Slow Train Coming
NOTE: IT IS MY INTENTION THAT MY AUDIENCE LISTENS TO THE ORIGINGAL SONG THAT I HAVE POSTED IN THE BELOW THUMBNAIL WHILE READING THE REWORKED LYRICS AND THE STORY I HAVE SCRIPTED FOR THEM WITHIN THIS POST; I WANT YOU TO DO SO BECAUSE THAT WILL HELP CREATE THE MOOD I AM ATTEMPTING TO DEPICT. PLEASE DO SO, AND ENJOY.
This is the night that they plant the wand, and Justine has fallen asleep, waiting for whatever will happen to happen, as Tom stands vigil...
Dreaming, Justine finds herself in church, with all but her in mourning, paying her no notice, as the Bishop preaches as sermon.Bishop, pacing: Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgustedIan't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions,Are you lost or are you found? Have you counted the cost of what's dragging you down? (He looks at her quizically.)All those earthly principles, you're just gonna have to abandon. (Now he points right at her.)For here's a slow, (cut to galloping hooves, ebony steeds, and a drawn carriage speeding towards the church, and back) slow train comin' up around the bend...We cut to the spot of planting, where a strong shaft of moonlight falls on it, while Tom smiles, even as Justine tosses uneasily.Bishop, talking again to thw wole congregation: I knew a woman who sure was waywardShe was on the wrong path, but I warned her to be realistic.I said, "Listen, without a doubt, have to quit your mess and straighten out,End it now, or you'll just become another cautionary statistic."'Cause there's a slow, (the hearse is closer to the church, now) slow train comin' (the seed sprout, as Justine tosses on the ground) up around the bend...(It's moving quite fast, actually, but it's the one thing the Bishop is understating, isn't it?)Returning to the funeral, the camera's angle is behind the bishop, panning out over the whole audienceBishop: Man's ego is inflated, says God's laws are outdated, they don't apply no more,You can't rely no more to be standin' around waitin'Well, sin, it does deprave, imagine the martys turnin' over in their gravesAt the fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate SatanJustine, sweating, and blushing, looks around nervously for the exit.And there's a slow, (the coach stops in front of the church) slow train comin' up around the bend.Justine rolls over again, while Tom, smiling, watches his plant grow, hands folded behind him.Bishop, resuming: He's a great insinuator, false healer and woman haterMaster of the bluff and master of the propositionBut just learn to see the enemy looking past his claim of decency,And you must repent while it's still the hour of decisionFor there's a slow, (faceless pallbearers shuffle in through the back bearing a casket) slow train comin' (the plant's head starts to form) up around the bend. (Justine's uneasy slumber continues, we see.)AN ill wind is blowing, it's cold enough to be snowing (We see Justine's breath as she sleeps.)(He turns pleading.) Beware the toll, protect your soul and don't give it! (They lay the closed casket down up front.He says, "Lose your inhibitions, follow your own ambitions,"Well, goal ought to pursue righteousness, and really know how to live it. Justine gasps as they open the casket to reveal she's attending her own funeral.For there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend...In the real world, the blade of wheat has come to fruition, as Tom, still smiling looks down evilly at Justine, still dreaming fitful.Mourners gather around the corpse, including Justine.Justine's Mother, sniffing: Well, my child played it coy with some bad-talkin' boy who would destroyAgnes, comforting her: It was a real tragic case, but nothing could be done to stop it,Bishop, placing a hand on Justine's shoulder, while pointing to her corpse with the other: Now, don't you care about astrology, but you should care about this prophecy...Justine does briefly, before noticing Emily next to her, putting her hands on her face while resting her hands on the casket, gazing at the pale form.Emily, matter-of-factly: Oh, it sure does bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets!Bishop, motioning her to look where he's still pointing: There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend...(Crowd, in chorus: Around the bend!)Justine does indeed, now, look at herself, as the camera focuses on it, to, as the music ends, and Tom awakes her near sunrise to receive her wand.
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