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When the fear falls off, And the others go over your shoulder, But you're the one to tumble In the over, under Over under Hello, I'll be right there Hello, I'm back again (Hello) I can't feel much, But i'm back again I'm sure the full feel Will kick back in Will kick back in soon, so Tune in, Chill out Keel over, But don't let it kill you Is that appealing enough To appeal you Is that hypnotic enough To heal you? Hello. The drummer keeps himself calm, With a couple rolls just to check his pulse Looking up at God, Like what do you want A spot on the show The name of the bassist, A way to get Kurt back without swallowing a Hearthrob She's dressed up like us, But she's not like up She's dressed up, But she's not like us She could be up here, But she won't like it The song was a story The storm had passed, Wanted the studio tour, And I got that I'll be right back, I'll be right there Get it right, God Blow you whole chance Okay, Jimmy Fallon. Ah huh. I can do your job. Uh huh. Lets see if you can do mine. That can happen. Meanwhile, At Rockerfeller Plaza LOOK OUT BELOW. CHRISTSCICLES. WHERE'S THE TREE?? THERE'S NO TREE. THIS IS JULY. Where's the time machine. When are we!? HELLO> NOO. THERE S/HE IS [Rollerskating away as quickie as possible; Attepmpts to jump barrier –fails– Recovers. GET BACK HERE WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO GO? [Running furiously away on roller skates YOu suck at this. What. Bro. I thought Skrillex was the greatest shapeshifter of all time. I am Skrillex, though. Besides. I CAN TELL THAT'S YOU. It's not me. I CAN SEE YOU, JIMMY. I'm SHAPESHIFTER. SHAPE-SHIFTING. Nahhh. Youu– stop doing this. Stop doing what. You know what. I don't know. You're gonna get me in trouble with the Network. I own the network. AHA. Dammit . YOU LOSE. SUCKAH. Shut up. You're drunk. UGH. [Rollerskate chase scene.] (A montage, obviously) GET BACK HERE. YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME. Where are you gonna go! SOMEWHERE! You can't run up stairs in rollerskates. I CAN. AND I WILL. [Does, but gets to the top of the stairs and fails miserably. ] EVERYBODY Oooh! [Recovers.] I'm okay!. GET HIM/ GET HER GET “THEM” –that's so stupid. GET IT. GET IT. GET IT! CUT TO: [Outside the door.] GET IT, JIMMY! GET IT. CUT TO : [Inside] [Don't worry. they're just playing video games.] Lol that is funny. But i can't write that. just –write it. No way, dawg. Just– Just– No way– Pay me first. Then it really sounds bad. Shut up and eat your ice cream, JImmy Fallon. {Jimmy Fallon is eating his own ice cream.] EW. lol What the fuck flavor is that anyway? Idk. “The Tonight Dough” I learned not to cry, By the time I got to you, and Sometimes I wonder why I just can't write a song these days The words come, But the music's gone It's just motorcycles and Loveless nights Sleeping on top of the covers Something about tennis, I don't remember Should have done something More special than script this I'm just the luckiest bitch alive To live alone I should be thriving I don't want more in the world than a quiet road to calm my inward soul White world: White girls Big perks My curse I got it out of the mud I fished a world out the trash I got roaches on motorcycles Roaches on motorcycles {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © -Ū.