Post by theminstrel on Dec 17, 2005 20:05:16 GMT -5
:::CAUTION THE FOLLOWING PROMO HAS BEEN RATED TV14:::
For intense visual content
[Suddenly a deep voice comes in and we're back in the car]
Those tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
The wincing relatives...
[As the lines go by we're flashes quickly to an image of lights flashing on a rainy night and a body being lead out of a house. Several police officers stand around a car as the man sits in the car, his face protected by the shadows and the hands covering his face as he appears to breakdown]
You bid her farewell then got in your car
And that's the last thing that you can recall.
And when they pulled you out
You didn't know your name
Exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
[Back to the mask and that laughter]
You met Jane four years ago today
Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
Her tired underpants...
[We flash to a woman with brown hair and slight;y bronzed skin dances with a seductive look on her face. Its solely a headshot, but we can tell she's doing some great things with her body. Her hazel eyes glimmer against the white background. Suddenly the picture of her is torn down and we're once again back to the car, as the man in the trenchcoat is getting some gas]
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
[Suddenly we flash to a man with his face blurred out struggling as he is strapped to a table, a couple of doctor's enter the room with an electronic shocking device. The man struggles even more, but the leath straps keep him down. Flash back to the woman, who now has her finger in her mouth and very slowly removes it. Flash to a gravesight, all info is blurred out except the name, "Dana". A drawn heart is shown on a piece of looseleaf and then is promptly folded up]
Jane let you touch and feel her
She was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
To be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
[Back on the road except now the snow is falling and wipers go back and forth trying to keep the view vlean as at night, the man has the blinders on so he can see because there are no streetlights. In the distance we see the Minstrel mask once again this time the eyes are on fire, as we zoom in the road fades and its the mask against a black background that soon becomes white as the mask recides over the girl's face]
But some things never get better
Like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
A pad lock on her lips
Disposable tan
Biodegradable hands.
[Now we flash to the funeral sight again with the rain falling down, the man in the trenchcoat appears, he stands there as the wind blows his trenchcoat towards the grave. The name Dana turns golden as his hand approaches the ground with a balloon animal in it and a gold chain wrapped around its neck, to keep it in place with the wind. Flash again to the man with the blurred out face sitting in a room with padded walls, his clothes all white. The woman suddenly appears on the wall behind him, dancing, mocking him]
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
But that newspaper gown is always on fire
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
But that newspaper gown is always on fire
[Flash to the man strapped down on the table, the doctor's flick on the electronic shock system and rub the the pads together. Switch to a bedroom where a man with a blurred out face tosses in his sleep, grabbing his pillow in a rage while still sleeping he rolls over and slams it down next to him on his left. Another pair of legs and arms fly back and forth as he pushes down while his eyes still are sealed shut, he mutters something]
She met him a week after you left her
When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
And then they did all the things
You never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face
[As the dual vocals go to screaming, a violent yet synchronised scream the images speed up. The doctors shocking the patient, the wamn dancing, the man in a straightjacket bouncing off the walls, the balloon animal being blown over despite the chain, the man in the cop car as the police look on laughing at him, the pillow still as the man lies asleep again, the shocks again as the man jolts up, the mask on fire]
But your burden it looks a lot like her.
[The laughter in the background as we come back to the pillow]
"911, something horrible has happened!"
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
[An image of cupid as he transforms from the winged angel into a winged devil, the man walking out with a suit on through the gates of what is presumably the institution, a birthday cake with "Happy Birthday Dana" on it]
"She's not breathing"
[The desperate voice says again as we're left with the view of the open road, as the sun is rising up over the horizon]
[Panning out we find Jack wrapping one around his wrist and then letting it go, holding it out so he can get a good look at it. Jack appears to be fairly anxious as his eyes are wide with what seems to be curiousity. He smiles as he lets the barcode fall from his hands and watches it float its way to the floor]
[Jack looks up with his demented eyes glowing and his yellow teeth rotting. His long dark hair is greasy and sitting on his head seemingly begging to be washed. He wears a denim jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. His couch, in his apartment, is where we find him sorting out the misconceptions of his own existence]
Jack: We got confirmation today, the man is on his way back.
[His smile grows wider and more demonic after finishing this sentence]
Jack: And the champ is running his mouth about perpetual anger and how its left him the power of absolute focus. Well, my friend, I must admit that is quite the gift, you've got there. Did Santa get you that last Christmas?
[He leans back in his seat, as he eyes shift wildly]
Jack: Well regardless you may want to find the receipt for it and take it back, because your focus just isn't helping you right now. In fact, your focus has become solely on yourself and your anger, you've failed to as of now take the Funny Guy to task once. For someone, who isn't affected by mind games, you sure do talk about it alot and use your infinite focus to dissect them.
[He smiles in silence then turns his head slightly and cup his ear with his right hand]
Jack: Oh whats that? Because you're focusing on them, that means you're using that little, tiny organ between your ears called the brain.... And that means, they've done just the trick.
[He giggles and puts one finger over his lips]
Jack: But don't worry... I won't tell anyone... I promise.
[He shakes his head as though he's got the whole world in the palm of his hand and only he knows it]
Jack: You see, Ravager, as a competitor; you deserve the utmost respect; however I think you're mistaken by calling what's going on with the Funny Guy jealousy. I truly believe its for a much higher purpose, a much higher purpose then simply wealth and "opening up a can of whoop ass"
[He rolls his eyes in disgust]
Jack: And if thats all you bring to the table as motivation... My friend, I'm afraid you're not going to find yourself a happy man come Tuesday morning.
[He smirks once again revealing those yellow teeth]
Jack: Well you never wake up happy so I guess you'll be used to it when another man has that title, to heal something we as regular people can't understand.
[He leans forward once again, the smile off his face]
Jack: Oh, and don't think I forgot about you Technique. Your silence speaks volumes about how dead in the water, you know you are. This is a man, who has tormented you and your tag team partner for a month now... And now once more, he's going to step into a ring and take something you want.
[He leans forward trying to wipe the smile off his face with his hands as though its some type of illness]
Jack: A title, a victory, respect... A chance, a shot at the big time...
[He grabs a hold of the camera]
Jack: Flushed down the drain.
[He lets the camera go and leans back onto the couch again, we fade as he fidgets in his seat, wiping at his nose. We pan down away from this at the barcode wristband on the floor]
[Cut away]
The song is "Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck" by the Blood Brothers off their 2004 album Crimes
Go to www.myspace.com/thebloodbrothersband
And click on Love Rhymes... to listen for enhanced promo
For intense visual content
[Suddenly a deep voice comes in and we're back in the car]
Those tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait.
The car accident, the skin graft treatment, the flower baskets,
The wincing relatives...
[As the lines go by we're flashes quickly to an image of lights flashing on a rainy night and a body being lead out of a house. Several police officers stand around a car as the man sits in the car, his face protected by the shadows and the hands covering his face as he appears to breakdown]
You bid her farewell then got in your car
And that's the last thing that you can recall.
And when they pulled you out
You didn't know your name
Exploding semi truck blurred your face with flame...
[Back to the mask and that laughter]
You met Jane four years ago today
Dancing at some vomit-stained frat party.
Her newspaper gown, flashing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance,
Her tired underpants...
[We flash to a woman with brown hair and slight;y bronzed skin dances with a seductive look on her face. Its solely a headshot, but we can tell she's doing some great things with her body. Her hazel eyes glimmer against the white background. Suddenly the picture of her is torn down and we're once again back to the car, as the man in the trenchcoat is getting some gas]
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
[Suddenly we flash to a man with his face blurred out struggling as he is strapped to a table, a couple of doctor's enter the room with an electronic shocking device. The man struggles even more, but the leath straps keep him down. Flash back to the woman, who now has her finger in her mouth and very slowly removes it. Flash to a gravesight, all info is blurred out except the name, "Dana". A drawn heart is shown on a piece of looseleaf and then is promptly folded up]
Jane let you touch and feel her
She was so free like a pineapple in a tree
You said it's dangerous
To be so intimate
You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous.
Jane said when she laid on her back
the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape.
[Back on the road except now the snow is falling and wipers go back and forth trying to keep the view vlean as at night, the man has the blinders on so he can see because there are no streetlights. In the distance we see the Minstrel mask once again this time the eyes are on fire, as we zoom in the road fades and its the mask against a black background that soon becomes white as the mask recides over the girl's face]
But some things never get better
Like used cars and bad livers.
So you traded her in for a better looking brand.
One with fake porno tits
A pad lock on her lips
Disposable tan
Biodegradable hands.
[Now we flash to the funeral sight again with the rain falling down, the man in the trenchcoat appears, he stands there as the wind blows his trenchcoat towards the grave. The name Dana turns golden as his hand approaches the ground with a balloon animal in it and a gold chain wrapped around its neck, to keep it in place with the wind. Flash again to the man with the blurred out face sitting in a room with padded walls, his clothes all white. The woman suddenly appears on the wall behind him, dancing, mocking him]
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
But that newspaper gown is always on fire
Back at the hospital
You got no visitors at all.
She visits you in your sleep,
But that newspaper gown is always on fire
[Flash to the man strapped down on the table, the doctor's flick on the electronic shock system and rub the the pads together. Switch to a bedroom where a man with a blurred out face tosses in his sleep, grabbing his pillow in a rage while still sleeping he rolls over and slams it down next to him on his left. Another pair of legs and arms fly back and forth as he pushes down while his eyes still are sealed shut, he mutters something]
She met him a week after you left her
When you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector.
He talked her out of her skirt in his beer-soaked apartment
And then they did all the things
You never said that you wanted.
And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull.
And your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold.
Yesterday you gave your burden a name.
Yesterday you gave your burden a face
[As the dual vocals go to screaming, a violent yet synchronised scream the images speed up. The doctors shocking the patient, the wamn dancing, the man in a straightjacket bouncing off the walls, the balloon animal being blown over despite the chain, the man in the cop car as the police look on laughing at him, the pillow still as the man lies asleep again, the shocks again as the man jolts up, the mask on fire]
But your burden it looks a lot like her.
[The laughter in the background as we come back to the pillow]
"911, something horrible has happened!"
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with pity now
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love, love
Rhymes with sympathy now
[An image of cupid as he transforms from the winged angel into a winged devil, the man walking out with a suit on through the gates of what is presumably the institution, a birthday cake with "Happy Birthday Dana" on it]
"She's not breathing"
[The desperate voice says again as we're left with the view of the open road, as the sun is rising up over the horizon]
[Panning out we find Jack wrapping one around his wrist and then letting it go, holding it out so he can get a good look at it. Jack appears to be fairly anxious as his eyes are wide with what seems to be curiousity. He smiles as he lets the barcode fall from his hands and watches it float its way to the floor]
[Jack looks up with his demented eyes glowing and his yellow teeth rotting. His long dark hair is greasy and sitting on his head seemingly begging to be washed. He wears a denim jacket with a white t-shirt underneath. His couch, in his apartment, is where we find him sorting out the misconceptions of his own existence]
Jack: We got confirmation today, the man is on his way back.
[His smile grows wider and more demonic after finishing this sentence]
Jack: And the champ is running his mouth about perpetual anger and how its left him the power of absolute focus. Well, my friend, I must admit that is quite the gift, you've got there. Did Santa get you that last Christmas?
[He leans back in his seat, as he eyes shift wildly]
Jack: Well regardless you may want to find the receipt for it and take it back, because your focus just isn't helping you right now. In fact, your focus has become solely on yourself and your anger, you've failed to as of now take the Funny Guy to task once. For someone, who isn't affected by mind games, you sure do talk about it alot and use your infinite focus to dissect them.
[He smiles in silence then turns his head slightly and cup his ear with his right hand]
Jack: Oh whats that? Because you're focusing on them, that means you're using that little, tiny organ between your ears called the brain.... And that means, they've done just the trick.
[He giggles and puts one finger over his lips]
Jack: But don't worry... I won't tell anyone... I promise.
[He shakes his head as though he's got the whole world in the palm of his hand and only he knows it]
Jack: You see, Ravager, as a competitor; you deserve the utmost respect; however I think you're mistaken by calling what's going on with the Funny Guy jealousy. I truly believe its for a much higher purpose, a much higher purpose then simply wealth and "opening up a can of whoop ass"
[He rolls his eyes in disgust]
Jack: And if thats all you bring to the table as motivation... My friend, I'm afraid you're not going to find yourself a happy man come Tuesday morning.
[He smirks once again revealing those yellow teeth]
Jack: Well you never wake up happy so I guess you'll be used to it when another man has that title, to heal something we as regular people can't understand.
[He leans forward once again, the smile off his face]
Jack: Oh, and don't think I forgot about you Technique. Your silence speaks volumes about how dead in the water, you know you are. This is a man, who has tormented you and your tag team partner for a month now... And now once more, he's going to step into a ring and take something you want.
[He leans forward trying to wipe the smile off his face with his hands as though its some type of illness]
Jack: A title, a victory, respect... A chance, a shot at the big time...
[He grabs a hold of the camera]
Jack: Flushed down the drain.
[He lets the camera go and leans back onto the couch again, we fade as he fidgets in his seat, wiping at his nose. We pan down away from this at the barcode wristband on the floor]
[Cut away]
The song is "Love Rhymes With Hideous Car Wreck" by the Blood Brothers off their 2004 album Crimes
Go to www.myspace.com/thebloodbrothersband
And click on Love Rhymes... to listen for enhanced promo