< in music studio >

In the studio, all is perfect

There is a torn Jim Morrison poster on the wall

The drummer is ranting and raving about some unimportant business

The bassist is chilling in front of Mickey Mouse on the tv

with a coca-cola

The keyboardist, is studying chess opening moves

And the lead singer, and guitarist, the storyteller

Is looking at the whole scene ‘’thinking this is going to be a disaster’’

‘’Stair Upstairs’’ is re-united with new crew

At the previous show at the church, attendance, only a few

Now, the storyteller is comically thinking about The Who song where they sing ‘’In the studio, to make our latest number one, …remember when this use to be fun’’

Stair Upstairs will resurrect, the time is perfect

Isak, leans down

Wipes off the drugs lying on the table

And picks up a notebook

Ala Bob Dylan he is wearing dark shades as standing begins to scribble song lyrics

This one is for you… and only you… he thinks – not the lyrics, he just thinks that

The drummer is talking to a friend, saying they should get a manager

Isak sighs, and writes

‘’drummer boy

thinks our band is a toy

how to annoy

a manager

say we do music for music

…hell this is going nowhere scratch all that

…he thinks I got the song title ‘’In the Kingdom Come’’

Isak, though lead guitar, and lead vocalist, is amateur songwriter

‘’Any poem can be a song, and any song can be a poem’’ he remembers

…... And what was it… ‘’The old blues songs had no chorus’’

Two ideas that inspire some confidence

Looks at the notebook  ‘’In the Kingdom Come’’

He writes

‘’Soldiers, we have seen a few, the world, has seen a few

What does that matter, if I’m not next to you

A kingdom blue, A kingdom black, A kingdom not out of wack

In the Kingdom Come any dream on earth will become

In the Kingdom Come

Heros, aren’t in financial offices, the streets, is the birthplace and causes

You arrived when I was counting my love and confrontation losses

A palace majestic, a palace fantastic, a palace in this kingdom non-plastic

In the Kingdom Come any dream on earth will become

In the Kingdom Come

Revolutionists, a handful in every state, discard the pacifists, let us scribe our fate

My thoughts wander to the special lady, you in every way I must satiate

Castles and villages made of stone, king sits on his throne, but surely not alone

In the Kingdom Come any dream on earth will become

In the Kingdom Come

In the Kingdom Come any dream on earth will become

In the Kingdom Come

In the Kingdom Come

In the Kingdom Come

In the Kingdom Come any dream on earth will become

In the Kingdom Come

In the Kingdom Come

In the Kingdom Come

‘’There he wipes his nose, and mouth, if that doesn’t do it for the record company, they can fuck off!’’ he thinks.

‘’Nah it’s alright, I can probably learn format better. …..’’

He looks around at his band-mates, or for his band-mates

Things in check, we are good

‘’I got the song written  ‘’In the Kingdom Come’’  … come on you lazy fucks, let’s see if we can ... get the record label mouth muscles undone’’.

The four members gather.

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