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XTC - No thugs in our house
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Cast of characters
GRAHAM, a teenager
MOTHER, a busy housewife
FATHER, a conservative husband
POLICEMAN, a young constable
SCENE: A kitchen in suburbia, one bright Saturday morning
ACT ONE
Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
line. Her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying
their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. Their
wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. A boy in blue is busy
banging out a headache on the kitchen door. All the while Graham
slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted
to.
Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
ACT TWO
Narrator: The young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will
open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians who
have been so badly kicked.
Policeman: Is this your son's wallet I've got here? He must have
dropped it after too much beer!
Mother: Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one
you've picked.
Narrator: And all the while Graham slept on, dreaming of a world
where he could do just what he wanted to.
Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Narrator: They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer.
Policeman: They never read that tattoo on his arm.
Narrator: They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore.
Policeman: They never thought he'd do folks any harm.
ACT THREE
Narrator: The insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
line. She's singing something stale and simple now this business has
fizzled out. Her little tune is such a happy song. Her son is
innocent, he can't do wrong, 'cos Dad's a judge and knows exactly what
the job of judging's all about. And all the while Graham slept on,
dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
Mother and Father (in unison): No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham promise us he'd be a good
boy. No thugs in our house, are there dear? We made that clear, we
made little Graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Mother: No thugs in our house!
Father: No thugs in our house!
Complete cast (in unison): No thugs in our house, dear!
Set Design by Andy Partridge with co-ordination by Ken Ansell.
Stage and Scenery by Art Dragon
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Fragment na dzis:
Sandra : Change you're mind
Change your mind
We getting closer
Change your mind
We can closer
Change your mind
We can closer
These eyes that shine
Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wann-
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a be
You think you know me
But you're wrong
To late for questions
When I'm gone
So if you're hear me I'll explain
I need your confort
Not you're blame
Change you're mind
We can get closer
These eyes that shin-
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e
Are telling the story
I change your mind
All I need is time
Till' I show you
Where I wanna be
How can you ever be so sure
I will adjust if any law
All I'm defending is my world
Do you believe in all you heard?
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