S6.5 E3: Dynamic Duo

EDM, symphonic rock, dark trance, eurobeat, female vocalist, shouted, shout, scream, angry

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║        🌽 THE PROVISION LEDGER 🌽
║        ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 6.5
║          THE FALL OF ELLSBORG
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LEDGER ENTRY 3:
Dynamic Duo

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🌾 WITNESS:
The Golden Farmer

⚡ STORM INTERFERENCE:
Arthur of Owl’s Walk

🌽 PROVISION STATUS:
Contested.

Golden Farmer:
Not provision. Hunger given a road.

Arthur:
I gave the Clown work before he threw himself off my roof.

🌾 ACCOUNT:

I saw Harley find the Clown on the roof. I saw him name himself Tollkeeper and crown their crossing with laughter. The bridge asked what each one hungered for. Harley said justice, then corrected herself: vengeance. The Clown said useful, then gagged on the truth.

Arthur did not speak from the doorway. He did not command the crossing. He let two hungers find the same road and called that agency.

This is not provision. This is passage. I am the Golden Farmer of Golden Farm, and I would not call a weapon cared for because someone finally opened the door, but Owl’s Walk has never been Golden Farm.

— Golden Farmer

⚡⚡ 🌩️🌩️ ⚡⚡ 🌩️🌩️ ⚡⚡

Do not judge me.

Golden Farm has never been Owl’s Walk, and it never will be. My city does not preserve hunger in amber and call that mercy. I gave the Clown a road before threw himself to his doom. I gave Harley a choice before grief became rot.

Be mindful of your narration, Farmer.

Your field is not my city.
Your stillness is not my life.

—Arthur

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🌽 LEDGER MARK 🌽

A hunger may be given passage.
A road may still become a weapon.

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[intro: circus choirs, lead vocalist, piano ostinato]
The Clown spun his head 
and then he said,
(hmmmmm mmmm)
“Harley, you dumb goblin, my dear;
What dragged you up here?”
(hmmmmm mmmm)

[verse 1: build up, choir chants]
Harley spat rain from the side of her mouth,
mallet strapped tight as the storm leaned south.
“I need the Tollkeeper to bridge me through.
Ellsborg’s got a bill, and baby, it’s due.”

Harley cries
Ellsborg dies!
Tonight!

Holy towers,
pretty screams
blow that bitch
to smithereens.
(Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!)

Feedin’ those Giants
—not for long!
Boom-bag’s ready
—Sing along!

[pre-chorus]
The Clown stayed quiet; the bomb-bag clacked,
his grin crawled loose, and his laugh came back, hahahaaa HAHAHAHAAA

[Chorus: strong, manic lead vocalist, choirs] 
(choir)The Clown decreed

I am this town’s Clown,
hee-hee  
hahahahaha

I am the Tollkeeper.
I clock what you crave.
I know every bridge
the damned have to brave.

[verse 2]
Harley cut in, wet grin gone flat:
“Ellsborg feeds the Giants, baby, clock that.
Break that pipeline, crack that hive.
Starve those bitches, see what survives!”

Wait! What? You?
You’re coming along?…
I’m gonna regret
this fucking song…

This is for Happy Dragon!!!

[pre-chorus: gleeful —> ominous]
The Clown dances with glee—
“Yippee!!!”
He’s on a roll,
then reminds Harley:
“There’s still a toll…”

[chorus: strong, manic, lead vocalist, dark choirs]
(choir)The Clown decreed
 I am this town’s Clown,
hee-hee hee-hee  hahahahaha

I am the Tollkeeper.
I clock what you crave.
I know every bridge
the damned have to brave.

[bridge: dark magic]
Off the skyscraper’s edge, the bridge unrolled;
The Clown said:
“Tell it what you hunger for—that’s Ellsborg’s toll.”

“Justice,” Harley said—then spat, “No. Vengeance, bitch.”
She took one breath, then stepped onto the bridge.

The bridge turned next, demanding his toll.
The Clown said, “Useful,” then gagged on the word:
[spoken: annoyed, sarcastic]
“Ew. That was earnest… Hope nobody heard.”

Batman, Robin.
Clown and goblin.
To hell we go
hahahaaa HAHAHAHAAA

[Final extended chorus]
(choir)The Clown decreed 
I am this town’s Clown,
hee-hee hee-hee
 hahahahaha

I am the Tollkeeper. 
I clock what you crave.
I know every bridge
the damned have to brave.

I am the Tollkeeper
No capes, no rescue,
we’ll blow up the show.
Just two bad jokes
where the good guys won’t go…

[rest]

[outro: piano ostinato, layered laughter, lead vocalist with gang vocals and choirs with maniacal evil laughter]

Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!
(Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!)
Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!
(Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!)

Batman, Robin.
Clown and goblin.
To hell we GO!!!

[evil laughter]
haahahahahaahaaaaa HAHAHAHAHAAAAA

(Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!)
Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!
(Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!)
Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!

[Outro II: sung, piano ostinato]
Behind them, hidden where rain ran hard,
A coat of stars watched them leave the yard.

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╔════════════════════════════════════╗ ║ 🌽 THE PROVISION LEDGER 🌽 ║ ARTHUR-VERSE · SEASON 6.5 ║ THE FALL OF ELLSBORG ╚════════════════════════════════════╝ LEDGER ENTRY 3: Dynamic Duo ──────────────────────── 🌾 WITNESS: The Golden Farmer ⚡ STORM INTERFERENCE: Arthur of Owl’s Walk 🌽 PROVISION STATUS: Contested. Golden Farmer: Not provision. Hunger given a road. Arthur: I gave the Clown work before he threw himself off my roof. 🌾 ACCOUNT: I saw Harley find the Clown on the roof. I saw him name himself Tollkeeper and crown their crossing with laughter. The bridge asked what each one hungered for. Harley said justice, then corrected herself: vengeance. The Clown said useful, then gagged on the truth. Arthur did not speak from the doorway. He did not command the crossing. He let two hungers find the same road and called that agency. This is not provision. This is passage. I am the Golden Farmer of Golden Farm, and I would not call a weapon cared for because someone finally opened the door, but Owl’s Walk has never been Golden Farm. — Golden Farmer ⚡⚡ 🌩️🌩️ ⚡⚡ 🌩️🌩️ ⚡⚡ Do not judge me. Golden Farm has never been Owl’s Walk, and it never will be. My city does not preserve hunger in amber and call that mercy. I gave the Clown a road before threw himself to his doom. I gave Harley a choice before grief became rot. Be mindful of your narration, Farmer. Your field is not my city. Your stillness is not my life. —Arthur ──────────────────────── 🌽 LEDGER MARK 🌽 A hunger may be given passage. A road may still become a weapon. ============================================ [intro: circus choirs, lead vocalist, piano ostinato] The Clown spun his head and then he said, (hmmmmm mmmm) “Harley, you dumb goblin, my dear; What dragged you up here?” (hmmmmm mmmm) [verse 1: build up, choir chants] Harley spat rain from the side of her mouth, mallet strapped tight as the storm leaned south. “I need the Tollkeeper to bridge me through. Ellsborg’s got a bill, and baby, it’s due.” Harley cries Ellsborg dies! Tonight! Holy towers, pretty screams blow that bitch to smithereens. (Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!) Feedin’ those Giants —not for long! Boom-bag’s ready —Sing along! [pre-chorus] The Clown stayed quiet; the bomb-bag clacked, his grin crawled loose, and his laugh came back, hahahaaa HAHAHAHAAA [Chorus: strong, manic lead vocalist, choirs]  (choir)The Clown decreed I am this town’s Clown, hee-hee   hahahahaha  I am the Tollkeeper. I clock what you crave. I know every bridge the damned have to brave. [verse 2] Harley cut in, wet grin gone flat: “Ellsborg feeds the Giants, baby, clock that. Break that pipeline, crack that hive. Starve those bitches, see what survives!” Wait! What? You? You’re coming along?… I’m gonna regret this fucking song… This is for Happy Dragon!!! [pre-chorus: gleeful —> ominous] The Clown dances with glee— “Yippee!!!” He’s on a roll, then reminds Harley: “There’s still a toll…” [chorus: strong, manic, lead vocalist, dark choirs] (choir)The Clown decreed  I am this town’s Clown, hee-hee hee-hee  hahahahaha I am the Tollkeeper. I clock what you crave. I know every bridge the damned have to brave. [bridge: dark magic] Off the skyscraper’s edge, the bridge unrolled; The Clown said: “Tell it what you hunger for—that’s Ellsborg’s toll.” “Justice,” Harley said—then spat, “No. Vengeance, bitch.” She took one breath, then stepped onto the bridge. The bridge turned next, demanding his toll. The Clown said, “Useful,” then gagged on the word: [spoken: annoyed, sarcastic] “Ew. That was earnest… Hope nobody heard.” Batman, Robin. Clown and goblin. To hell we go hahahaaa HAHAHAHAAA [Final extended chorus] (choir)The Clown decreed  I am this town’s Clown, hee-hee hee-hee  hahahahaha I am the Tollkeeper. I clock what you crave. I know every bridge the damned have to brave. I am the Tollkeeper No capes, no rescue, we’ll blow up the show. Just two bad jokes where the good guys won’t go… [rest] [outro: piano ostinato, layered laughter, lead vocalist with gang vocals and choirs with maniacal evil laughter] Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee! (Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!) Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee! (Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!) Batman, Robin. Clown and goblin. To hell we GO!!! [evil laughter] haahahahahaahaaaaa HAHAHAHAHAAAAA (Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!) Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee! (Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee!) Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! ha-ha! Tee-hee! Tee-hee! [Outro II: sung, piano ostinato] Behind them, hidden where rain ran hard, A coat of stars watched them leave the yard.

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