*The Great Green — Year 2250* [INTRO — 12 SECONDS: CORRUPTED JUKEBOX BOOTS UP. BANJO SAMPLE FRACTURES INTO DIGITAL STATIC. DISTANT ENGINES ROAR. NEON HUMS.] [JENNA — FEMALE SPOKEN INTRO, CINEMATIC RADIO ANNOUNCER. DISTINCT VOICE.] Ladies and gentlemen, survivors and sinners… Welcome to the Last Honky-Tonk. The world ended a long time ago. The bar never closed. Tonight, one stranger is about to change everything. [HYDRAULIC DOOR OPENS. GLITCHING BANJO BECOMES THE MAIN ELECTRONIC GROOVE.] [VERSE 1 — LEAD COUNTRY VOCAL, LOW AND GRITTY; MACHINE-TIGHT GROOVE, SYNTHETIC BASS, TWANGING ELECTRIC GUITAR] Welcome, love, to the end of the line, The world's gone rotten, but the bar's still fine. Reactor's coughing, the tap runs rust, Pull up a seat if your lungs still trust. Got a chrome-plated cowboy asleep by the door, Got a drone doing circles on the radioactive floor. The whiskey's synthetic, the ice ain't real, And the jukebox only plays what the dead machines feel. Old world's buried under twenty feet of sand, Last honest outlaw with a pistol for a hand. I pour another glass, let the red lights glow, There's nowhere left to run, nowhere left to go. [PRE-CHORUS — VOCAL CHOPS, RISING SYNTHS, ENGINE REV BUILD] Then the door goes wide. Cold wind. Blue light. One stranger standing In the middle of the night. [VERSE 2 — BEAT CUTS BACK; HYDRAULIC DOOR SLAMS] Mud on his boots, black blood on his sleeve, A cracked glass vial with a green leaf inside. He lays down a map on the bar's steel top, And every single machine in the room stops. He says, "Past the dead zone, beyond the old wall, There's water running clean where the green things grow tall. Birds in the branches. Blue skies overhead. A place that ain't poisoned. A place not dead." [PRE-CHORUS — VOCAL TENSION BUILDS; GLITCHING RADIO STATIC IN THE BACKGROUND] That little green leaf shouldn't be alive. Tell me, stranger… how'd your garden survive? [CHORUS — EXPLOSIVE INDUSTRIAL EDM DROP; DISTORTED 808, CHOPPED BANJO, ROBOTIC VOCAL CHOPS] RIDE! RIDE! TO THE GREAT GREEN! Last clean water that the world's ever seen! Chrome on the highway, fire in the sky, Race for the garden 'fore the last roots die! RIDE! RIDE! LET THE ENGINES SING! One last shot at a living spring! If there's still a heartbeat underneath this machine, We're riding tonight for the Great Green! [POST-CHORUS — SYNTHETIC VOCAL CHOPS] Great Green! Great Green! Is it real? Is it real? Great Green! Great Green! Can a machine still feel? [VERSE 3 — FAST, STOMPING MACHINE RHYTHM; ENGINES AND INDUSTRIAL PERCUSSION] Now the whole damn bar's awake and mean, Road-war rigs with their armor welded green. Saw-blade bumpers, nitro in the tanks, Scrap-built monsters with no one left to thank. The chrome saints roll and the war dogs grin, A thousand hungry headlights burning thin. [RADIO TRANSMISSION — THE FABULOUS Jenna Alexander; DISTINCTIVE SYNTHETIC FEMALE RADIO VOICE, HEAVILY FILTERED, GLITCHING THROUGH STATIC. SPOKEN, NOT SUNG.] "Good evening, wasteland. The Fabulous Jenna Alexander here, broadcasting through the static. Keep those engines running, darlings. The world's still ending… and the night is young." [RADIO SIGNAL BREAKS UP. A DIGITAL LAUGH FLICKERS THROUGH THE STATIC. BEAT SLAMS BACK IN.] [PRE-CHORUS — ACCELERATING SYNTHS, GLITCHING VOCALS] The stranger says, "Listen. There's one thing you should know: If you lead them to the garden, they'll strip it bare for gold. I didn't come to sell it. I came to find One soul who'd leave the green world alive." [CHORUS — FULL ELECTRONIC ARMAGEDDON] RIDE! RIDE! TO THE GREAT GREEN! Last clean water that the world's ever seen! Chrome on the highway, fire in the sky, Race for the garden 'fore the last roots die! RIDE! RIDE! LET THE ENGINES SING! One last shot at a living spring! If there's still a heartbeat underneath this machine, We're riding tonight for the Great Green! [BRIDGE — EVERYTHING CUTS OUT. WIND, ONE ORGANIC GUITAR NOTE. LEAD VOCAL CLOSE AND QUIET.] I've served a million souls their last synthetic drink, Watched the stars go dark above a kitchen sink. I was built to pour the poison, keep the lights alive… But what is all this living if nothing green survives? [PAUSE — A FAINT BIRD CALL. MUSIC HOLDS ITS BREATH.] I don't have a garden. I don't have a sky. But I know what a promise is. And I know when people lie. [FINAL BUILD — STARTER MOTORS, RADIO STATIC, KICK DRUM LIKE A MACHINE HEART] So fuel the old engines. Let the neon burn. If we find that paradise… It's not ours to take in return. [FINAL CHORUS — MAXIMUM ROBOTIC VOCAL CHOPS, LAYERED HARMONIES, MASSIVE BASS DROP] RIDE! RIDE! TO THE GREAT GREEN! Last clean water that the world's ever seen! Chrome on the highway, fire in the sky, Race for the garden — but don't let it die! RIDE! RIDE! LET THE ENGINES SING! No kings, no cages, no price on the spring! If there's still a heartbeat underneath this machine, We'll guard the last garden — the Great Green!
