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dave malloy - jazz age/subtle كلمات الأغنية

(the commentators become 20s style radio announcers.)

(music of the giddy jazz_age.)

(the contestants start dancing.)

samson:
it’s a jazz age prohibition era speakeasy, jaynie, would you look at that?

jaynie:
ruffle your tail feathers!

samson:
shake your beaded tassels

mo:
wag your bran m_ffins!

samson:
let’s get a mid_heat pulse on the contestants shall we? how all you dolls—

jaynie:
dames—

samson:
d_cks—
mo:
and dead soldiers__!

jaynie:
linguistic fact: “d_ck” with a k, has been used to refer to detectives since the beginning of the 20th century and persons with p_n_ses way before that _

samson:
how all you doin’ tonight?

all:
we don’t care
what you want us to be
cause tonight we’re flipping on the moon
give me a gin and molly

‘cause tonight by golly
gonna croon
gonna swoon
gonna shatter my cocoon
pour some glitter on my face
and laugh like an idiot

(royshanna and nicki are trying to refill plastic martini glasses from their h_llo kitty (or otherwise kawaii) flask without anyone noticing.)

tye:
i feel great!
dakota:
me too!

roger:
you do?

grace:
what’s in the punch?

harper:
i feel giddy all the sudden!

tye:
positively spinning out of control!

janelle:
do do do do do!

harper:
no singing if you don’t know the words, janelle!

janelle:
no singing if you don’t know the words, janelle!

sorry
janelle drinks some punch
janelle:
what’s in this punch?

cyrus, roger, royshanna, nicki:
what’s in this punch?

roger:
don’t drink the punch
cuz it’s probably spiked

dakota:
oh but i’m dancing now, aren’t i?

roger:
dakota it’s illegal

tye:
how ‘bout you?

grace:
no thanks i’m good without it

tye:
you’re so sweet

grace:
yes i know

tye:
gotta go

grace:
tye wait

roger:
it’s illegal!

(roger takes away dakota’s glass of punch; she tries to get it back.)

dakota:
roger _ i’m not the only one drinking!

roger
we should be setting an example

dakota:
ok, mr. 1600

roger:
1590 _ you know i missed a question

dakota:
if i have to hear about that f_cking question one more time i’m gonna shoot
myself!

samson:
is there a giddy energy in here or is that just the giggle juice bumping my gums?

jaynie:
i’ve never seen so much enthusiasm for a ring_a_ding_ding without a side of mickey finn

mo:
really? they all seem kind of high to me

janelle:
(screams) oh my god i’m so trashed, this is awesome!

royshanna(trying to temper janelle):
whoa whoa whoa whoa

(the music changes; royshanna and nicki sing to janelle.)

royshanna:
let’s take a minute and collect our thoughts
even though i know your mind is a little bit shot
you wanna burn yourself up and get a little bit cracked
that’s fine but think about the way you act
screaming like a fool, “i’m so messed up!”
yapping your mouth like a little pup
now you’re gonna get caught
gonna catch yourself in a spot

nicki:
i’ve been turning on since i was just thirteen
with a little bit of liquor and a lot of green
i appreciate the way that my mind turns round
gets a–mesmerized by the sights and sounds
of the world outside of my little head
it’s a little more crazy and a little less dead
but one thing i know is you gotta keep cool
cuz you never want to deal with a b_tton_up fool
when you’re buzzing and flipping
and singing like a bumble bee
so take it from me

both:
take it from me
you gotta be subtle
subtle
keep it on down
don’t advertise when you’re messing around
(x4)

royshanna(to janelle):
here, watch
hey cyrus!

cyrus:
royshanna, nicki _
how are you two?

royshanna:
subtle, thanks, and how are you?

cyrus:
what’s it black out?

nicki:
whatever you want it to

cyrus:
mind if i join you?

nicki:
don’t mind if you do
so long as we’re subtle

royshanna:
subtle

nicki:
subtle

cyrus & janelle:
subtle

nicki:
i wanna sparkle up, i don’t wanna be a drag
but i just don’t see why these kids have to brag
my intoxication is a little secret
it loses its romance if you go and leak it

royshanna:
and i’m so cool i’ve mastered the art
of saying my lines and playing my part
teacher ask a question i stand up straight
pop my collar and smile and concentrate
use my logic and flow answer problem numbers 1 thru 9

cyrus:
that’s fine, that’s fine

royshanna:
it’s not just fine it’s

both:
subtle
subtle
keep it on down
don’t advertise when you’re messing around
(x4)

janelle:
and if they ask: “are you sober?”

royshanna:
of course, sir!

nicki:
what a question

royshanna:
what a query!

nicki:
your suspicions, sir, leave me frightfully weary

royshanna:
of course we’re sober!

nicki:
what’d you see, mister?

royshanna:
what’d you eyeball, copper?

nicki:
what’d you spit over here, wet torpedo!?

janelle:
depends

royshanna:
depends on what?

janelle:
you got any more?

nicki:
just promise us one thing:

janelle:
yes, yes, yes _

all:
we gotta be subtle
subtle
keep it on down
don’t advertise when you’re messing around
(x2)

no one will notice we’re out of control
no one will know we’ve let loose
no one will notice we’re falling apart
and our necks are in the noose

faster and harder
and spiraling down
blacking out with kaleidoscope nights
smiling and nodding
and crashing our cars
blinded and fried by the lights

nicki:
subtle

royshanna:
subtle

nicki:
subtle

royshanna:
so we don’t get in trouble

(nicki dips.)

nicki:
whoops!

royshanna:
i don’t think anybody saw that

nicki:
pass it off as a move

royshanna:
pass it off as a shake

nicki:
pass it off as a lindy hop

royshanna:
what? that is just how i walk

nicki:
this is just how i hold myself

royshanna:
my own particular comportment

nicki:
play it off

royshanna:
nothing’s wrong

nicki:
everything’s cool

(royshanna missteps.)

royshanna:
whoops!

nicki:
there she goes!

royshanna:
and she’s up!

nicki:
and she’s up!

royshanna:
and she’s back!

nicki:
and she’s up!

royshanna:
and she’s cool

nicki:
and we’re cool

royshanna:
nothing to see

(royshanna & nicki bumper car into other couples.)

harper:
hey, watch it!

nicki:
think anyone saw that?

dakota:
that’s my foot!

royshanna:
cool as a cucumber

janelle:
there’s a person here

(dj hits the air h_rn.)
break

(nicki & royshanna have become too sloppy to keep up the pretense.)

(they stumble over each other still in the giddy movement of the 20s.)

mo:
are they ok?

cyrus:
they’re fine__

nicki:
subtle!

royshanna:
subtle!

nicki:
subtle

royshanna:
subtle

nicki:
subtle

royshanna:
subtle

(nicki & royshanna drunkenly laugh and giggle uncontrollably. the dj comes down with two giant bottles.)

dj:
if you please

roger:
what? no, wait, they’re fine

nicki:
we’re fine

royshanna:
fine!

grace:
they’re fine!

tye:
they’re just a little_

dj:
what?

tye:
drunk

dj:
then a little more shouldn’t hurt

(demonic music begins.)
(the dj pours the bottles into nicki and royshanna’s mouths. they drink as if possessed.)

grace:
wait what are you doing wait _

roger:
stop that _

dakota:
let them go!

roger:
what are you doing?

grace:
they’re not doing anything wrong _

tye:
we were just having a little fun. stop it _

dj:
and now they are having even more fun

(dj continues to pour the liquor into their mouths; they convulse.)

grace:
you’re k!lling them!

dj:
am i? seems to me that they’re doing this to themselves

(royshanna and nicki fall dead.)

samson:
they’re dead!

(contestants scream. mass panic.)

mo:
ah! ah! ah! we’re all gonna die! we’re all gonna die! we’re all gonna die!

cyrus:
get him!

(cyrus and several chorus members rush the stage to help the girls.)

(dj holds up his hand and they are slammed back against the wall with an invisible force.)

(the extras are k!lled.)

(others run for the door; it is locked.)

- dave malloy

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