain't my world
Your world ain't my world
Your world ain't my world

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