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Weekend in the City
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Entry from Weekend in the City in Nur Ein VIII.

Epic story song

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Weekend in The City
Words and music by Escandon/Phillips
Special guest Katy Escandon

(For this epic, San Francisco is "the City"...or as it usually capitalized in the local paper, "The City")

ACT 1 - Entering The City by the 101
The City is a knockout on this September day
This ragtag Angelino has driven a long way
As the sun is rising over Berkeley hills, there’s something faintly brewing giving me the chills
But I’ve come this far, and I’m too far gone to worry about what’s to come

The bars will not be open for hours more to come
So I drove up a crooked street and headed for the sun
Parked below the tower on Telegraph Hill, hopped aboard a cable car and rode until
I crossed Divisidero toward the panhandle, found the Haight quiet as a wax candle

ACT 2 - Girls in Golden Gate Park
Voices fill the morning with soft sounds throughout the park
Pleased to lure this stranger, pleased to flirt and feel the sparks

We have sung you here throughout the night time
We can tell a good heart from a creep
You look like you haven’t slept in ages
Come to the Tenderloin and sleep

Voices so angelic, smiles beatific
Troubles long forgotten, feeling quite terrific

We have sung you here throughout the night time
We are not the strangers that we seem
You look like you haven’t slept in ages
Come to the Tenderloin and dream

ACT 3 - The Thelonious Monks
You are very welcome to our humble abode
Fifteen true believers who walk a different road
Our women emissaries, and we apothecaries
Brewing subtle ecstasies amid sonic complexities

And if you want to trip the life fantastic
Come see just what we mean by being monastic
Because this is the Temple of Thelonious
One drop, and you’ll certainly be joining us

The potion isn’t bitter, in fact it verged on sweet
Such a strange sensation spreading head to feet
Fantastical visions blurring with the true
Could have been one minute or a year or two

If you want to trip the life fantastic
Come see just what we mean by being monastic
Because this is the Temple of Thelonious
One drop, you’ll be dying to be joining us

I think we got him under
And now it’s time to plunder

ACT 4 - Tenderloin Townie Tells It
You better take care of your wallet
Take care of your purses too
These crazies come out of nowhere
They’re coming after you

No one can be trusted
Their mojo must be stripped
Neutralize their powers
By taking anything in their pockets

You better take care of your people
This city ain’t safe for you
These freaks are mugging everybody
At gun- and knife-point too

The threat must be resisted
The Temple must be saved
And if the cops are unlisted
Just pull their arms right out of their sockets

ACT 5 - Got to Get Out to Get Out
Awaking inside of me
I realize that there were no zombies
The girls begin to dose me
I wriggle away much too closely
Gotta get gotta get gotta get gotta get out and get going home

The men try and subdue me
But I leave them clutching my robing
This isn’t what I was seeking
To run through the city streaking
My car is parked near the Coit tower
Escaping them takes all my power
Gotta get gotta get gotta get gotta get away and get on home

I make it through alleys and dodge all the homeless
But they know this city as if they owned it
Arriving in North Beach, unexpectedly stalled
I can’t cross Columbus, there’s a cyclist wall
I’m cornered and caught thanks to Critical Mass
I slip into a Kinkos and copy my ass
Gotta get gotta get gotta get gotta get just one more copy done

ACT 6 - One Panhandle or Another
The City sure knocked me out over this warm September weekend
The body bags are filling and now my sorrow has deepened
As the sun is setting through the Golden Gate there’s nothing I can do to possibly escape
Oh I came so far and I’m too far gone and I worry ‘bout the things I’ve done

The girls begin to dose me; the men, they hold me down
Then I float above a crooked street as the wind blows me around
It wasn’t my intention to discorporate, but my body couldn’t find another good escape
I crossed dimensions narrow toward a panhandle, Ursa Major’s quiet as a wax candle

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glennny

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I think we unquestionably own the challenge. We all know nailing the challenge doesn’t mean one should advance. I think we have the best composition, the best riffs, the best solos, the best melodies. As I should, I was a writer right. This is a song-cycle in the tradition of 2112 and Hemispheres and Ben Kriegers- Cable Beach. We started work once the challenge was announced, we both spent several hours every day, and we got it in on time with 2 minutes to spare! I really don’t think 1 or 2 listens is enough to appreciate it properly, and I knew we were running that risk with such a composition. I’m hoping the 6 movements are thought of as tight little efficient songs for the pop ears, and the story thread and musical developments throughout touch the epic nerve. I really thought there would be more epic songs like ours. I have no problem being a fool. I love our song, I’m quite proud of it. If we go down, we went down swinging. I do believe songs should stand on their own without explanation, but here’s a little bit in case you’re interested. I understand if you don’t want to read further. Thelonius Monks- There is a church of St. Coltrane in San Francisco, this is a play on that and the name Monk. Got to Get Out to Get Out is a carpet crawler reference (Genesis). Critical Mass is when bicyclists take over the streets and make it impossible to get across town. This started in San Francisco. I guess that wasn’t that bad. You probably knew all that anyway. I wish I had more time to perfect the mix, but I did my best to mix all week as the song developed. Anyway, great challenge! Great competition!

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