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| [A very purple and orange video, brought to you by the Newsboys of April 1993.] | [Lots
of dancing and head-banging, but thankfully not the intricately
choreographed dancing of their early, early years.] |
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| [Who's
this mysterious figure prowling around who plays no instrument
and does not sing? Well, if you ask Peter, he says it's Carmen
(see the chat section), but in actuality it's jobless John, who
was not the singer of this song. That honor falls to Peter.] |
[Gotta start a song with a big ol' kick. That's a must.] |
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| Oi,
boy. Got a new gig. It's jammin' your brain like a too-tight wig. |
Stuff
this new religious phase. Your home is here in a yellow haze. Oi, boy, what are you doin'? Wearing your faith like a new tattoo |
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When friends and formers don't approve this. [Jobless John has found a job: pretending to shoot the video.] |
I cannot get You, [Drummer/singer Furler pulling double duty.] |
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| I cannot
get You I do not want You Out of my head. |
[No idea who this is. A baby Newsie. My knowledge begins and ends there...] |
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[Another big kick to start off verse two.] Oi, boy, what are you on? |
[Cinematographer John and star Peter having creative differences?] We'd try to help you, but you're too far gone. |
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As all your efforts to inspire us [It's a baby Newsie again. But who?! I really do need to learn my baby Newsies...] |
[Kevin Mills, I do believe. But with my "awesome" brain for faces, maybe not.] I cannot get You, Always stalled by hidden fears. |
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[A little outside shot for you, in case you were getting tired of the warehouse.] Push the throttle through the floor, |
Evermore! [Ah, the undershirt and flannel phase... Peter's style has changed a bit.] |
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| [Cory Pryor I
think (maybe?) playing one of those guitar/keyboard hybrids that
used to be all the rage.] |
[A goofy look from the guy I'm calling Cory for the lack of a better name.] |
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[Oh those spastic Newsfellahs.] I cannot get You, |
[They're using a weird glowing filter on the edges of the warehouse windows and some other objects. It's not your monitor going nuts.] I do not want You |
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[As we say around my house, he's John James-ing, referring to John's rather unique way of "dancing" around.] Out of my system. |
[Mugging for the camera just a bit.] I cannot get You, I cannot get You, |
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[Someone's ready for their closeup.] I do not want You |
[The wild Furler has been caged. Citizens around the world may now sleep at night, knowing they are safe.] I cannot get You, |
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