KEEPINTOUCH
TROUBADOUR
TROUBADOUR:
Our leader was born during a solar eclipse,
and five rainbows filled up the Fortuna skies.
A young genius savant and a champion of men,
Plus a certified ninja by the time he was seven.
He is impervious to bullets, drone strikes and put downs.
His teenage years were not awkward at all.
He fights for us poor and he’ll make us all rich!
We’re truly blessed Lencho is our light, in the day and in the night.
Our delightful dear leader is known to us all…
(defiant and angry)
As a backstabbing, land-grabbing, excuse of a man!
He brought revolution, and talked of inclusion,
but held mass executions, his close friends and all!
If that is his lesson, then learn it we shall!
Let’s raise our arms and take what’s ours! It’s our right!
We’ll storm his palace demanding…
(adulatory)
...forgiveness.
We are truly blessed Lencho holds the candle, in the tunnel, in the night.
(hesitant)
He won sixty four matches of chess played at the same time, riding a unicycle, blindfolded.
He is amazing at everything, and is very handsome…
(defiant and angry)
...and soon we’ll see his mythical downfall!
We’ll burn it all down, cut his beard, cut his throat!
He is no father to our nation! Not anymore!
(adulatory)
He keeps to his promises...
(defiant and angry)
No, actually he doesn’t!
It’s time Lencho dies a nice slow dead, while we rise up in the night!
While we rise up in the night!
LANDLOCKED
ALONDRA:
They pile up to hear your bedtime stories,
They who grow older over night,
They who limp even in dreams,
They who wake up, feeling thirsty and wise!
They sing in their minds your every plight,
They won’t shush a word till you’re done!
They won’t move their eyes off your good looking mind!
They won’t let you go when you’re gone!
But you too will be landlocked someday!
You too will be landlocked someday!
You too will be landlocked someday!
GO MY WAY
LENCHO:
If only things had gone my way,
I would have pulled my sweet nation ahead.
But we're loosing terrain to greedy hands, instead.
I'll never let that happen if things go my way.
The weight of manhandling this duty
is tearing my inner and outer beauty.
My love for my people down it will trickle!
But most important, that love they have for me!
When things start to go my way,
I'll plant a new tree where every traitor fell!
I'll round up the rest and make 'em sing show tunes all day!
That way, they'll know I am getting my way!
We'll know when things are going my way,
By the fear that will blast just from hearing my name!
An accompanying image of me riding a horse through the gates of hell!
Wind in my hair, glorious smile, what a superstar! They’ll declare!
Oh then we’ll know that it’s going my way!
The weight of maintaining this beauty
is tearing the fabric of my duty!
My love for my people down it will trickle!
But most important that love they have for me!
There is no one they can trust
like this man who's given his all,
For a nation as sweet as this one!
There is only this man that can save it from heeeeeeeeell!
There is only this one only man,
this one and only man,
the one right here, the only,
And that man is only, only, only meeeeeeee!
BANDANA:
That man is only meeeeeeeeee!
ALONDRA’S MEMOIRS I
ALONDRA:
Some people call me a Warrior Poet,
I have come to say I am neither.
For yes I do well fight,
And yes I’ll write a verse.
I’m just not this Warrior Poet,
or maybe I am.
Huh.
HAPPY JAR
SKINNY:
How about filling the ice bucket
with every drink you could find?
Make it happy! Make it snappy!
Call it Happy Jar!
HEAVY:
Would you mind passing me that bucket?
Quick while it holds its laughter inside!
Girls step back, I got the glorious snack!
Call it Happy Jar!
STINKY GIRL:
Have you heard of this handsome bucket?
OLDER MAN:
Mean ol’ giggly rascal style, you devil you!
YOUNG GIRL:
Pass it around!
SKINNY:
Hey kid, pass it around!
Call it Happy Jar!
SQUARING THE CIRCLE
EL ENGINEER & GUERRILLEROS:
We’re here to square some circles!
We’re not circling the squares!
We’re up-front about it,
we never denied it,
We’re here, here to bleeping square!
Justice is what we’re here to offer!
Don’t matter if we weren’t even asked!
Don’t mind us while we’re out
squaring some circles,
Just be careful, careful if you’re next!
We’re here to square some circles!
We’re not circling the squa—
ALONDRA:
Enough! Please, we got it.
ALONDRA’S MEMOIRS II
ALONDRA:
If I am a Warrior Poet,
you are the Brutish Spirit!
Ideas come easily to a Warrior Poet,
while muscle and soul make a Brutish Spirit soar!
WHERE HAVE YOUR HANDS BEEN?
ALONDRA:
Behind that mask I see no glass
through which our voices aren’t included.
That made no sense.
I see right through those eyes of yours
is what I meant to say just now, but couldn’t.
There is a child inside of you
who’s longing for a broken home so he can fix it.
I want to be right next to you
when this child bursts into the scene, and kicks it.
But I wonder...
BANDANA:
I never thought I’d see the day
when I’d be fighting next to someone so delicious.
ALONDRA:
Oh stop.
BANDANA:
Someone like you, nevertheless,
who’s kinda cute but also fearless and quite vicious.
ALONDRA:
Oh, go on.
BANDANA:
I think it’s true we understand ourselves
and finish up each other’s—
ALONDRA:
Sentences!
BANDANA:
—strategies.
ALONDRA:
Huh?
BANDANA:
I want to be right next to you
when guns ablaze we do or die,
I’m thinking do, right?
But I wonder...
BANDANA & ALONDRA:
Where have your hands been?
What have your eyes seen?
Where have your hands been all along?
Are they at least somewhat clean?
ALONDRA:
I find myself asking myself about yourself,
and I just have so many questions!
Where you come from, what you have seen,
the bed you’ve made, who even knows you?!
BANDANA:
That’s quite alright, I sympathize,
I wonder that about you also!
BANDANA & ALONDRA:
I've read some things, but not enough,
I barely know you!
ALONDRA:
Have they chopped wood and or liver?
BANDANA:
Have they shattered up a body?
ALONDRA:
Have they planted seeds in asphalt?
BANDANA:
Have they pulled out rotten teeth?
ALONDRA:
Have they touched the poor men’s faces?
BANDANA:
Have they robbed a poor man’s heart?
ALONDRA:
Have they built children a hospice?
BANDANA:
Have they buried one too many?
ALONDRA:
Have they silenced?
BANDANA:
Have they violenced?
ALONDRA:
Have they mangled?
BANDANA:
Have they strangled?
ALONDRA:
Have they snapped?
BANDANA:
Have they slapped?
BANDANA & ALONDRA:
Have they ripped hearts?!
Where have your hands been?
What have your eyes seen?
Where have your hands been all along?
Are they at least somewhat clean?
THE BRIEFING (EXECUTIVE SUMMARY)
TOP GOVERNMENT OFFICIALS:
This is a summary!
This is a summary!
It’s all you need to know,
wont tell you nothing more.
This is a summary!
This is a summary!
A dumbed down version of events.
MILITARY OFFICER:
And shorter!
TG OFFICIALS:
Executive summary! Executive summary!
IA OFFICER:
It serves a purpose!
SOPHIE:
There’s something brewing in the jungle
requiring our full attention!
Lencho is out of touch with his island,
We must chaching! on his frustration!
The Guerrilla has now a new face,
That of a faceless man!
No doubt a man on the inside,
perhaps a commodities oligarch?
IA DIRECTOR:
A rich kid.
GENERAL:
I despise cronyism!
SOPHIE:
Chief Alondra seems to trust him,
though I sense a schoolgirl crush.
Doesn’t fully add up, the way she’s wound up,
to let anyone close to her heart.
Potential is what she sees in this man,
and she is grateful and giddy too.
But the only one thing that compels her and moves her
is riding the thrill of command.
IA DIRECTOR:
What about El Engineer?
SOPHIE:
He is an idealist.
GENERAL:
Ha, a no one!
SOPHIE:
The masked man is called Bandana.
He is good at what he does.
He is there just in time, to save dirty behinds,
now he seems to be calling some shots.
It’s all equal to her we believe,
she is smart, she most certainly knows,
A mysterious masked man can hold no command,
he’s at best a good number two!
IA DIRECTOR:
Keep an eye on him. No one’s that charitable.
SOPHIE:
Our son of a bitch Lencho is losing it!
He’s lost all joy of the kill!
We must encroach on the bloodiest of playgrounds,
and make it our own place to play!
My task, I’ve given myself and accepted,
there’s no time to specurbate!
I need full control!
I’m accountable to none!
Please excuse me, I got an island to run!
IA DIRECTOR:
Granted.
TG OFFICIALS:
This is a summary!
This is a summary!
It’s all you need to know,
won’t tell you nothing more.
This is a summary!
This is a summary!
A dumbed down shorter version.
MILITARY OFFICER:
If you may.
TG OFFICIALS:
Executive summary! Executive summary!
IA OFFICER:
It serves a purpose!
ALONDRA’S SPEECH
ALONDRA:
Some people call me a Warrior Poet,
I have come to say I am neither.
For yes I do well fight,
And yes I’ll write a verse,
I’m just not this Warrior Poet,
or maybe I am.
The point is not that but the people,
and always the people!
I bring a thorny branch of roses
for yourselves, from the people.
A gift for the parting of ways,
we’ve decided to say:
Screw you!
Sincerely, the people.
The point Is to be scared of the people.
Oh trust me, the people!
I bring a set of spikes, torches,
tanks, guns, and ammunition!
Perhaps a deterrent, or however you name it,
We are ready!
Sincerely, the people.
I am bare in front of you,
do you believe I am afraid?
To spark on a revolution?
To ignite your institutions?
Is any of this a choice?
Are we cosmically destined
to collide into each other,
blasting off into little pieces?
Blasting off into little pieces?
Blasting off into little pieces?!
Some people call me a Warrior Poet,
I have come to say I am neither.
For yes, in blood I write,
And yes, I’ll raise some hell,
I’m just not this Warrior Poet,
or maybe I am!
FILLED IN THE BLANKS
BANDANA:
I swam beneath a beastly creep,
just so I’d show you that I got it.
You seem unfazed, just no respect!
Who do I boink for you to like me?
Who do I pork for you to praise me?
I fought off a croc!
I filled in the blanks:
Makes it hard to part,
when love is in the dark!
ALONDRA:
I filled in the blanks!
Love is in the dark!
BANDANA:
I almost got digested that day!
ALONDRA:
I filled in the blanks!
ALONDRA:
You swam beneath a beastly creep,
I always craved for your attention!
We’re being real, and now we know
who do we boink to make this happen.
ALONDRA & BANDANA:
Who do we pork to make this happen.
REVOLUCIóN
ALONDRA:
Not sure of what we have started.
I’m not sure that any of this rings true.
Not sure I do.
EL ENGINEER:
Can’t say I’m not terrified.
I can’t say I am not terrified of doom.
That’s how I do.
LENCHO:
You’ve brought it to this!
You’ve brought it to fists!
Ah, you!
How dumb of you!
BANDANA:
All you people know I got this!
All you people know I’m here for you!
And only you!
ALONDRA:
Something’s coming whether we like it or not.
BANDANA:
And sometimes you need to let go and step up.
To get what you want you need to want what you’ll get.
If it weren’t you or I, it would be somebody else.
You nor I have any matter, if it’s not by how we move.
What’s ahead is ours to take, some of us are meant to have our way!
BANDANA & ALONDRA:
You and I will not have mattered if we stop short of the end!
You and I against any army, I would gladly take that bet!
You only live once you should enjoy and seize the day! Peace!
You and I are here together, I would have it no way else!
You and I sieging the palace, we could almost just walk in!
There is no doubt, my name they’ll shout!
I’d much rather you be there with me! Of course.
You and I will not have mattered in a thousand years or so!
You and I won't have existed in a million years or two!
What’s at stake is here right now,
the sun will die and the earth will explode anyway(s)!
FOG OF WAR
LENCHO:
Inside my brain, inside my reign,
it’s hard to see, it’s hard to gage
just what I am—
ALONDRA:
In a fog of war—
LENCHO & ALONDRA:
—Don’t know where I begin and where you end.
ALONDRA:
I’m not so sure, not anymore,
about my path,
has it turned some other way?—
LENCHO & ALONDRA:
—It’s hard to understand just what you are!
BANDANA & ALONDRA:
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
Is it clear? Is it clear for you, at all?
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
How does it boil down now?
You’re over there, I’m over here,
So have you made it through the fog of war?
It’s hard to understand just what you are!
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
Is it clear? Is it clear for you, at all?
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
Keep a look out. Take a look ahead.
Keep a look out! Take a look ahead!
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
Is it clear? Is it clear for you, at all?
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
WHAT YOU’RE SEEING NOW
ALONDRA:
Where have your hands been?
What have your eyes seen?
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
Is it clear? Is it clear for you at all?
Wonder what you’re seeing now.
REALLY GO MY WAY
BANDANA:
I'll make things really go my way
If I begin anew,
and show the world a fresher face.
Relieve glories past,
become young again.
JACUZZI GIRLS:
Young again.
BANDANA:
When things finally,
when things finally,
when things finally,
gooo myyyy waaaaay!
Goooo myyyy waaaaaaaaaaay!!
ALONDRA
Dime qué nos haces Alondra?
Que nos apuras a saltar dentro del mar?
Nos besas, nos besas
Y nos das la dirección a otro lugar
Dime qué nos dices Alondra?
Con tu dulce voz de viento celestial?
Nos amas, nos amas
Y nos dejas como un lindo arreglo floral
Te pedimos no llorar
No teníamos de otra
Velaremos tu inocencia
Desde el mas allá
Dime que rezarás Alondra
Unos versos antes de dormir
Pensarás, pensarás a dónde
A dónde mañana vas a ir
Te pedimos no llorar
No teníamos de otra
Velaremos tu inocencia
Desde el mas allá
Dime que rezarás Alondra
Unos versos antes de dormir
Pensarás, pensarás a dónde
A dónde mañana vas a ir