A Mighty Wind Page #8

What?

Every morning at 5:00

The farmer jumps out of bed

Washes up, he ties his shoes

Puts his hat upon his head

So far, so good.

-Ready, two.

-Two.

-Ready, three, wide.

-Three.

Oh, my God. Mitch is gone.

He's just, he's gone.

Mitch is gone. Oh, my God.

Without Mitch, we got gornisht.

We have nothing.

Well, we're gonna go find him.

We'll need some chickens.

We got any chickens?

How about this aisle?

Beyond this aisle.

Just beyond the man with the big shirt.

I want you to be my chickens.

I want to hear your best chicken sound.

Pretty good. That's the ticket.

You got it.

Now we want to hear from

our horse people. This section.

Not people with a sore throat,

people who can do a believable neigh!

We're gonna put a saddle

on you folks. Not really.

Does he have a cell phone or a pager?

-He's wandering. He likes to wander.

-They go on in a couple of minutes!

-He got a little nervous.

-I don't need this tsuris in my life.

I'm sure it's fine. Let's calm down.

-Is there a cockfight arena near here?

-She's joking, right?

At least he's not lying on the ground

or anything.

-Why didn't someone go out with him?

-What?

-Can she do these songs solo?

-It's not my fault.

And the chickens cluck

The horses neigh

Crickets go fiddle-dee-dee

-Yes, they do.

-And the bullfrogs croak

The pigs oink, oink

It's a barnyard symphony

-Thank you so much.

-Excellent.

-Give yourselves a big hand.

-Give yourselves a big pat on the back.

Thank you very, very much for coming.

Thank you, Irv. Thanks for the good seats.

We are The Folksmen. We hope

you've had a wonderful time tonight.

Thank you. Good night.

We gotta give them more.

We have to give them more.

Thank you for having us back.

We have a song we'd like to do

called "The Skeletons of Quinto."

We don't often do encores,

and this is why.

It has to do with a time

that I often think about...

...when this time of year rolls around.

A time of conflict and bloodshed.

The Spanish Civil War.

But our group historian, Mr. Mark Shubb,

knows more about that than I do.

Thank you very much, Alan.

In the late 1930s of the last century,

Spain was wracked by civil war.

What are you doing? Mitch could be

lying face down in a ditch!

-Would you consider doing both parts?

-No. I'd consider going home...

...bake a nice tray of Nanaimo bars,

lie in bed, watch TV.

That's what I like doing!

Mitch, where the hell were you?

-Are we on?

-You've been on for five minutes.

It's too late. I forgot what a selfish--

It just took me a while

to find a good one.

-That is nice.

-It's nice.

In the late summer, early fall of 1938...

...so the story goes

behind this particular song...

...in the green hills

just outside the city of Bar--

-Good night, everybody!

-Good night. Thank you very much.

They're called The Folksmen,

but after tonight's performance...

...I think we're all going to have to

call them "The Spokesmen"...

...because they sing beautifully

and they tell a fascinating story.

And now, ladies and gentlemen,

I have two words for you:

Mitch and Mickey.

We love you!

Thank you.

Thank you so much

for letting Mitch and I do this again.

It does not seem like just yesterday

that Mitch and I met...

...and started making music together.

I don't know if any of you know

or would even remember...

...that Mitch and I met in the hospital.

Mitch was there

with his jaw wired shut...

...after defending the honor

of a girl he didn't even know.

Me.

And I, of course, was there to visit.

I felt really bad.

And the only way that Mitch could

communicate with me was on paper.

Every word of it poetry.

And if you don't mind, Mitch...

...I have the very first poem...

...that you wrote me.

Parched in exile

Thirsty for your smile

Though silenced behind

This barbed-wire mask

Your spirit burns through

That I might bask

In your cool, misty loveliness

I just wanted a drink of water.

Oh, when the veil of dreams has lifted

And the fairy tales have all been told

There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow

I know this song.

This is that really pretty one.

With the kiss.

Turn it up a little bit.

-Remember?

-Yeah. Where they used to...

Yeah.

Wonder how they're gonna handle that.

-Five dollars says they do it.

-And a kiss is the oath that they swear

And when the veil of dreams has lifted

And the fairy tales have all been told

There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow

More precious than a pot of gold

My sweet, my dear, my darling

You're so far away from me

Though an ocean of tears divides us

-Let the bridge of our love span the sea

-Three. Twenty-two. Two.

Your kiss

There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow

More precious than a pot of

Gold

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Are you okay?

Excuse me, sir. Sorry. Sorry.

Hi, everybody!

-Good to be back!

-Thank you.

Thank you again.

We're back!

-"Mighty Wind."

-"Mighty Wind" in C.

One in C. Here we go.

One, two, three.

As I traveled down the back roads

Of this home I love so much

Every carpenter and cowboy

Every lame man on a crutch

They're all talking about a feeling

About a taste that's in the air

They're all talking about this mighty wind

That's blowing everywhere

Oh, a mighty wind's a-blowing

It's kicking up the sand

It's blowing out a message

To every woman, child and man

Yes, a mighty wind's a-blowing

Cross the land and cross the sea

It's blowing peace and freedom

It's blowing equality

From a lighthouse in Bar Harbor

To a bridge called Golden Gate

From a trawler down in Shreveport

To the shore of one Great Lake

There's a star on the horizon

And it's burning like a flare

It's lighting up this mighty wind

That's blowing everywhere

Oh, a mighty wind's a-blowing

It's kicking up the sand

It's blowing out a message

To every woman, child and man

Yes, a mighty wind's a-blowing

Cross the land and cross the sea

It's blowing peace and freedom

It's blowing equality

When the blind man sees the picture

When the deaf man hears the word

When the fisherman stops fishing

When the hunter spares the herd

We'll still hear the wondrous story

Of a world where people care

The story of this mighty wind

That's blowing everywhere

Oh, a mighty wind's a-blowing

It's kicking up the sand

It's blowing out a message

To every woman, child and man

Yes, a mighty wind's a-blowing

Cross the land and cross the sea

It's blowing peace and freedom

It's blowing equality

Yes, it's blowing peace and freedom

It's blowing you and me

So the morning after the big show

at Town Hall...

...the TV network executives

were crawling out of the woodwork...

...trying to get The New Main Street Singers

into a TV series.

We took some very nice meetings.

I ran over my ideas.

They loved my idea

where the kids played babies.

You know, in diapers. And...

...it always makes me laugh

to see babies talk like adults.

The network execs said, "Look, we're not

sitting in judgment of your ideas.

We love the kids,

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