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The scene sets with an overhead view of New Orleans in 1938 with Bad Finger's "Come and Get It": https://youtu.be/QD-07UD0W-Y?si=xdrL_ir59g8GBoGV The scene changes from one street to another as the titles appear and also the credits. Sometime later the scene changes to a junkyard and while this pans some loud banging can be heard. Scene pans to the left in front of a rusty looking Ford and then a piece of metal junk lands on it. Scene pans again, this time to the right, towards a large tire, and laying in it is Charlie the German shepherd and "Diddy Wah Diddy" By Captain Beefheart starts playing: https://youtu.be/yXXFj5wzLFA?si=gxo0ipR1m3e2HPN4 Charlie looks bored out of his mind, and he yawns and scratches his belly for a bit. He then decides to get up and out of the tire and stretches. He ambles around the junkyard for a time until he comes up to a pile of junked cars; which he proceeds to climb. Next scene has him clambering over the roof of an old pickup, and sits down and

[VIDEO] (Intro) Day dawns dark. It now numbers, infinity. Life crawls from the past. Watching in wonder. I trace its patterns in me. Tomorrow's tomorrow is birth again. Boats burn the bridge in the fens. The time of the past returns to my life. And uses it. Don't blame me. For the letters that may form in the sand. Don't look in my eyes. You may see all the numbers. That stretch in my sky and color my hand. Don't say that I'm wrong in imagining. That the voice of my life cannot sing. Fate enters and talks in old words. They amuse it. (Instrumental) Hands shine darkly and white. Only in light, they appear. Bless the baby born today. (Wicked little Scorpio, doomed to die a thousand times before he lives!) Flying in pitch, flying on fear. They shine in my eyes and touch my face. Where I have seen placed before. Don't blame me, please, for the fate that falls. I did not choose it. I did not choose it. I did not, no no, I did not! I truly did not choose it! (Instrumental then end)

[VIDEO] (Intro) Burned alive, in Purgatory flames! Buried alive, in depths of conscience! (instrumental) Crematory ashes. Lust for the dead. Property of sin. Earth opens. Agenda Ignis! Pentagram, bleeding flesh turning inside out! Golgotha burning, slaughter the lamb! (Instrumental) Invasion unreal. A pestilence of Ahriman. Genocide unreal. Pestilence of Lucifer. Burned alive. Demonic obedience. Buried alive. Doctrine's blinded slave. (Instrumental) Agenda Ignis! (Instrumental) Crematory ashes. Lust for the dead. Property of sin. Earth opens. (Instrumental then end)

[VIDEO] (Intro) The world now stands ancient, showing her age. Antique, senile, archaic. Peroration impending, not one to assuage. The human remnants of earth. Pandemic winds chill the soul. Eradication of the will. Nihilism extracts its toll. Frightening the meekly servile. (Instrumental) Sacrosanct, the religious ones are fast becoming becoming extinct. Chaotic precursors of what will befall permeate the night are. The fear of the end preys on the minds of all the soon-be-dead. With death at the hands of a hideous fiend. A grisly fate to comprehend. (Instrumental) This city is guilty, the crime is life. The sentence is death, darkness descends! This city is guilty, the crime is life. The sentence is death, darkness descends! This city is guilty, the crime is life. The sentence is death, darkness descends! This city is guilty, the crime is life. The sentence is death, darkness descends! Internal combustion, plutonic rage. The bodies create their own hell. The flame from within

[VIDEO] (Intro) Tortured self worth, abstracts of wrath. Released from attachment human reaction. (Instrumental) Muted unable to realize images of your design. Soul sacrifice a blessing to me, carve me from your memories. (Instrumental) Deep impressions my depths, worthless as each breath. Worlds within words of half truth my fears of losing you. (Instrumental) I'll pour scorn from the lowest place, colour fades from your face. Annihilation acceptance. Paradox of existence. (Instrumental) Alright! (Instrumental) Let's go! (Instruemental) Ok! (Instrumental) Soul sacrifice, oh the pain we've been through! Soul sacrifice, sacrifice my soul for you! (Instrumental) Soul sacrifice, oh the pain we've been through! Soul sacrifice, sacrifice my soul for you! (Instrumental) Soul for you! (Instrumental then end)

[VIDEO] (Intro) See the sun and hideaway. Never see the light of day. Dancing faces in a crowd. Chase a star and catch a cloud. We are... We are... We are... Nite people. Nite people. In the dark, the day begins. In the dusk, the loser wins. Throw away the daylight fears. Take the hand that wipes the tears. We are... we are... we are... Nite people. Nite people. Lonely singing out of tune. Empty glasses fill the room. Leaving us to set the time. Give the reason for the rhyme. We are... We are... We are... Nite people. Nite people. We are prophets of the night. Shielding others from the light. Doing day forbidden things. While the bird of darkness sings" We are... We are... We are... Nite People. Nite people. (Instrumental, then end)

[VIDEO] (Intro) Travel alone, no one wants to share your call. Backtrack on your footsteps 'til you think you've gone to far. Such a timeless feeling, hyperspace turns out to be. Giving reason to exist again when looked at in 4D. In a house that has no windows it comes like painted glass. And light is thrown on people, who've forgotten how to run. Like a bandage for their feelings that project the world beyond. Giving reason to exist again, you know they've got the wrong. House without windows. In a house where no wind blows. In a house without windows. (Instrumental) A man jumped out my head at me, said, "Is it time to go?" I do not know for certain yet, but I do believe that's so. He asked me to explain to him which pathway he should take. And if they all should meet someplace, what difference does it make? Just before you go you said what think you of the scene? Big business, atom bombs and schools we're fighting for the queen. I really have no knowledge yet of worldly power

[VIDEO] (Intro) She traces neat escapes. In night skylines. Bowing out with style. Daylight seeps into her darkness. She'll watch a new moon smile. Then crawl away. On another day. You would swear my judgment was wrong. Tracing neat escapes. Now the soft attraction has gone. (Instrumental) She'll swear some weak excuse. To gain more time. Changing sides like friends. To satisfy her quicksand ego. When life falls short again. She'll crawl away. On another day. You would swear my judgement was wrong. Tracing neat escapes. Now the soft attraction has gone. (Instrumental) Inside her father's house. She's free to stay. Challenge if you dare. Her mirror test of self deception. Replacements crowd the stairs. Rehearsed in praise. On another day. You would say my judgement was wrong. Tracing neat escapes. Now the soft attraction has gone. On another day. You would say my judgement was wrong. Tracing neat escapes. Now the soft attraction has gone. On another day. (End)

[VIDEO] (Intro) Surrender to a ceaseless path. Portraits hung in empty halls. Frameless heads on nameless walls. Submit to the scourge pit. Carving the lines across an age'ed face, giving misery its place. Ragged men in ragged clothes. Silver thorn and bloody rose. Pride that has come to define. The martyrdom spoiling our minds. My triumph's a desert, barren and tame. who was the promise for? Laborious tasks that are futile and vain. Who was the promise for? Meaningless bonds that succumb to the years. But who was the promise for? Now we're washing the sand with our salty tears. Who was the promise for? Forsake the ceaseless path. Escape a hollow shrine of crumbling walls. Layers of mold on toppled walls. Emerge from the scourge pit. Carving the lines across an age'ed face, giving misery its place. We're still ragged men in ragged clothes. Broken face and bloody nose. Arrogance comes to define. The shrillness entwined in our whine. Exhausting a thought for a lifetime of pain. Who

[VIDEO] (Intro) Banshee playing magician sitting lotus on the floor. Belly dancing beauty with a power driven saw. Had my share of nightmares, didn't think there could be much more. Then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Eleanor. She tied my eyes with a ribbon of a silken ghostly thread. I gazed with trouble vision on an old four poster bed. Where Eleanor had risen to kiss the neck below my head. And bid me come along with her to the land of the dancing dead. But it's all right, Lady Eleanor. All right, Lady Eleanor. I'm all right where I am. (Instrumental) She gazed with loving beauty like a mother to a son. Like living, dying, seeing, being all rolled into one. Then all at once I heard some music playing in my bones. The same old song I'd heard for years, reminding me of home. But it's all right, Lady Eleanor. All right, Lady Eleanor. I'm all right where I am. (Instrumental) Then creeping on towards me, licking lips with tongues of fire. A host of golden demons screaming