The Jungle Land Song

Rehearsal on the glass enclosed sun porch in San Diego

Jungle Book Land Song

Woodleaf: Cue the dancing bears

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments. Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents.

We came to the Jungle Book Land
to get away from the Four Fruits
But as it turned out the

Cracky: It’s not a Jungle.

Woodleaf: Shut up, Cracky, you will ruin the recording

Take it from the top.

(soft rhythmic drumming)

We came to the Jungle Book Land
Where the Barbaloo Bears play bongos
in their Bear Barbaloo Suits

Woodleaf: Stop, wait, cut

Suits rhymes with fruits
try to work in some way to blend suits with fruits in the lyrics

Bears Growl Now

Woodleaf: Dramatic aside: I am liking the bears, but is there some way to turn off the pigs, chickens, cats, and dogs?

Growl, the Bears ate all our books
We forgot our history, so we

Cracky: Everyone forgets their History. Consider the California Indians

Woodleaf: Cracky, no more side comments. Stick to regular bird cries, you are throwing off my creative composure.

Bears, at the ready!

Growl, Dance, Flash Red Eyes

Cracky Squawk Now

Ooga-chaka Ooga-chaka

Bring in George of the Swinging Vines

We have no Jungle, but there are some Trees

Poor George! He hit the tree again.

We came from the cities to live in the forest

Yassassin

Cracky: What does that mean?

Woodleaf: Its Turkish, for I don’t know what.

The cymbals cling, the triangles ting

It comes together a wonderful thing!

Great Job, Cracky, Time to break for lunch

Lauren: Hopefully the piece will be finished soon. Rehearsal has not been going as smoothly as we hoped. The noise from the trash collection vehicle (land barge), has ruined our best take.

Ann: I always make my husband’s lunch.  He eats mashed potatoes for lunch, only the white ones. He only eats white foods. In the morning, he eats untoasted white bread with butter. I butter the bread for him. Sometimes the bread is too soft and the butter is too hard and it falls apart and he gets mad.

Woodleaf: Stop it, Ann. you’re embarrassing me. Bring me a diet Coke.
My energy is lagging. Rehearsal is exhausting. The Bears are not growling on cue.

Cracky wants to ship books to Neuva Germania, but I know that I never want to go there. The cost of shipping them and then allowing them to travel overland would be excessive. Can they even read German in Neuva Germania?

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