For Noodle: To feel like you were there yourself,
Was battered, beaten, and negotiating with the moon for a bouquet of manifestation
The transmission was picked up by some Scooby Doo outfit without enough talking heads to kick around.
And I would have gotten away with it too, but I was some skinny little ape with a trigger in my backbone.
Out of the potato sack with a little blue badge in seventeen, I could feel the air was like the gravity taken away. 'Now I must be floating in space,' I think, coming out in a crowd of 23 people. But like a tremendous sea, I happened to be the second tallest member, with a Love made for the film, separated by gemstones and a laptop.
And I gave it back to 2D, can you imagine?
I said "I've held onto this since I was a child" because I'm a knobhead.
Without gravity, the world moved in slow motion, and I dug my way out of the hole I got in-
"I know," Murdoc says In a typical muppet fashion. "You signed the contract already when we met." The static in my head flickered and I choked on the humility. Murdoc had this cunning way of looking through me. "Look, before you feel like you were there yourself, look around! Climb in the front seat! Jamie forbid you from looking in the rearview, or wot?"
Bungling my way through the back seats while kids placed backpacks neatly beside them, I ofttimes stared out the window. This time, I climbed to the front and looked through the pale green, and saw a sea of maple leaves on the Moon.
"Murdoc," I cry incredulously. Is this his doing or am I really still playing at the concert in Edinburgh? The more I stared out over the dashboard, the more I noticed the static. It pulled me like a voice and I suddenly realized how fast the car was driving around. Murdoc switched seats with me suddenly, so I was forced to drive. "WHY-"
"You said it yourself, Love-"
"Don't ca-OW!" My hands slip on the wheel as it moves from the right to the left side of the monstrous truck, and I skid the vehicle like a dime, clockwise and much to Murdoc's delight. We swerve and spin until we're pale and blue in the face. Meanwhile, I'm spiraling, wondering how or why Jamie abandoned me with this crazy outfit. 'This is madness!'
"This isn't madness!" Murdoc denies as I look for my oxygen mask; unlike my counterpart, he has no such concern for my wellbeing.
I demanded answers before it was too late, "Why, Murdoc?!" The car spins in a different direction, and I feel rocked and stoned by the onslaught. "Why don't you just talk to me? Like a real person?"
"Said the lamb to the lion." His voice feels omnipotent and spirals me further. "I own your name now, Love! You gave it to me when you joined this band!"
"I don't care about the band!" I declare, feeling static in my brain and the car turns a different way. The boundary diffusion war continues: "Its an image! I mean right now! Just help me get-"
"This is your outfit, now, Love!" Murdoc's words are like chanting as he embraces an armful of maple leaves and scatters them gently over the side of the car. "Stop it if you'd like, but it keeps spinning 'round!" As if on cue, the animated vehicle spikes in a different direction, and I feel my eyes change color. It's not a pleasant experience for me, but Murdoc is in bliss.
"I never-"
"Don't go absolutism on me now, StoneHenge-"
"Said the gaffer to the queen-"
"You're the only one who could sign the bloody contract, after years of debate!" The car launches over mountainous piles of leaves, and crashes through a graffiti wall, spilling doughnuts everywhere. The panic in me rises, I feel like a black and white whale waiting for Murdoc's permission to use his space suit. I watch him fit it on a crow and my shoulders and eyes give. "Wot's wrong?"
"You made a promise and you backed out!" I egg, like a river Stix in a cupboard. "We were going to do this together! I was going to meet you on the other side…of a sewer pipe or something!"
'More like a landfill,' I hear him smirk, whipping the horse.
'See, this is what I mean; how can we talk without opening our mouths? I'm trying to be the best image I can be for you…' A bell tolls and the car turns to a horse. Murdoc holds the reigns behind me and I'm trapped in the space between his arms. He still breathes easily, like a kid with his teeth punched out, and I'm amazed he hasn't helped me put on my oxygen mask yet. I shut my eyes as the horse leaps over a maroon and orange radio and we're suspended in the Moon's gravity, testing patience.
"Every time I try to understand why you bring me here, I'm left feeling this way:
'I secretly wished you listened to me,
I hear you out, and I listen,
I've got no camera to see,
But I still wished you were in the field with me.'
The horse falls under a guillotine, but before the glass blade lands over our bicycle's neck, it shatters into doves. The only way to end it with Murdoc was by crashing into a telephone pole, launching him from the seat.
'The communication is officially out,' I think, calmly, and check to see the wreckage. He is still in the seat beside me. I startle when I see a mountainous…