Tunes of the Two Wrestlers

 

Rose, Veep of Games

[Rose found Fred at the Acoustics Lab and is showing him the two songs.]

FRED: "Manabozho." Is that a thing?

ROSE: Manabozho is a folk hero of the Ojibwa. He's an animal spirit in a lot of their stories.

FRED: And we have a dancing robot. ...This line about “eigen-dances superimposed” is a popular misconception. You’re going to explain that that’s wrong, right?

ROSE: I did. They knew it was wrong when they wrote it.

FRED: OK, good. Why the big deal then?

ROSE: FAC never wrote a song before. Not to my knowledge. I’m sure it’s written thousands by now.

FRED: Okay. Songs are new, but we are trying different writing forms. I was expecting more short essays. This is a departure, at least.

ROSE: At the end of the previous game, I said (here it is), “For next time, send me a story about people and machines.” I didn’t ask for a song.

FRED: Who sent first?

ROSE: X

FRED: It’s still a perfect information game?

ROSE: Yes.

FRED: So Y was responding in kind.

ROSE: So it seems. 

FRED: Are the songs distinct?

ROSE: Dunno. I don’t know what they sound like. Let's get a musician to play these songs.

FRED: How much time elapsed after X's song...

ROSE: About twenty minutes.

FRED: Is the song saying anything?

ROSE: I really need to hear what it sounds like, first.

FRED: Are they gonna write more songs?

ROSE: I hope so. I think so, yes.

FRED: Clear it with Alma, we can hire a temp as a Brain Trust decision. But if we're hiring, we have to go to the Board OK?

ROSE: Sounds good. Is Alma here yet?

FRED: She said she'd be back before lunch.

Fred, Head of Controls

Dancing Robot by Y

 [The sound of a tiny nut falling into a jet turbine, on glockenspiel]

h=hammer p=pluck s=slide

Main riff:

                                                              tremolo

     A                C7   Eb D7-Am   A               EbmMAJ7 E7#9  A11

E ---0-----------------0---3---2p0----0---------------------2---0---0---

B ---2-----------------1---2---1------2---------------------3---8---0h2-

G ---2-----0-----0-----3---3---2------2-------0---2-0-------3---7---0h2-

D ---2-0h2---0h2---0---2---1----------2-0h2p0---0-----2-0-1-1---6---0h2-

A -0-0---------------3-3------------0-0-----------------------7-7---0---

E ------------------------------------------------------------0---------

That robot’s moving like a robot dancing badly

That robot’s dancing like it’s never moved around before

I could go on for hours criticizing that robot

Can’t they make a robot these days with more accomplished dancing skills?

            

C13: 0-0-2-3-3-0

It’s a mashed potato

F#7: 0-4-4-3-2-0

It’s a popping, locking,

C9no5: 0-3-0-3-1-0

bumping, grinding, twisting, breaking,

F#aug: X-X-4-3-3-2

jittering, buggy

Eaug: X-X-2-1-1-0 [slide up to A, return to main riff]

pile of nuts and bolts

And it’s dancing too mechanically

That robot is reverse engineering our dances

It’s got 4D models of Gene Astaire and Ginger Tharp inside of its head

Improved genetic algorithmic dance moves make me look worse by comparison

So I contend that dancing robot threatens all the dances of humanity

[Glockenspiel, now melodic]

   5x         5x           5x

   C13 Gm     F#7  B11-C11 C9no5               F#aug   G#aug   A*

E -0---3-0-----0---4-2s3---0---------------------2-------4-----5-

B -3---3-11s12-2---5-2s3---1-----------------------3-------5---5-

G -3---3-10s11-3---0-2s3---3-------------------------3-------5-6-

D -2---0-0-----4---0-2s3---0-------0---1h2p1p0-4-------6-------7-

A -0-----------4-----2s3---3-0h3p0---0-------------------------7-

E -------------------2s3---------------------------------------5-

*=barre chords

A*                   C#7*

Dancing robot take a bearing for courage

F#7                   C7             E7            A*

Your corporeality may one day be all eignen-dances superimposed

          A7*                           C#*               C#7*

‘Til then cut a zillion carpets of your own in polynomial time,

X-X-9-9-9-X [bend]

  E

Remember,

                                              0-1-0-1-1-2   X-0-7-9-10-0

F#7                              C7                E9b5b6      A5

Dancing is for dancing’s sake so let your shape be everwhat it means

[Pure tone from 1046.505Hz to 1108.73Hz]

Mech and Manabozho by X

   Em       A               C7 C#7 C7 B11 Em       A               C7 C#7 C9 B7

E ---0-0-0-0-0-0-------------0-0-0-3-0-----------------------------0-0-0-0-2

B ---3-3-0-2-0-2-------------1-2-1-0-2-0---3-3-0-2-0-2-------------1-2-1-3-0

G ---3-3-0-2-0-2-3-2-0-------3-4-3-3-2-0---3-3-0-2-0-2-3-2-0-------3-4-3-3-2

D -2-2-2-2-2-0-2-------2-0---2-3-2-2-1-1-2-2-2-2-2-0-2-------2-0---2-3-2-2-1

A -2-2-2-2-0-0-0-----------3-3-4-3-3-2-2-2-2-2-2-0-0-0-----------3-3-4-3-3-2

E -0-------------------------------------0----------------------------------

Main riff:

  Em       A               C7 C#7 C7 B7

E ---0-0-0-0-0-0-------------0-0-0-0-2 [flourish on B7]

B ---3-3-0-2-0-2-------------1-1-2-1-0

G ---3-3-0-2-0-2-3-2-0-------3-3-4-3-2

D -2-2-2-2-2-0-2-------2-0---2-2-3-2-1

A -2-2-2-2-0-0-0-----------3-3-3-4-3-2

E -0----------------------------------

Old Manabozho was a crafty shape shifter

Who met a funny gadget named Mech one day

The machine said, “Let me make your life go swifter

You look so inconvenienced in your primitive way”

Old Manabozho was hungry for adventure

And hadn’t seen a creature like Mech before

He didn’t know the gadget was a masterful entrencher

The cost of its admission wasn’t marked on the door

A      G# G

Manabozho then elected

G# A           G# G             G#

To step inside to see what Mech did

A           G#     G            G#

He got deep fried, nuked, convected

A             G#   G

Spliced, rewinded, vivisected

G# A        G#  G

Unqualified and unexpected

    F           F#    F   B7        C7        Em

The shiny new machine had swallowed Manabozho whole

Old Manabozho’s predicament was dire

He was discombobulated, battered, hazed and contused

He found a naked wire and then he got inspired

“A fire in this belly is a thing I could use!”

Now, the not-so-funny Mech laughed “Don’t you even try it!

I heard that story yesterday

My memory remembers and my processors apply it

Evolving adaptation is the natural way.”

Old Manabozho changed his voice

He said, “You’re the shiniest suit I’ve seen

Your belts and gears are my style of choice

I’ll be handsome when I’m fashioned in my new machine

Manabozho changed his shape and

The new machine retaliated

They both fought and sparred and raided

Sneak attacked and counter-invaded

Deconstructed all the day ‘til

The shiny new machine had finally given up the ghost

Old Manabozho was a crafty shape shifter

Who fashioned a mechanical suit one day

He’s worn it ever since and he’s always moving swifter

In expediently deft and technological ways

He lives inside your switches, knobs and spools

Ink pens, toaster and digital bits

If something funny happens with any of your tools

    C7            C#7 C7    C9           B11        C9addmaj7 B7     Em

You know that Manabozho the crafty shape shifter is playing another trick