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pulp musicals - newton's second law lyrics

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narrator:
margaret rises to her feet
and points upriver
a ship approaches

samuel:
who’s that?

margaret:
i can’t tell
narrator:
looking down the coast
anna squints her eyes
a ship approaches

anna:
there are a lot of people on that boat

narrator:
coming into focus
slicing upriver
a ship approaches

samuel:
i don’t like this

margaret:
neither do i

narrator:
margaret yells to her friends
anna, rose, and john
a ship approaches
(guns volley in the distance)

rose:
they’re shooting at us!
herschel:
we’re under attack!

narrator:
bullets rip through the jungle
leaving devastation all around

chorus:
bracing, bracing

narrator:
people flеd township number nine
leaving it a ghost town

chorus:
racing, racing

narrator:
running for covеr
hiding back behind the sphere

narrator, chorus:
they’ll destroy the satellite if they get here

anna:
we have to launch
herschel:
we have no chance

rose:
then how do we defend her

herschel:
we have to leave

anna:
this can’t end now, not like this

charles:
surrender
(beat. bullets continue to fire and crash.)

narrator:
charles has a gun in his hand

charles:
anna, are you speechless? this is a first

narrator:
this has gone exactly as he planned

charles:
these mercenaries have orders to destroy the
sphere and the flywheels as soon as they dock

herschel:
you b+st+rd

charles:
here
i think i’ll level every inch of land
and have a harvest planted by the spring
here
rows and rows of sugarcane
soon i will be living like a king
here
a place that’s worthy of my work
appropriately titled…
‘charlestown’
here
with no sign of the scientists
it’s a shame that their remains were never found

anna:
you’re doing this for sugarcane?

charles:
not just for sugarcane. i’m also doing this because
i don’t like you. sir john, miss hanover + you will
be mourned. what a tragic accident

anna:
we had a good run, hershey

herschel:
it’s been a privilege, nova. and rose, i+ (beat)
where’d she go?

(clank)

narrator:
rose stratford knocked charles out
with her printing press plate

herschel:
you actually brought the plate with you?

rose:
never underestimate the power of the press

narrator:
the bricks halt every bullet
but the enemy has arrived
they’ve landed at the dock
and now there’s no place left to hide

herschel:
we cannot make the treeline

anna:
we’ve run out of time

margaret:
anna!

samuel:
rose!

margaret:
herschel!

margaret, samuel:
climb!!

narrator:
a ladder to the top of the satellite
two hundred feet high
the sagitta was a fortress
they could take shelter inside

herschel:
but we’ll be trapped+

rose:
i’ll take my chances. come on!

narrator:
rose takes herschel’s hand

rose:
aren’t you glad you asked me to come to south
america with you?

herschel:
yes

rose:
good. then move your ass!

narrator:
rose leads the way
up the side of the satellite

chorus:
bracing, bracing

narrator:
bullets sprayed from below
barely missing their marks

chorus:
bracing, bracing

narrator:
they reached the summit

narrator, chorus:
racing, racing
they jumped inside
closed the hatch, then dark

(bullets ricochet dully off of the sagitta)

samuel:
i just locked the hatch, we’re safe

rose:
i can’t see you, samuel

anna:
maybe we can wait them out, someone will
get help+

herschel:
we’re hundreds of miles from the nearest
township. i’m afraid we’re on our own

samuel
margaret? (beat) margaret, are you alright?
i can’t see you!
(margaret begins to radiate)

narrator:
margaret started to glow
margaret started to cry
margaret closed her fists
margaret closed her eyes

margaret:
don’t be scared of the dark…

narrator:
the sphere began to shake
the ramp began to quake
then, a heavy thud

anna
the satellite is free!

narrator:
the earth began to rumble
the sphere began to tumble
rolling down the ramp

herschel:
hold onto something!

narrator:
the flywheels ran steady
the slingshot was ready
now nothing could make them yield

rose, samuel:
each word we write sets a brick
and we built a satellite

narrator, chorus:
four, three, two, one
the satellite hit the wheels, then+

all:
ahhh!
(the flywheels slingshot the sagitta towards the
heavens. the screams fade into the distance
leaving nothing but air.)

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