H.W.
I. Memoirs of a Zombie Apocalypse: REDUX
Scene Index
9) The End of the World or: A Relic From our Ghosts
Written, performed, produced, and recorded by: Andrew Abraido
Originally written May - July 2008
REDUX recorded January - March 2011
The lyrics to Andrew's second solo recording, the aural film Memoirs of a Zombie Apocalypse, features lyrics essential to the story arc of the record that are simultaneously extremely personal to its scribe. This original incarnation of this album was conceived as a gift to a certain someone who was fascinated by zombies, but ended up turning into one herself at the time. To an extent, the story that unfolds as the album progresses mirrored the tribulations that Andrew and his "significant other" were experiencing in real life while he was writing the record. The pair ultimately shared the same fate as H.W. and his muse. Andrew still hopes to one day adapt this record to a screenplay for a film, but don't hold your breath. In the interim, he has settled for the creation of a trilogy of aural films based around the character of H.W.
Forecast
NEWSMAN: We interrupt this originally scheduled program to bring you a special bulletin. There have been numerous reports from all corners of the world that something very strange is occurring. It is being reported that a slew of mass homicides are streaking across our world's nations at a blistering pace. The culprits? Well ladies and gentlemen, it appears as though the perpetrators are our beloved dead and buried, who are in fact rising from their places of rest and wreaking havoc throughout the globe. We have no information as to why this phenomenon of mass homicide seems to be occurring, but it appears as though these creatures are cannibalistic in nature, feasting on the flesh of the living, and turning us into them. There are various reports streaming in from civil defense authorities telling us that the only way to thwart these ravenous creatures is to remove their heads from their bodies. We have nothing further to report to you at this time except to stay in your homes and board up all of your windows and doors. Stay tuned for more information on this developing calamity.
Dis/believer
H.W.: We wake up and now
Everything's the same
MUSE: Did you hear a noise?
H.W.: Probably just a dream
MUSE: Swear I heard it loud
Warning to our ears
H.W.: Well my dear don't buy everything you hear
Then she gets up and takes a look around
Peering out the window and searching for a sound
And then when I ask her why she has to be right
She will turn around and stare
That will birth a fight
H.W.: Calm down my dear
And shut your ears
You can't be right
All of the time
And she says...
MUSE: How do you know, you're not here
Peek my eyes and then you'll fear
All these corpses walking tall
Glance, then admit you were wrong
So to appease her bitching I look out into the night and see nothing and...wait...I see...THE DEAD WALKING AMONG US!!! They feed on the flesh of the living, and the living become the dead, and the undead, and I see them eating more and more and more and more and...
H.W.: Woah, now what do we do?
MUSE: Grab the twelve and clean the room
H.W.: Then my dear where will you weep?
MUSE: I'm going the fuck back to sleep
And how was I to know that this was the one time she would be absolutely right about everything she ever felt , ever did, ever heard and everything...I mean...I just never thought I'd live to see the apocalypse itself. I don't know what else to say except: she made a believer out of me.
Between the Eyes
I clutch my shotgun tight
While my muse rests her eyes
We've run right out of faith again
It won't be long 'til they come in
I'll try and aim between the eyes
We'd lose our lives before our minds
I can hear them
Can you feel them
Shuffling across the floor
Not a clue what's
Waiting for them
Human flesh just through the door
I am not alone in war
It's me against a hundred strong
They are slow and they are dumb
But they look quite hungry
And now I am ready to decorate these walls in blood
(*BANG*)
That's one
(*BANG*)
That's two
(*BANG*)
That's three
(*BANG*)
That's four
(*BANG*)
That's five
(*BANG*)
That's six
(*BANG*)
That's seven
Wait...retreat
I quickly load the shells
My muse is sleeping well
I know she'll read my mind tonight
But we can't fold until we fight
I'll try to blow between the eyes
Still lose our lives before our minds
I can hear them
Can you feel them
Shuffling across the floor
Not a clue what's
Waiting for them
Human flesh just through the door
I am not alone in war
It's me against a hundred strong
They are slow and they are dumb
But they look quite hungry
And now I am ready to decorate these walls in blood
(*BANG*)
That's eight
(*BANG*)
That's nine
(*BANG*)
That's ten
(*BANG*)
That's eleven
(*BANG*)
That's twelve
(*BANG*)
That's thirteen
(*BANG*)
Shit, I ran out
Wake up
We're gone.
Mindless Home Invasion
Wait
Aside
For what
If I'm still tracing you down
Around
The sound
Of your heart beating in space
Erase
This pace
And all that shatters like glass
On teeth
React
Or I won't succumb to this
The legion of undead arrive
Impartial to fate and to time
As slick as a twist of the knife
We scale out to infinite night
We've run out of places...
Wait
A sigh
Relief
I am done tracing you down
No sound
Around
All is now dead in its place
Embrace
This face
Pasty and scabbed to the bone
This flesh
Unknown
But to the undead the same
The legion of undead arrive
Impartial to fate and to time
As slick as a twist of the knife
We scale out to infinite night
We've run out of places...
We've run out of places to hide.
Alle(gory)
Rearview, let 'em disappear
Now you'll whisper in my ear
"I was right all along, right all along, right all along"
Watch me as I concede
I will believe what I've seen
How could things go so wrong
Things go so wrong
Things go so wrong
We need a place to run
I already said we'd try the mall
But they already got inside
Now I can see faces and their
Stomachs' growling
Eyes are hungry
Now they can't turn away
And neither can we
So abhorred by
All these changes
Taking place inside
The dead
We need a place to run
I already said we'd try the mall
But they already got inside
Breath is rapid
Heart is pounding
Still they can't turn away
And neither can we
If only I had turned around I'd still have a chance
But now I'm out cold.
Dead Men Tell Tall Tales
Kill the lights
Warn the wicked one's
Out of sight
To refuel their lungs
Here I sweep
Taking breaths away
Fall asleep
Then you'll fly with me
All are tall and all are told
Now someone run and stop this beating drum
Dead men they have a lot to say
Full of shit and debts left to pay
With this noose they'll burn your neck someday
Fooling over everyone to...
Everything
Has a price they say
Suffering
Soul is bled to grey
Still I sweep
Here we slip away
Fall asleep
Then you'll die with me
All are told and all are old
Now someone run and stop this beating drum
Toothless mouths will always have their say
Dead men will shuffle in their graves
And while the undead make their way back home
Dead men will never be alone.
A Man and His Muse
Sometimes there's a void I find
Just before I use my mind
I hope I'll get better soon
All I want is to be beside you
While these creatures hunt us down
You and I must shuffle now
Closer to the end than start
And I know it breaks your heart
I know now's not the time
Hot on our trail, they'll be coming
Just look in my eyes
Without you I'd pine forever
Throw your hand in mine
We could save this world together
And if they take my mind
Remember that you made me unafraid
I will not be here too long
I would never cause you harm
Though my eyes are not yet black
Make it so I don't come back
Bleed me fast or bleed me slow
I won't tell you where to go
Don't kiss me you'll get it too
Just please know I could have loved you
I know now's not the time
Hot on our trail, they'll be coming
Just look in my eyes
Without you I'd pine forever
Throw your hand in mine
We could save this world together
And if they take my mind
Remember that you made me unafraid.
Doomsday
So I bet you've heard this number a couple of times before
Listen closely things are changing that you can't ignore
Always knew you'd never kill me, your lust was too strong
So we'll fight this undead army 'til the brink of dawn
Come on baby pump that shotgun fill them up with lead
Blood and paste fall down like rain from these exploding heads
Hurry now we're changing slowly from the choice we made
We will never lose our minds that's why god made grenades
Pull the pin out clutch it firmly, vision starts to fade
Come on baby won't you fuck me in this grave we've made
Nothing left to fear here on this reckless day of doom
Mindless lot we will not join now just enjoy the boom.
The End of the World or: A Relic From our Ghosts
So this is the end of the world
The sky is red and
The dead are roaming the earth
We stare down from the starts
We're invisible now while we wait
We have to find a way back
We forgot to leave our mark
Let's swoop down and carve a tree
If only we could breathe some life into this place
Please, please tell to me
Future that you see
You know you're never wrong
Who, who will we be
People who believe
What we are waiting for
And where, where will we go
One thing I know
Our ghosts will haunt this place
So this is the end of the world
And all we have to show
Are these eight that came before
Let's fly down and dig a hole
We'll throw this in and
That can be the mark we made
After let's stay on the ground
And live until we die again
Pretending we could breathe some life into this place
Please, please tell to me
Future that you see
You know you're never wrong
Who, who will we be
People who believe
What we are waiting for
And where, where will we go
One thing I know
Our ghosts will haunt this place
And all who walk dead.
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