Brass Knuckles (Demo) | Gideon Versus the Gods of Cool
7A demo of "Brass Knuckles" from Stephen Gashler's GIDEON VERSUS THE GODS OF COOL in the style of Blondie's "Call Me". Lyrics:
KYLE
You survived a day of practice,
But that doesn't make you one of us.
DOUG
NOT YET.
Full initiation comes
Where calls of duty summon us.
KYLE
LET'S MAKE A BET.
You think he might be ready
To prove his manly might?
DOUG
Maybe if he shows up
To our escapade tonight.
I think he's got the courage.
KYLE
I say he wouldn't dare.
GIDEON
Whatever it is, just tell me where.
I swear I will be there.
(aside)
Gideon, you moron,
You should have told them no.
It sounds like it's illegal.
You'll end six feet below.
KYLE, DOUG
Put on your brass knuckles.
Tear your muscles.
Pound your foes
To dust.
Destroy and disassemble.
Make them tremble.
Cause it all to bust.
GIDEON
I can't believe you actually
Showed up to the park at night,
READY TO FIGHT.
Are you trying to prove you're tough?
Are you sure your head is screwed on right?
TAKE YOUR FLIGHT.
What do you think you're gonna gain
From something so completely,
Positively insane?
Enter Westward jocks.
KYLE
I lost the bet. I never thought you'd show your face.
DOUG
The Westward guys are coming.
Forward, keep you pace.
GIDEON
Why do we need to fight?
KYLE
What kind of question is that?
DOUG
Be true to your school.
Get ready for combat!
There's a face-off between the Eastward and Westward jocks.
JOCKS
Huh ...
GIDEON
WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?
They fight.
JOCKS
Put on your brass knuckles.
Tear your muscles.
Pound your foes
To dust.
Destroy and dissamble.
Make them tremble.
Cause it all to bust.
GIDEON, after some close encounters, deserts.
Aside, enter DWIGHT and WANDA.
WANDA
I'm so glad you're still alive.
GIDEON
How long have you been spying on me?
DWIGHT
ALL NIGHT.
WANDA
We were concerned about your choice of friends
And thought we'd better oversee ...
DWIGHT
THE FIGHT. VERY ENTERTAINING, BY THE WAY.
The Westward jocks retreat.
DOUG
(aside)
Victory is ours.
KYLE
As the weirdo disappears.
DOUG
Perhaps it's for the best,
'Cause we don't have extra beers.
KYLE
Let's go tell our master,
The mighty Sportacus.
He surely will reward us
For the triumph of the fist.
DWIGHT
The jocks are gonna visit
Some esoteric Greek.
WANDA
I say we run for cover.
GIDEON
I say we have a peak.
1.6 - BONFIRE
GIDEON, DWIGHT, and WANDA have spy on the jocks.
JOCKS
Break down the door,
Big dawg, big dawg.
Break down the door,
Big dawg.
Break down the door,
Big dawg, big dawg.
Break down the door,
Big dawg.
Break down the door,
Big dawg, big dawg.
Break down the door,
Big dawg.
Have another shot
Then tumble to the floor.
Scramble to your feet.
You're gonna take more.
Break down the door,
Big dawg, big dawg.
Break down the door,
Big dawg.
Enter SPORTACUS (a god).
DOUG
ALMIGHTY SPORTACUS, WE HAVE DEFEATED OUR ENEMIES, AND WE DEDICATE OUR VICTORY UNTO THEE.
SPORTACUS
A fearsome fight, a noble night,
My faithful warrior band.
Rise over all.
The weak must fall
When I give my command.
Tomorrow we shall rally forces,
Strengthening our pow'r.
Any who would dare defy,
Demolish and devour.
I'd tell you why,
But, lo, I spy
An infidel or three!
STEALING GLANCES OF A SCENE,
THEY WERE NOT MEANT TO SEE.
JOCKS
Put on your brass knuckles.
Tear your muscles.
Pound your foes
To dust.
Destroy and dissemble.
Make them tremble.
Cause it all to bust.
Put on your brass knuckles.
Tear your muscles.
Pound your foes
To dust.
Destroy and dissemble.
Make them tremble.
Cause it all to bust.