School of Rock Page #4

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Since I'm band manager, and I have|the most responsibility, wouldn't...?

Summer, if you grade-grub, I will send|you back to the first grade. You got it?

- Back to your seat now.|- Fine.

- What are we gonna play?|- You don't have to worry about that.

We have awesome material,|which I wrote.

Let's hear it.

- What?|- Let's hear your song.

You wanna hear my song?

I'll play you my song,|if you want.

The thing is,|I just want you to keep in mind,

I wrote it in, like, 15 minutes.

- It's not done. You might not like...|- Just play the song, Schneebly.

OK, I will sing it for you,|but let me just get in the zone.

I was not planning on unveiling it,

but I will sing it.

Tip of the tongue,|teeth and the lips.

OK.

It starts off...

...a dark stage,

and then a beam of light,

and you can see me|and my guitar.

In the end of time

There was a man|Who knew the road

And the writing|Was written on the stone

And then a thin layer of fog|comes in around my ankles.

Roadies, that means dry ice.|We're gonna talk about this later.

In the ancient time

An artist led the way

But no one|Seemed to understand

Chimes, Freddy.

In his heart he knew

The artist must be true

But the legend of the rent|Was way past due

And then, Katie, you come in|with the bass.

Well, you think you'll bejust fine|Without me, but you're mine

You think you can|Kick me out of the band

And then, Zack, you come in|with a face-melter.

OK?|Well, there'sjust one problem there

The band is mine

How can you kick me out|Of what is mine?

And then...

Hawaii Five-O.|You ever see that show?

OK, well,|there's a drum solo in it that goes:

You're not hardcore

Unless you live hardcore

And I want the backup singers|to be like:

Well, you're not hardcore|No, you're not hardcore

Unless you live hardc...|Unless you live hardcore

But the legend of the rent|Was way hardcore

Boom! Big old explosion.

Some, like, confetti comes down.

That's all I got so far.|It's a work in progress.

I liked it, Mr. Schneebly.|I thought it was really catchy.

Thank you.

Mr. S? We came up|with some names for the band.

- Yeah? Hit me.|- The Bumblebees?

- No, it's sissy.|- The Koala Bears?

What are you talking about?|It's sissy.

I need to speak|with Principal Mullins.

Hey, Miss Mullins. Hello.|How's it going?

- How about "Pig Rectum"?|- Michelle!

It's a science project.

Listen, Ros, I was thinking|about organizing a field trip.

- What do you think about that?|- Well...

...substitutes, as a rule,|do not organize field trips.

But I figure I'm gonna be here|for a while.

Well, that remains to be seen.

- Have you met our other teachers?|- No.

But the kids could learn|by getting out of the classroom.

It's more complicated than that.|There's safety issues.

Parents need to be notified.|It's against school policy.

Mr. S, I have a lot of ideas.

How about everyone in magenta|with beads and sequins?

Billy, I'm talking to Principal Mullins.

- Oh, hi.|- William.

I'll make up some samples.

Everyone, this is Ned Schneebly.|He's covering for Gail.

Gabe Green. He teaches second.|Jane Lemmons, fourth.

Bob's our P.E. teacher.

- Roberta's our librarian.|- How do you do?

- Care to join us, Mr. Schneebly?|- Yeah.

- Did I say that correctly? "Schneebly"?|- Actually, it's "Schnayblay".

We were just discussing testing.

Which test do you find most effective,|the TASS or the Wilson-Binet?

I say no testing,|and I will tell you why, Joe.

- Gabe.|- Gabe. I believe...

...that the children are the future.

Now, you can teach them well,

but you have gotta let them|lead the way.

Let the children's laughter...

...just remind us|how we used to be.

That's what I decided long ago.

Isn't that a song?

No. I don't think so. No.

- No?|- No, it isn't.

You sure?

So you think you'll bejust fine|Without me, but you're mine

You think you can|Kick me out of the band

Well, there'sjust one problem there

The band is mine

How can you kick me out|Of what is mine?

Everybody.

- Because you're not hardcore|- No, you're not hardcore

- Unless you live hardcore|- Unless you live hardcore

But the legend of the rent|Was way hardcore

All right. Good. Stop.

OK, Freddy, that was awesome.

You're rocking,|but it's a little sloppy-joe.

Tighten up the screws, OK?

Zack, dude, what's up|with the stiffness, man?

You're looking a little robotronic.|OK?

Let's grease up the hinges,|and listen,

loosey-goosey, baby,|loosey-goosey.

- I'm playing it the way you told me.|- I know, it's perfect.

But rock is about the passion, man.|Where's the joy?

You're lead guitarist. We are|counting on you for style, brother.

So try out this ancient technique.|It's called "power stance".

That's it. You own the universe.

Now give me an E chord.|Just go:

But let me hear:

Yeah, now raise your goblet of rock.|It's a toast to those who rock.

Now smile and nod your head|and let me see your eyeballs wide

like there's something wrong.|Yeah!

Do it again. Give me that:

That's what I'm talking about.|OK, let's do it again,

from "You're not hardcore".|One, two, three.

- You're not hardcore|- No, you're not hardcore

- Unless you live hardcore|- Unless you live hardcore

And the legend of the rent|Was way hardcore

Yeah! Now we're rocking.

Your homework is to listen|to some real music. Get inspired.

For Blondie, Blondie.

For Lawrence, Yes.|That's the name of the band.

Listen to the keyboard solo|on "Roundabout".

It will blow the classical music|out your butt.

OK, for you, Rush, 2112.|Neil Peart,

one of the great drummers|of all time. Study up.

- Are we gonna goof off every day?|- We're not goofing off.

We're creating musical fusion.

Are we gonna do that every day?

Yeah. Get used to it.

OK, and for you, Jimi Hendrix,|Axis: Bold As Love.

- Are you psyched about the project?|- Sure.

"Sure"? Hey. Wait. What's up?|Are you...?

You're the lead guitarist|of an unbelievable rock band.

- This is a dream come true for you.|- OK.

All right. I'll see you.

- Mr. S?|- Hey, Tomika, what's up?

- I don't want to be a roadie.|- Why not? It's an important job.

All right. Well...

You wanna be security?

I wanna be a singer.

A singer?

OK. Sing me something.

I can't let you be a singer|if you can't sing.

You told me|To leave you alone

My papa said,|"Come on home"

My doctor said,|"Take it easy"

But your loving|Is much too strong

I'm welded to your|Chain, chain, chain

Oh, my goodness.|Nice pipes, Tomika.

Why didn't you raise your hand|when I was looking for singers?

You're in.

Welcome aboard. OK, perfect.|Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon.

Listen to the vocal solo|on "The Great Gig in the Sky".

All right? All right.

Off to work.

Goodbye.

You can play music|after your homework,

after your chores,|but not until then.

Zack! Zack, do not walk away from me|when I'm talking to you.

It's very rude. All right?

Last thing...|Guitar after homework and chores,

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