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[OOM Carl has a rather unpleasant encounter with Kong, who-as a living personification of nature, doesn't take too kindly to anything like Music screwing with that nature. Rated P for Pity from a giant monkey, People going crazy over Kong rampaging, and playing old timey 1920s tunes.]
The world's in the red,
We're better off dead.
Depression, they say,
's in session to stay.
Our judges are queer.
Our banks disappear,
And all the while they tell us to smile.
The Music that made Kong mad's coming from here. But Carl's too busy tapping his feet to the tune to notice.
if you were to look outside the still open door you might see the beginning's of a breadline. Hear the honk of cars, smell the stink that was and is depression era New York City.
Cheer up gentle citizens,
Tho' you have no shirts.
Happy days are here again.
Cheer up! Smile! Nerts!
All aboard prosperity,
Giggle till it hurts.
No more breadline charity.
Cheer up! Smile! Nerts!
Carl scribbles a quick note to-
Mark!-
Things are going great! I'm working on booking us some set pieces and an orchestra. here's hoping you've got the music done pal! I should be in later at some point...
Also...
.
He debates telling Mark about Kong. And How Scared the ape was of him-and music...
And then he sees the breadline outside the door. The people shivering. Dying in the street.
You'll give them life again Carl. Make your world more like this place. With help, with help....
If I'm not back by tonight then I'll see ya tomorrow. Broadway kiddo! We're gonna be famous!
-Carl.
he leaves the note on the bar-trusting that it'll get where it needs to be, and runs out, making sure to button his coat and keep his fedora tight on his head.
There's a whisp of snow left behind.
The world's in the red,
We're better off dead.
Depression, they say,
's in session to stay.
Our judges are queer.
Our banks disappear,
And all the while they tell us to smile.
The Music that made Kong mad's coming from here. But Carl's too busy tapping his feet to the tune to notice.
if you were to look outside the still open door you might see the beginning's of a breadline. Hear the honk of cars, smell the stink that was and is depression era New York City.
Cheer up gentle citizens,
Tho' you have no shirts.
Happy days are here again.
Cheer up! Smile! Nerts!
All aboard prosperity,
Giggle till it hurts.
No more breadline charity.
Cheer up! Smile! Nerts!
Carl scribbles a quick note to-
Mark!-
Things are going great! I'm working on booking us some set pieces and an orchestra. here's hoping you've got the music done pal! I should be in later at some point...
Also...
.
He debates telling Mark about Kong. And How Scared the ape was of him-and music...
And then he sees the breadline outside the door. The people shivering. Dying in the street.
You'll give them life again Carl. Make your world more like this place. With help, with help....
If I'm not back by tonight then I'll see ya tomorrow. Broadway kiddo! We're gonna be famous!
-Carl.
he leaves the note on the bar-trusting that it'll get where it needs to be, and runs out, making sure to button his coat and keep his fedora tight on his head.
There's a whisp of snow left behind.