This is the first of four very different arrangements of my friend Gary's song Bump In The Night.

Bump In The Night

My raucous vocal version of Major Brand an Ambitious man from the pop opera The Media Lords http://www.themedialords.com/

Major Brands, an ambitious man
Doesn’t care about you
In pursuit of profits and his
Overwhelming lust for power

He believes that he knows what’s right
For mankind, every time
He controls what you see and hear
His intentions are self-serving

Major Brands, an ambitious man
He will do anything
In pursuit of profits and his
Overwhelming lust for power
In pursuit of profits and his
Overwhelming lust for power
Overwhelming lust for power
For power
For power
Power
Power
Power


Major Brands An Ambitious Man (blasted)

From the Pop Opera, The Media Lords, sung by the character Fourth Wall

It seems Baron has
Received fate's reprieve
But now Major Brands
Needs someone he can blame
Mogul will take that fall
I’d stay away from him

Best take care
Don’t get close
To the danger
Don’t risk your life

Collateral damage
Can screw up a day
Fanatical duress
Run amuck foul play
Combatable carnage
Imposed injury
Unnatural excess
Death row jeopardy

Poison slipped into your drink
Someone stabs you in the back
Or quiet in your own bed
We all die someway

Inscrutable privilege
Waiting in suspense
Dogmatical insistence
Ugly circumstances
Dramatical accident
Underling betrayed
Collateral damage
Will ruin your day

Poison slipped into your drink
Someone stabs you in the back
Or quiet in your own bed
We all die someway

Poison slipped into your drink
Someone stabs you in the back
Or quiet in your own bed
We all die someway


Collateral Damage

From the Pop Opera, The Media Lords, sung by the character Baron Anchor

(ANCHOR rises to accuse DIVA of betrayal)

ANCHOR
Et tu, Diva?
Such a cruel betrayal
And you, Diva
I believed were bound by some loyalty
Diva be gone, leave my sight
I spit upon your memory

(ANCHOR drains his wineglass and throws it at DIVA. Then ANCHOR swigs directly from the wine bottle and spits it on DIVA. Exit DIVA. ANCHOR continues to sloppily drink and spill from the bottle through the remainder of the scene)

Farewell my traitorous friend, enemies now
Such a woman who could kiss me on the cheek
While slipping a stiletto in my spine
Chain me to a rock for all of eternity
As her eagle pecks my liver out
Dunk my head into a bucket of turpentine
And then hurl a lit match at my face
Lean me out a window so I can see the view
Oops, then it’s defenestration time
Build a bed out of a hundred dead porcupines
Make me sleep with needles piercing my flesh
Wrench my jaw and force a funnel down my throat
For a tasty pint of pure strychnine


Et Tu Diva

From the pop opera The Media Lords, sung by the character Fourth Wall
http://www.themedialords.com/

Baron's broken
But it's not his heart
It's his head

When our most trusted icon goes insane
Then it’s a shame, a really fucking shame
And if they cause the world to run amuck
That’s just our luck
The scuttlebutt says never trust that lousy luck

When we put too much faith in a mirage
They will invent some cause for our applause
And hope we never notice that the facts 
Are rarely backed-up
Or exactly what they say to all us saps

Anchor’s unmoored
Lost to his rage
We must endure
Reckless rampage

Now Baron’s gone quite dodgy in the head
You may regret that you were so misled
It’s much too late to pull back horror struck
That’s just our luck
The scuttlebutt says never trust that wretched luck


When The Trusted Go Insane

From the Pop Opera "The Media Lords"
www.TheMediaLords.com

Tabloid 'journalists' Pap, Par & Azzi excitedly proclaim their latest scoop even though they have no idea what the story is about.

Something’s up
Don’t know much
Don’t know what
Don’t really know anything

Big shakeup
Somewhere, not sure,
But somewhere
So we’ve been told

Huge story
According to our source
Who is not authorized to speak
About this situation

Remember where you heard it
We got the scoop
We’re number one
For gossip and innuendo

Something’s up
Don’t know much
Don’t know what
Don’t really know anything
Don’t really know anything
Anything, anything, anything


Something's Up

This is a tribute to David Bowie

Everyone remembers where they first heard the news
At least those of a certain age on that wet winter  night
It seemed like the whole world knew Neon's name
But each saw a different man, none the same
A luminescent reflection of our thoughts

The life of Neon it could tug at the heart
Or beg in horror for the visions to depart
The life of Neon exposed hidden contrasts
Blinding, searing, crystal white memories recast

To some he was a Judas, to others another Christ
A scheming money lender or a beggar brutalized
He hustled sex on street corners, he enforced the blue laws
He lived in a silver penthouse where his servants called him son
And everyone saw Neon as the nexus in the flux

The life of Neon it could tug at your heart
Or beg in horror for the visions just to start
The life of Neon exposed hidden contrasts
Blinding, searing, crystal white memories recast

Then time stopped for an instant to catch its breath
After that it bolted across a zig-zagging path

Rumors swept around the globe on fragile bits of light
A gunman or a heart attack, some punk with a rusty knife
Rampant speculation of the most capricious type
Fueled by fear, raw joy and pain that mirrored uncommon grief
But in the end no cause was found for his demise

The death of Neon weighed down every heart
And our vision became black, white and stark
The death of Neon exposed unknown bonds
A clotting fusion of regrets at memories recast


Raino

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