I don't own Gorillaz. And, yes, I did name this song after Utada Hikaru's song, Kremlin Dusk, because that's what this chapter was conceived to. That's also what Noodle is singing. :)
Chapter 7: Kremlin Dusk.
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"Gege masaka!" Noodle shouted. Well, tried to shout. The guitarist crouched next to the warped peice of metal she was stuck to; her parachute, which has failed to go off properly on the El Manana video, was caught, and she was trying to get it un-stuck. The key word is trying. "Kuso..." she sighed, exasperated. Looking up, she sighed once more at the stars, wondering what time is was. A cold wind blew, ruffling her hair and sending chills down her body, which was badly exposed from her ripped and ragged clothes.
"Damn." she whispered, curling her knees to her chest. The sobs she had been holding in threatened to escape, but, somehow, she held them in. "Daijoubu, Nudoru." she sighed, wiping her emerald eyes. Noodle set her jaw, crossed her legs, and centred her spirit, palms up to the sky.
"All along, I was searching for my Lenore.
In the words of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.
Now I'm sober and "Nevermore".
Will the Raven come to bother me at home?"
She sang the words that filled her heart. At the moment, anyway. Her voice echoed through the canyons, like a ghost searching for something, but never being able to find it.
"Calling you, calling you home.
You... calling you, calling you home.
By the door you said you had to go.
Couldn't help me anymore.
This I saw coming, long before,
So I kept on staring out the window.
Calling you, calling you home
You... calling you, calling you home."
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2D stopped dead in his tracks, his head tilted. "Was that....?" he whispered in wonder, his head whipping around. It looked like his little routine when they did the Feel Good Inc video. Murdoc turned, totally livid. He had been annoyed for the past hour by Russel's steps, complaining that he was too loud, and, in all honesty, the bassist was creeped out by the dark. He stomped to the singer, about to slap him, when 2D grabbed his arm, slapping a hand over his mouth. He pointed to his eyes, then gestured around, obviously telling him to shut up and listen.
"I am a natural entertainer, aren't we all?
Holding pieces of dying ember.
I'm just trying to remember who I can call.
Who can I call?
Home... calling you, calling you"
Murdoc's eyes widened, slowly lowering his hand. Russel stopped, looking around. The voice that was singing had mingled with the wind, and the noises met, making a sweet, sad melody. It was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
"I run a secret propaganda.
Aren't we all hiding pieces of broken anger?
I'm just trying to remember who I can call.
Can I call?"
The remaning Gorillaz ran towards the voice, hope flowering in their hearts. They ran with urgency clear in their eyes and faces, and the voice grew louder.
"Born in a war of opposite attraction,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception?
Torn by the arms in opposite direction.
It isn't or is it a Modernist reaction?"
"Born in a war of opposite attraction,
It isn't, or is it a natural conception?
Torn by the arms in opposite direction.
It isn't or is it a Modernist reaction?"
"Is it like this?
Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this...?"
"Do you like this?
Is it always the same?
Will you come back again?
Do you like this?"
The canyon walls grew wider, and the sky shone down on them, and the stars twinkled, as if feeding off their tension. Was it really her? Was it really their princess?
"Is it always the same?
Will come back again?
Do you like this...?
Do you like this...?"
"Is it like this?
Is it always the same?
If you change your phone number, will you tell me?"
"Is it like this?
Is it always the same?
When a heartache begins, is it like this?"
"If you like this ,
Will you remember my name?
Will you play it again, if you like thisssss...?"
As the voice fluttered into silence, they stopped. The ruins of a familiar windmill lay around, and in the very centre, a very beat up Noodle sat, crossed legged. Her hair was ragged and long, stopping halfway down her back. Her bangs were singed, coming slightly past her nose. Soot and rubble stuck to her skin, making her look like a black smudge, and blood caked her legs and arms, which were showing through the rags that were her clothes. She was both a satisfying and despressing sight. Time seemed to stop. "Noodle..." they whispered in unison. Noodle stirred, and gasped. Her head tilted upwards, and a smile appeared on her lips.
"Kirei desu..." she whispered. Then, the young Japanese guitarist fell backwards, and once again blacked out.
Translations:
Gege- Oh my God
Masaka- It's impossible
Kuso- Shit
Daijoubu- It's all right
Nudoru- Noodle, but with a Japanese accent. :D
Kirei desu- It's beautiful
Anyway, I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. More to come soon!