LYRICS AS WE PLACE RARE JEWELS IN A DEEP SETTING TO ENHANCE THEIR BEAUTY, SO NATURE SETS MAN’S MIND IN DARK SURROUNDINGS, THAT IT MAY BETTER TRY HIS FAITH… This tale is about a boy with a tiny sketchbook ….It begins with a storm. A small town pounded by rain prepares for night Chimneys paint poems on the sky The boy plays games at the arcade Just after school The feeling in his gut says “Go Home” So he -Counts his tokens The he -Drops them in his raggedy pockets Walks to the door looking out at the rain There was never a good time to go to his broken home, But something calls. Rolling his pants Heaving a sigh Clenching his jaw And waving goodbye He pushed his lucky scooter through the rain and the glum Having no idea the real storm had not yet begun THE NOBODY HOLE, ACT 1

LYRICS The Nobody Hole…starring in order of appearance.. Mother Lowenfall Pygmy Paul Lowenfall Manda The King of Thieves Jaquelantern And…Old Man Geechi (chorus X2) You’re always sad and you always cry You’re always mad, still you always try Everybody's bad, everybody lies Everyone’s been had, everybody dies Narrated by….Nzinga Kadalie Written by…SumKid Majere Performed by….. SumKid Majere & Badtouch Musical Score by…. BadTouch Illustrated and Designed by….Doug Hoffman Introducing new artwork by Jared Rogness, Jeff Hurst and Jerome Lewis His teeth were crooked chunks of caramel His brown skin was covered in bumps. His days were all the same to him Cold oatmeal, sugarless…lumps. His breakfast was always lonely His mother was always drunk He’d thumb thru his sketchbook at the table Then pack a popsicle for lunch It always melted by recess It never did bother him much He always died at ten o’clock Anyway, so what’s the rush? The boys would beat his ass at school These days he just felt numb They’d dunk his football-shaped head Into the toilet after taking a dump His name was Pygmy Paul And today’s the same ole day Go to the mall right after school Escape’s just an arcade away But his mother found his secret When she broke into his room This would change the course of history Forever after, I presume Maybe this is the same ole day Paul. Naaaahhh… it aint. The Tale of Pygmy Paul

LYRICS Verse 1 well, it was rainin cats and dogs and smashin down the hall madder than a hornet widda flask of haitian rum his momma throwin curses like a hydrochloric bomb kickin over tables tearin pictures off the wall see just a while ago she broke into his room and violated his privacy he lock it while he gone the way she actin thought she mighta caught him jackin off widda catalogue of male models nawwww she stumbled on his art (his art?) the secret part deep in his heart he loved to draw comic book divas with big titties automatic weapons and hentai shapes when he drew them he drew the drapes so he wouldnt draw attention to this daily make believe escape well momma saw them shits flipped and went wild which leads us to the next ep so don't flip the dial NARRATOR Paul stepped out into the storm like damn. He checked his pocket one more time to make sure the tokens wouldn’t fall out, then pushed on his little rusty scooter hard as he could. Something was wrong at home and he had to get there. QUICK!!. Maybe he forgot to give his mom her medicine today, but he’d never rushed home like this!! Verse 2 welll it was rainin cats and dogs and smashin from the mall was the center of our story we call him pygmy paul cus he was smaller than a pygmy them bullies used to beat him down so often that they softened up his kidneys they let him be when he came to school bleedin drenched in whiskey with shit stains on his dickies paul would bail to the mall after the bell and play arcade games to forget about hell well today was kinda different he felt a ringin in his head his ears were itchin fidgety scratchin in his cabinet felt a buzzin in his cupboard so he bounced a lil early to see what's cookin in the kitchen scootin on his scooter thru the brutalizin weather clueless to the fact his life was bout to change forever drippin like a rag he dragged himself in thru the entrance home sweet home... weed crack and incense rats on the couch rollin trees like they woodsmen lookin at pygmy paul like 'n*&!a what you cookin' his momma strolled out half naked lookin grim rollers in her hair and a long virginia slim which wouldna been so strange to paul cus that was them him her son mother but what made his heart really skip a beat was the paper in her hand and scattered around her feet! "well sonny" said his momma widda grin "look like you been doodlin just who you think you is? I'll tell you what since you so damn smart and better than folk cus you got yo lil art... u can go to class tomoorow draw u up a chart, and show the whole school how a house fire start" spillin haitian rum on his illustrated loves laughin while she lit a blue flame to each one he stood frozen crying while the floor opened up the nobody hole pulled him down and it really.... sucked...... (oh life is so wicked wicked wicked)

LYRICS NARRATOR A dreamer wasn’t Paul But he fell through space Little brown body snapping Stretching like soft rubber Unnamed stars streaked past A tunnel, slick and damp Smelled of earth Vines, roots and branches scraped him Time stops for the broken heart Twists and turns The tunnel laughed Poking, juggling poor Paul 2X Falling jabbing juggling poking nudging prodding digging and punching thrusting digging bouncing pulling snapping shifting laughing ....sleep NARRATOR The tunnel stopped And he dropped Falling a short space then hitting the ground with a thud Moss and mud The air was thick, moist Smelling of dying roses Welcome to The Nobody Hole, Paul Intoxicating air made him hazy The sky was a dingy brown He was in a quiet garden behind a museum A dozen rows and a family of scarecrows looked down on him The Cold Moon hung above like a ball of peppered ice His once bumpy skin was now a drawing How? Laying his head on a cabbage in the garden Curling up as a baby may His eyes heavy as his heart became A million voices and sleep’s embrace The family of scarecrows awakened as Paul fell asleep and circled his body in an eerie song and dance…

paul everything okay was it a long way down here all the walls are blue here in the dark deep brown sound paul can you hear us sing? we drink blood from your dreams hang them from a tree and raindance while they swing here in the darkest hole is a castle made of bones we've been waiting for our king so sleep well and welcome home ssssssshhhhhh welcome home paul, shhhhh paul everything okay? perhaps you broke your arm did you hurt your hip, did you bust your lip did somebody knife your heart? here we love the moon here we have no sky here dead sparrows fly we ate out all their eyes this is where we come when nobody knows we're gone and nobody is whole so sleep well and welcome home ssshhhh welcome home NARRATOR Picking up the little boy’s body, the scarecrows carried him through a door in the garden, into the dark and empty museum. As they left they closed the heavy door softly behind him.. After long, he awoke in a hallway lined with a thousand cases. Paul began the long trek through the wax museum. We’ll soon find out what he discovered in the tall glass cases. But first, lets get a better idea of the world he’s fallen into. Not far away a city buzzed with strange life… It’s like no other world we’ve seen…

LYRICS it was a beautiful day when paul arrived the nobody hole was like a hive and buzzing with all the lonely hybrid people who called it home a city lit by rivers of lava the air was cooled by hella humungous pipes suspended in the sky or jutting from winding roads hills and lakes of tears with weird appearances trains and sheer disgusting smells the wails of folk long forgotten and lost, shared the air like they were raised by strangers, loved by murderers, or they died alone in flower beds but were never given a rose.... kind of cold kinda chilly women with half their bones chilled on creaking porches knitting sitting with half a hope waiting for husbands deader than dirt that never survived that fateful day at work but patience it never did hurt... did it? imagine a world where all the trees are white there is a source of light but the sky is always night the grass is auburn red the dirt looks like chalk while a coat of rust and frost covers all the homes in sight now hold a piece of negative film up to a candle and you get the gist of what this misty inbetween is like a thriving city where boys were made of socks dogs have legs of glass and little girls have empty eye sockets of solid rock see everybodys missing something crucial or unusual and despair grips them tight to drag them under its spell so we call it the nobody hole NOT because its hell but because nobody is whole in this world beneath the well now back to paul... who just retched on himself, and woke up by a wax museum as a sketch of himself and instead of regular replicas he’s surrounded by wax figures of characters he drew at the edge of the felt... the action heroines... all in glass dioramas.... hundreds of em holding loaded hammers, gats, hand cannons, pistols, tommy guns and roscoes a violent imagination makes anything possible wiping tears away from his eyes with a dirty shirt sleeve allowing himself to breathe walking by the cases looking deep into their faces he knew each one of them by name cus he could draw them in his sleep oshun, queen ransom, and doctor shrewd stared back as he passed them all looking for a clue even manda was there with his knife in hand the only dude that paul ever drew and gave a weapon to that was not a gun he saw him and he shrugged kept it movin as he found a door to exit thru it shut behind him with a boom.... the hallways began to moan as the wax figures inside moved…. NARRATOR Paul walked onto a path lined with willows, shrooms and elms The Nobody City loomed before him, an eerie glow far below A shadowy figure left the museum behind him, o pray tell I’ll do my best to tell you its tale, but I’m not sure you want to know…

LYRICS Verse 1 Somewhere in the future far far from here there once lived a man in a shanty made of brass who would laugh when he killed which he did for many years with a knife from behind a panda mask gather round for the tale of the man known as manda pandemonium sadness and hate swirled around in his soul hurricaining and boiling what a wretchedly miserable fate for a chap who was hapless as this on his wall hung newspaper clips and a list now I can't say that I’ve entertained the mind of a murderer but it might be like this he was sent here by gods in a basket abandoned on a doorstep october thirty-first with a mask in the likeness of a panda attached to his head since an unholy birth raised by a lonely autistic man who thought this child was as an imaginary friend he stabbed him viciously in the face over his birthday cake when he turned only ten NARRATOR and so Paul walked down the shadowy road with toadstools as high as trees on both sides. He shuddered thinking about the wax statues of the characters he drew. The huge museum loomed on the hill behind him, and little did he know, a living, breathing Manda followed him silently, hidden by shadows…. Verse 2 The evil that men do aint the evil that manda in his bloodstained jeans and leather sandals he would stand under streetlamps at 4 in the morning on brisk winter nights in plain view mute as a corpse while the heat from his breath churned out in a thick heavy plume eyes with no pupils stared thru the mask at his prey in a grim solitude his killings were gruesome and quick sometimes babies were hung from a pole and he would draw portraits of his victims in vivid detail from the basement of his home pipes dripped from the ceiling as his hand ran across chronicling life that was lost signed with a kiss from his bloody manda lips then he'd stab with his knife each portrait to the wall NARRATOR Questions raced through Pauls mind. How did those statues get there? Where was he? Fighting tears, this place was scary He came to a bustling street Where people with shoes for faces and pig noses went about their daily business Being Nobodies. Movies playing across their foreheads and hands made of yarn. Though he was the only one who looked like a drawing, he was one of them Poor children were everywhere. Suddenly, he felt a light tap on his shoulder. A tall pale, strong looking bald man with silver eyes and silver teeth stood before him, smiling thru a long fu man chu. The stranger took a deep bow. “Greetings Boy. Ransom, King of Thieves, at your service. Best you step with me here into the shadows, away from the eyes of your stalker. We’ll walk through The Nobody City for a while, there is much you need to know.”

LYRICS hey boy welcome to the scene I got a few tricks up my sleeve things goin on that you won't believe I got some info thatchya prolly gonna need hey boy you think you in a dream? you aint so here's the skinny on the lean everything is changing and you in the middle if you want my help I need some (cough) ching ching paul gave him a token, reserved for the games they were gold and only worked in arcades well, obviously paul, you arent at home the place where you are is called the nobody hole the people that you see aren't really here see this is just a spiritual sphere they've experienced a trauma, or some other kind drama get they hearts crushed and wanna disappear like clothes on their backs they wear losses that's why your flesh and skin became comic as people on earth they turn invisible, forgotten I got more you gotta pay up if you want it.. paul gave him a token, reserved for the games and asked the strange man how he knew his name well, I'm the only soul ever born on this soil so I know everyone from the sad to disloyal they can all see reflections in my eyes when I smile I got a name dossier locked away in my brain in a file while I hold all the keys Nice to meet you, I’m Ransom the king of the thieves hey boy you think you in a dream? you arent so here's the skinny on the lean everything is changin and you in the middle if you want my help I need some (cough) ching ching paul gave him a tokens, reserved for the games they were gold and only worked in arcades you're being followed by a killer for a starter and several other characters you scribbled with a marker one of em don't wanna see you go oh wait the money in my cup is running low paul gave him tokens reserved for the games and asked why somebody wanted him in a grave well paul, you're a special little brother the museum curator and key to the color once you free yourself by bringing paint to this place eyes open up and escapes they get discovered that's why you're being shadowed by an evil serpent because without the hole then that person has no purpose you’re the grand artist, and beacon of our bliss the bringer of change (ahem) speakin of which paul gave him the last token for the games and asked the king of thieves the way he could escape I'll walk you to the next stage of the game where jaquelantern holds the key revealing your fate but in the castle made of bones, your final answer waits and legend says in the throne room’s a grenade ah, here we are the mansion full of ghosts my tour ends here, god speed I'll stay close

NARRATOR and with that the king of thieves vanished without a trace, leaving paul standing at the door of Jaquelantern’s Mansion. In these haunted mists and shadows a manor lonely stands the gate between lost youth and death the home where they hold hands Tattered shutters hanging There’s no where else to go Each step carries whisperings The windows draped in souls The porch gave way in anguish As he topped the muddy hill The door swung open readily Releasing a musty chill Turning around behind him To catch one final glance Thinking he saw someone back there But not up here, no chance Stepping in with vacant eyes Red carpet and chandeliers Decaying and rotted in condition The bitter twilight years Dozens of rooms he searched through Empty and hollow at sight Shoulders heavy with resignation Until reaching the third flight The largest room he entered And watched her move entranced The pumpkin headed sorceress In front of a mirror danced He humbly asked for guidance Please help me get home She just continued dancing As if she were alone….

LYRICS The Tale of Jaquelantern she danced in the mirror with a tattered blue dress made of material hung from her shoulders wrinkled and withered don't get the jitters her head was a pumpkin smiling and empty it simply would echo when he would hit her touch her her father would, comin home late from the factory horny lifting his daughters skirt he would kiss her stick her with his stinger and when he came inside her, in her baby pumpkin ears softly he would whisper oh jaquelantern you're a whore just like your mother was and even though the puss is gone, I don't miss her her head was a pumpkin but the candle blown out before she even turned 11 aint that a sad somethin now in this haunted mansion, empty abandoned wearin costume jewelry in a dirty dress she was dancin dancin in the mirror, paul found her and she turned around to see him thru her pumpkin eyes a lil clearer hearing her name jaquelantern around carved in her face a smile she could never turn around she took the boy by the hand her fingers were little delicate frightened fragile agile shimmering slivers of icicles she showed him every room there had to be thousands and all of em were empty except for the mirrors the whole house was gray a bay window on the top floor viewed the city she gazed from it every day blue curtains flapped in the wind they matched her gown, standing by the window in a tragic smile that she could never turn around so paul asked again she turned around, stooped down and answered thru her broken smile (“of course”)

LYRICS She turned away from the window when she spoke and knelt down to look him in the eye. Her face was a nightmare… a bruised rotting pumpkin with a dim glow inside. He should have been terrified but something about her was the most comfortable thing he had encountered in this twisted world. There was something in her he could relate to. They looked through the window at the Nobody City below them for a long while holding hands. She asked him what he needed and he told her he needed to go home. Without so much as another word she stepped up to the windowsill with Paul in tow… and jumped from the top window of her haunted mansion. Casting a spell on the way down, her dress multiplied a thousand times over, becoming an enchanted parachute and breaking their fall. As they fell, she told him he had nothing to be scared of anymore. His way home was in the throne room ….

LYRICS Floating down to earth Like petals on brisk autumn days Skirt billowing beneath them both Phantom parachutes black magic made Landing in the gloomy forest Firmly gripping his hand Unspeakable evil stalked them Through the fog and mist they ran On winding paths they hurried While tales of old she told Regarding Paul’s return to home And the Castle Made of Bones No one had ever been It wasn’t a wonder how For surrounding it was a moat of souls Simply known as “The Howl” Covered by a bed of dead leaves Floating on thin air All common folk in The Nobody Hole Called it the entrance to Hell The Pumpkin Witch knew how to cross it Though it wouldn’t be easy Through The Nobody Wood they fled Towards the Old Man Geechi THE NOBODY HOLE, ACT II …….

LYRICS the hunter and the hunted, the hungry and the running the boy and broken sorcerress, a king who thieves for money a garden missing color and a never ending wind armed women from his fantasies in a museum how does all this stop and where did it begin when you wake up in as a drawing with imaginary skin and you find yourself running thru forests and haunted mansions with a pumpkin headed witch who mourns behind a grin well, death mourns too and he isn't right with self he can't wait to dig his knife deep into your chest stalking thru the elms, in the panda mask breathing they're always just in sight and out of reach they'll never see him another pair of eyes though not behind a mask follow wily manda silent as a cloud of gas another pair of eyes though not behind a mask follow pygmy paul thru the hollow forest path a vaporlike assassin or maybe an apparition listened to the pumpkin lady tellin paul the mission one eye on the killer and another on the child which eye saw an ally, your guess as good as mine for now suffice to say that nobodys alone as we begin our journey to the castle made of bones for now suffice to say that nobodys alone but back to paul and jackie in the nobody hole

The forest finally thinned out into a wide clearing and the open sky greeted them again with its starry gloom. The other side of the clearing dropped into the infinite nothingness of The Howl. On a hill in the center of the clearing, sat an old hulk of a man dressed in carpenter’s overalls. He was hunched over in thought, smoking a corn cob pipe muttering to himself, and it looked like his muscular frame may have been permanently bent in that shape from years of pondering. His skin was black as coal and hair as white as The Cold Moon. The hill was surrounded by tools, pieces of metal and what looked like half a spaceship. Jaquelantern finally let go of the boys hand and urged him to walk to the confused looking man and his wreck.

LYRICS old man geechi, sat on a hill head in his palm tobacco pipe was full pullin at his beard scratchin his chin the cottonpickin ship done fallen again how many times it fell? how many times it failed... paul asked and the old man told him the tale my twin brother aji he always been my heart I was a carpenter and he studied the stars we had a game we would play when we was lil kids we was both determined to find out where heaven is so he would draw the map, and I would chop the twigs and by the end of the day we would have a lil ship we made a promise then, forever to the end to build a ship to heaven when we grew into men (chorus) my twin brother aji, he always been my heart we grew into men, but never grew apart I mastered carpentry, and he was scholarly poetry, philosophy and astronomy I fell in love with June, we had a family we had son looked kinda like you with straighter teeth but I aint forget, and neither did my twin when we turned 33 we started on the ship (chorus) my twin brother Aji, he always been my heart we started on the ship, to take us to the stars June would bring us tea, and keep us company and blush a lil when Aji would read her poetry sharin all his thoughts, they started takin walks while I was workin with the nail hammer and the saw when the ship was done, they got in it one day and said they was comin back but they never came old man geechi, sat on a hill head in his palm tobacco pipe was full pullin at his beard scratchin his chin the cottonpickin ship done fallen again how many times it fell? how many times it failed... paul asked and the old man told him the tale

LYRICS Seems like Old Man Geechi couldn’t finish his ship without his brother, huh? Might be a lil hitch in Paul’s get-along, wouldn’t you say? Well, Paul aint your run of the mill kid, so naturally, he offered to help Old Man Geechi build his ship in exchange for a ride across that scary Howl. With a smile wide as the day, the old hulk stood up to his fully bent stature, and hugged the little raggedy boy Paul. Jaquelantern kept watch at the edge of the forest, still sensin that troublesome evil in the Nobody Wood. By and large, the old man and the boy started workin’, and that’s when lil’ Paul first discovered his gift in The Nobody Hole. See, Old Man Geechi was missin parts, cus nobody’s whole, right? But he was hopin those parts were lost somewhere in that big ole pile of wreckage next to his ship. Sure enough Paul would draw up a lil sketch of the part Old Man Geechi described, just so he knew what to look for in that there pile. As Paul drew the part, it began to materialize before them, shiny and brand spankin new. That mighta made em happy as two bullfrogs in the rain. Jaquelantern nodded, cus she knew. But she didn’t budge from her starin match with the shadows. Nope, not one inch. Eventually, they signaled her to come over and help put the ship together. Reluctantly she went, cus an extra pair of hands would help them leave them creepy woods behind once and for all. She lifted things with spells and lit hard to see corners with a flame from her finger tips…Old Man Geechi had a trick up his sleeve too, it seemed…his corn cob pipe grew into a huge hammer…and they built…and they worked…and they sawed…and they hammered…and they cut…

LYRICS Dream me a nail Draw me a screw This is the tale Of the carpenters tools Draw me a saw Dream me a screw No time to stall We’re waiting on you Dream me a nail Draw me a screw Make it to scale And a step ladder too Draw me a saw Dream me a screw That pine wood is raw Sandpaper it smooth (break) Dream me a nail Draw me a screw Measure that rail Is it too short to use Draw me a saw Dream me a screw Don’t give up Paul There’s still much to do Dream me a nail Draw me a screw We’ll throw on a sail Maybe a few Draw me a saw Dream me a screw We’ll widen this door So three can walk through NARRATOR The huge ship could probably fit a small army. It was a weird contraption with sails, sharp angles, oddly placed wings and propellers. It looked more like a huge weapon than anything that could fly gracefully. But Old Man Geechi steady muttered it would be the best trip of their lives. We’ll widen this door So three can walk through NARRATOR The control panel hummed back to life with a whirr of whistles and beeps. Soon enough, it was ready to fly, and he told them to come in and buckle up, because take off would be rough. The Castle of Bones emerged in the distance from the front window of The Fallship while Paul and Jaquie buckled in. Old Man Geechi closed the back hatch with the push of a button and it shut with a deafening grunt. No one saw the shadowy figure slip on board just before they sealed themselves in.

LYRICS Narration They braced as the lumbering giant began it’s ascent into the dingy Nobody Sky. Paul looked from the window next to his seat at the haunted world they were leaving below. The Nobody Hole unfolded before him as they zoomed above it… Outside of the window It’s a whole other world I wonder what it’s like I wonder what it’s like When did the people Burn their wings I wonder what it’s like I wonder what it’s like Outside of the window It’s a whole other world I wonder what it’s like I wonder what it’s like When will the people, Earn their wings I wonder what it’s like I wonder what it’s like Fly away, avatar Kite today, gone tomarrah Zombies wave, from below Harmonicas and guitars Dirt roads, mountain peaks Stardust, atchya feet Clouds pass by the window With the moon just in reach So far up in the air Hard to feel all the weight Red rivers are small veins Strange beasts drink from the banks And the lakes over there, pitch black ice cold Host dark witches raves, where they dance shriek and moan Fly away, avatar Here today, gone tomarrah Ghosts wave, from below And strum their guitars Long roads, mountain peaks Stardust, atchya feet Clouds fog up the window With the moon just in reach So far up in the air Hard to feel all the weight Red rivers are small veins Hellhounds drink from lakes It’s a beautiful sight, and it brought to his mind A tune he used to whistle while sketching designs

LYRICS The Bone Castle nears The Fallship Flies A Killer smells fear For now all is quiet A battle comes forth Black magic and knives The beginning of war And a Nobody dies hunched over the wheel the old man steered smokin on his pipe a sweet aroma filled the air (bu-bump) his blood raced with the excitement of flight born to be a pilot, or what's the point of life (right?) jaquelanterned danced in a corner hummin somethin of a spectre, light raven feather she almost felt her pulse again thumpin but any sign of life from her is closer to a supernatural gesture (bump-bump) paul smiled for the first time teeth uneven as dyin blades of grass wondrin if its all a dream and if he'll wake up to a bell ringing sleepin in his class chin propped up on elbows, whistlin at the window, breath steamed on the glass the bone castle loomed ahead like a giant among gods, frightened by no gods, so high in the dark fog, ....... the titan dwarfed geechi's tiny fallship like a mountain next to a dragonfly it was so large that pauls heart skipped a beat when they flew into its shadow that's when he heard a rattle (bump) he turned around baffled (bump) a sliver of a silver glimmer sent a shiver in his spine to the center of his gut (bump) his heart (bump) skipped (bump) a beat (bump-bump) manda ran into the room expressionless the mask threw the jagged dagger jaquelantern acted fast right before the knife stabbed paul in his place she teleported inbetween and caught it in her face thump! the handle vibrated as it stuck smilin while she pulled it out like apple stems pluck! geechi turned around astonished widda scowl as The Howl rolled beneath em like the hellish version of a rug manda didn't miss a beat he saw the witch and swung the witch became mist the panda man missed she popped up behind him tryna creep but he peeped just in time and caught her with a savage fist bam! landed to the deck, the knife skitters close manda picked it up maybe pygmy paul is toast geechi tryna concentrate on landin cus they at the foot of bone castle now and if he leave the wheel its over... wham! the killer slashed paul across the chest a little off his mark cus all these pieces of a dress wrapped around his throat at the last second a thousand magic strands choked and yanked him by his neck pow!! the ship landed widda crash, old man geechi screamed loud and opened up the hatch handed paul the sketchbook, told him get out while can, jaquelantern looked into his eyes and screamed "fast!" paul ran into the cold evening while the tall castle made of bones stood above him and he bawled after climbin a high hill of human skulls he finally felt safe enough to look back at the brawl ice knives flew from the pumpin witch's fingers manda took em all like he never even felt em old man geechis corn pipe grew into a hammer yellin to the heavens like a grizzly when he swing it thunder clapped boom! lightnin bolts flashed above manda stabbed geechi in his chest, his body slumped ripped off his arm like a flimsy piece of paper faced the witch while geechis blood gushed from the stump exhausted from the magic spells, swayin in the wind rain started pourin and she looked up at the kid too tired to fight what a pitiful sight, drenched and sad the little candle in her face went dim manda grabbed her head she said "run paul NOW!!!" frozen in place he couldn't move one inch the killer held her limp body over the howl chopped her head off widda growl and threw it deep in the abyss

LYRICS She was a dancer the Sycamore Fair beauty queen I found her alone in a pumpkin patch last Halloween She cried in the mist, I smiled and we kissed holding hands She told me everything knowing that I’d understand Why did I have to fall We could have had it all I should have walked away Before that autumn day The thunder was rolling and she was asleep in her bed Her father came in unaware of the knife by her head He started to kiss her but then with a swing of her arm She ended his life then climbed to the roof of the barn Why did she have to fall We could have had it all She never made a sound Just fell right through the ground… Without further ado, we bring you Act III, the conclusion of The Nobody Hole

LYRICS NARRATOR When we last left Paul he had just seen his friends brutally murdered by a killer he drew with his own hands and he was left to climb the hill of skulls and the Castle of Bones alone…with the Panda Man behind him, moving quickly. whatchya gone do with the blood on yo hands can't wash it off try hard as you can.... its all yo fault, ooooo you might get caught ooooo guilt is the heaviest companion to carry paul slung it over his shoulder climbed up a tall hilla skulls, strewn among bones and boulders the howl screamed wind behind him it got colder while the right hand grabs, left foot lifts right arm pulls, heart beat skips... fear is a motivating friend at best paul listened to its calm steady advice as he reached the top, and never looked back the castle of bones front gate, already cracked so the right hand reached, the left hand pushed head peeps thru, the boy runs in whatchya gone do with the blood on yo hands can't wash it off try hard as you can.... its all yo fault, ooooo you might' get caught ooooo the tears ran hot, as he rushed to the stairs slow footsteps behind stairs made of bones walls made of bone what was gonna kill him first would it be the heartbreak, or the knife Right foot steps, left foot trips picks himself up, heartbeat skips shame is the quietest comrade torchlight flickers, blood runs quicker steep staircase winds, gut gets sicker picturing the death of friends, sobs and shivers dim lit halls, long shadows stretch throat shuts tight, gags short breaths the panda man behind...maybe two flights better run quick, or more death tonight almost there, almost where water drops ice cold fall on his hair right eye cries, the left arm wipes energy runs low, right leg steps left leg steps, right leg go come on feet, no time to move slow right foot drags, left foot leads the killer don't tire no, he just gains speed his right foot stalks, left leg haunts right hand grips knife, left hand taunts whatchya gone do with the blood on yo hands can't wash it off try hard as you can.... its all yo fault, you might' get caught ooooo salvation is a door at the top of the stairs ready as it seems, metal at the seams thick ancient oakwood heavy as it swings sorta like his heart was heavy at the strings hand pulls door, sho wasn't his warm hand pulls him in, silver teeth grin Relief is a familiar face come to your aid then your shoulders let loose the exhaustion and pain and you collapse on the ground, curlin up in a ball while the thief king comforts you cradlin' arms door slams shut tears run foul paul's safe now theif king bows

LYRICS Paul lifted himself up, feeling stronger. Ransom, the thief king smiled and patted him on his shoulder. “Well done, Lord Paul. It is my pleasure to welcome you to the throne which is rightfully yours.” He threw back the hood of his plush cloak. The vast, round throne room was deathly still. The lofty ceiling was enveloped in shadow, and dozens of gigantic sleeping bats hung above in a perfect circle high above the boy and the thief. They were larger than Paul, but slept like the dead with wings folded around their black bodies. Directly beneath each sleeping bat, standing proudly against the wall, were stone statues of kings, all with their arms crossed like the bats above them. The statues were tombs, and the dead kings were all looking at Pygmy Paul. Paul clutched the sketchbook in his back pocket, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He didn’t want to be here. A long, dirty red carpet ran to the other side of the room, up a small rising of steps. At the top of the steps sat a sad throne before a colossal window overlooking all of The Nobody Hole. It reminded Paul of the view from Jaqeulantern’s Mansion. His heart sagged at the thought of her. The throne was old decrepit wood, decaying and wet with rot. Once upon a time, it looked like it may have been strong oak. From its seat rose a strong, proud Sunflower with a thick, bristling, ropy stem. The Sunflower faced the window, bowing forward, like an old cheerless ruler overlooking his realm. But it had great power. That power lit The Throne Room. It lit the entire Nobody Hole. The thief king’s padded boots made no sound as he walked up behind the dumbfounded boy. “You don’t remember any of this, do you?” Paul shook his head. “When you cry, it rains here… When you laugh the ground shakes. You dream life into this place, and it lives in your dreams, through your blood. Well then, as The King of Thieves and Advisor to The King, it’s my duty to tell you who you are and why we’re here. More importantly, you must know how The Nobody Hole came about. Pay attention boy, we don’t have all day. Your Manda creation will arrive soon.” As the steady, heavy footsteps of the killer came closer, he bent low and whispered in the boy’s ears, “Welcome home, Paul.”

LYRICS Once upon a time, the devil beat his wife because he lost a bet, it aint what you expect Far off in the west, the sun began to set He stumbled in a bar, disguised as a drunk Mischief for measure, Chaos for fun, he challenged anybody with the wits to match him up “I bet you all my money I can draw a perfect jewel” Everybody turned away on they barstools But not one fella, he played it kinda cool He carried simple tools, a pencil and a book And by the way he looked, his life was pretty cruel People looked away but loved to look at what he drew The devil went first, and finished quick smiling Held up the sketch, behold a perfect diamond In the setting sun, ooos aaaahs sighing It was just a drawing but it sparkled and it shined The fella scribbled next, The Devil smiled wide, but he gambled with the wrong customer tonight Cus dancing on the sketchpad was the most beautiful jewel brought to life It was The Devil’s Wife The Devil dropped his jaw, so did all the men cus the woman that they saw was fine as all sin What followed was applause for the clever fellas wits What started as a draw, ended in a win A bet’s still a bet, whether gambler or priest So the strange young fella made a deal with the beast He said listen here, I know ya wife well She lays down with me when you off raisin hell All you gotta do, since I earned the winnings, is give me the gift to make all my art living Real flesh and bone, give me a throne pass on my gift to all who got my blood in em Well the devil did oblige, grant the gift he did But he got tricks way up his sleeve hid The fella got his throne, but nobody was home His kingdom was an empty place and so he ruled alone Just above hell, just below earth… he took it all in stride somebody had to be first He battled stray demons and fallen gods strong Never lost a fight and built a castle from they bones The Devil beat his wife, because he lost a bet Or maybe cus she broke the heart inside that he forgets She cried a thunderstorm, a howling wind moaned It opened up the ground around the Castle made of Bones The first time it rained in the lonely kingdom, the lonely king looked up from his lonely throne And heard his love cry, tears fell from the sky, leaked through the roof and dampened up his clothes The water brought life, his pain brought light, his soul took root in his old bone throne He became a flower that shed sunlight and gave gloom a glow in this limbo hole When the sun is still bright but it’s rain fallin down, you can hear her cry, just stick a needle in the ground Now broken hearts come from the whole world round, when they lose that part that never gets found And the old king knew when he won that bet, he and the devil’s wife had sons on earth So a long line of kings have to come to the hole, keep the demons out and reinstill the hope The only way to do it is by choppin off the bulb, throw it far below and watch the colors spread Then sit on the throne like ya ancestors did, till you become the flower then the cycle starts again

“So you see Paul, I couldn’t bring you directly to the Castle of Bones with me. Of course, I had a quicker and easier way to get here but every king must have a heavy heart before taking the throne, and you had to journey through your realm and endure the loss of your friends in order to cut the Sunflower. So sad, but so necessary. Once he takes the throne, the king can only leave this castle to battle wayward demons and fallen angels. The good people of The Nobody Hole must be allowed to mourn and heal in peace. This is your destiny Paul. As for me, I was born to be the king’s eyes and ears in the Hole….I am your Knight, and I was born to serve you. So tonight, I will serve you for the last time, Lord Paul.” With that, he handed Paul a dagger and took a bow. Like clockwork, Manda tore through the door of the Throne Room in a beastly frenzy…

LYRICS Well it was raining cats and dogs, and standing in the hall was the center of our story We call him Lord Paul But he was smaller than a pygmy, when Manda busted down the door the King of Thieves whipped out a sword quickly Brawlin, stabbin, wrestling, poking Fallin, jabbin, divin and punchin Weavin, sparrin, growlin, screamin The dance of death was on and poppin baby best believe it Paul everything okay, was it a long way down Perhaps you’ll take that dagger and cut the sunflower down? Maybe you better run? Get the hell out the way? Ransom stabbed Manda in the stomach he was enraged Bit him in the neck, the king of thieves was quick, quick Kick swift jab, Manda’s lookin bad Well back to Paul, who’s a sketch of himself To dodge the reckless fight, he leapt on a shelf And jumped to the throne with no breath in his chest Starin at the flower, majestic it slept But somewhere in the throne room not far from here, There once was a panda man who started whoopin ass And laughed as he slashed at the thief king and head butted him with a hard panda mask Manda drooled cus the boy was close enough to eat Ransom turned to Paul face bleedin and he screamed Hey boy, you think you in a dream? You aint so cut the bulb off the thing! What you waitin on? When he moved loose change jingled in his robe ching ching He bear hugged the killer Manda fought mad thrashed A hundred head butts and stabs to the back But the thief king smiled and wouldn’t let go Looked Paul in the grill and said time for me to roll Made it to the window with the Panda man in tow, all stabbed up and bleedin at the throat They crashed thru the glass widda cold wind blast, Lord Paul watched em fall into the Howl far below Fallin, stabbin, slashin, choking, grappling flailin, scrappin, brawlin, scratchin…. The load of many losses Weighed upon his heart A lonely wind blew through the window Scattering glass shards The boy became a king No rituals or crowns Just sadness through his perseverance The flower must come down Chopping off the head He held it in his hand It bled and pulsed like living flesh And started to expand He used his pain the throw it far The sunflower took flight Lord Paul sat down on his throne And watched it spreading light

LYRICS I don’t know sunflower grenade What are you War to you I don’t know sunflower grenade What are you Water you Airborne color bomb, krylon flyin with a python tail of smoke Icon meaning hope Light falls from petals different colors spinning spokes, Wheel of Ezekiel Feels so ethereal Lands widda bang boom, strange hues, grays blues, teals People bathe in the rays of the spherical Sunflower hit like ten thousand powder kegs Grass turned green tree trunks turned brown again Lord Paul sat, heart heavy as a pound of yen His kingdom celebrated rejoicing voicing they thanks A mighty cheer went up for the arrival of the king, the color he brings inspires escape He smiled at they love, and sighed at his loss Melancholy beauty way below spread across His mother needed him, but so did the Hole So he drew a final sketch of himself back home and asked… I don’t know sunflower grenade What are you War to you I don’t know sunflower grenade What are you Water you So Paul took out his notebook and drew himself back home. Knowing he couldn’t leave the people of The Nobody Hole alone. He drew the same Paul, but something inside had changed. A quiet strength, a brave smirk…. He knew how to beat pain. Same ole street. Same ole house. But the storm had left his town. Pygmy Paul materialized while Lord Paul was underground. Pygmy Paul walked back home while leaves heavy with water drooped. The sun was coming back out. He didn’t know how long he’d been gone. He followed a fallen leaf as it floated on a small water current heading for a drain. His scooter was still outside, right where he’d left it. Before he walked inside to check on his poor mother, he patted his pocket and found that it was full of tokens. A parting gift from the pen of Lord Paul and today would be a perfect day to go to the arcade.

LYRICS The weight of the world is not enough to beat me I know that my pain the night the rain complete me The weight of the world is not enough to beat me I know that my pain the night the rain complete me Saturday’s downpour… Is nothing more than shallow reservoirs By Sunday afternoon Paul…. Help me!!!! LIFE IS SO WICKED WICKED, AAAAHHHH!!!!