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    dots Submission Name: Do You Know Zimmerman?dots

    Author: Roberto Santos
    ASL Info:    18/Male/India
    Elite Ratio:    2.96 - 118/159/75
    Words: 1724
    Class/Type: Prose/Serious
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       Original script I came up with today. To clarify, Robert Zimmerman is the real name of Bob Dylan, and I even included three Dylan songs in this.

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    dotsDo You Know Zimmerman?dots

    Scene 1
    (Scene opens to a park bench…the time is late at night…this is depicted by the sound of crickets and low intensity of light)
    (Man enters from stage right…seems to be a vagabond by his style of dressing)

    Vagabond: Do you know Robert Zimmerman?
    Vagabond: I said; do you know Robert Zimmerman?
    (There is a prolonged silence, punctuated by the sound of a harmonica playing)
    Yeah, no one knows Zimmerman these days…a pity…quite a great man.
    (Looks intently at audience)
    Do you know Zimmerman?
    (Waits for response)
    Come on…speak up! I don’t have all day.
    (Waits for a while…there is a saddened expression on his face…he seems to be broken by the fact)

    Vagabond: The tragedy of it is that now people will ask – who is Zimmerman?
    (Starts laughing uncontrollably)
    Who is Zimmerman?
    (Guffaws with almost mock hilarity)
    After 60 damned years, they ask me – who is Robert Zimmerman?
    (Stops suddenly and stares intently at the audience)
    But tell me honestly, do you know Zimmerman? Have you heard of such a man before?
    (Gets extremely agitated)
    Damn you, you bastards…don’t try my bloody patience….someone tell me, who is Zimmerman?

    (Light fades till only a vague figure of the vagabond is seen)
    Vagabond: They don’t know….Oh Lord above…they don’t know…how could this be…they don’t know!
    (Lights fade completely)

    Scene 2
    (Scene opens to man with guitar…there is a group behind him…presumably a chorus)
    Man: Mama, take this badge off of me
    I can't use it anymore.
    It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
    I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

    All: Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
    Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
    Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
    Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

    Man: Mama, put my guns in the ground
    I can't shoot them anymore.
    That long black cloud is comin' down
    I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

    All: Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
    Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
    Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
    Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door

    Scene 3
    (The time of the day is early in the morning)
    (The vagabond is lying unconscious on upstage right)
    (Woman enters)

    Woman: The morning light is like…blinding me, man.
    (Looks about…notices vagabond)
    Hey, what gives? Seems to me like someone’s had one too many!
    (Goes over to the vagabond)
    Hey, mister! Hey, mister, I’m talking to you…are you alive? Wake up!

    (Vagabond wakes groggily)
    Vagabond: What happened?

    Woman: You’re sleeping on the damn pavement, buddy, that’s what happened!

    Vagabond: Where am I? Is this the park?

    Woman: Yup…that’s the place all right. You seem drunk…are you?

    Vagabond: No, no…haven’t touched alcohol in days…
    (Looks around…seems irritated)
    Look here, who are you and why the hell do you ask so many questions?

    Woman: Hey, take it easy, man! No reason to get all agitated, you know!

    Vagabond: Speak for yourself…here I am minding my own business…and you go interrogating like a damn cop!

    Woman: Hey, quit it, okay…was just concerned…my mistake.

    Vagabond: Wait, perhaps you could help me…do you know Zimmerman?
    Woman: What did you say?

    Vagabond: Do you know Zimmerman?

    Woman: The name sounds like one I’ve heard before…

    Vagabond: Oh, Lord Almighty! Can it get any worse? Robert Allen Zimmerman – reduced to someone who’s “name sounds like one I’ve heard before”! Oh, God! Oh, God!

    Woman: Are you in pain?

    Vagabond: More pain than you can ever imagine, my dear lady…a pain you will probably never experience like I do.

    Woman: Why do you care so much, mister?

    Vagabond: I love music, my lady…I love peace…I love all of womankind…but it hurts…it hurts so bad that people don’t know who Zimmerman is…Robert Zimmerman is an unknown figure in our world…and that tortures my soul more than you can ever know…

    Woman: So tell me about Robert Zimmerman…

    (Lights fade)

    Scene 4
    (Man with guitars comes back on stage…there’s a man with a violin alongside him)
    Man: Come gather 'round people
    Wherever you roam
    And admit that the waters
    Around you have grown
    And accept it that soon
    You'll be drenched to the bone.
    If your time to you
    Is worth savin'
    Then you better start swimmin'
    Or you'll sink like a stone
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come writers and critics
    Who prophesize with your pen
    And keep your eyes wide
    The chance won't come again
    And don't speak too soon
    For the wheel's still in spin
    And there's no tellin' who
    That it's namin'.
    For the loser now
    Will be later to win
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come senators, congressmen
    Please heed the call
    Don't stand in the doorway
    Don't block up the hall
    For he that gets hurt
    Will be he who has stalled
    There's a battle outside
    And it is ragin'.
    It'll soon shake your windows
    And rattle your walls
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Come mothers and fathers
    Throughout the land
    And don't criticize
    What you can't understand
    Your sons and your daughters
    Are beyond your command
    Your old road is
    Rapidly agin'.
    Please get out of the new one
    If you can't lend your hand
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    The line it is drawn
    The curse it is cast
    The slow one now
    Will later be fast
    As the present now
    Will later be past
    The order is
    Rapidly fadin'.
    And the first one now
    Will later be last
    For the times they are a-changin'.

    Scene 5
    (The day has progressed…lights are now at full intensity)
    (The vagabond and woman are on stage right and stage left respectively)
    (Man enters from stage left)
    (Man seems to be a person considerably well-off…he is dressed in a suit and has a slight accent…couldn’t be more of a contrast with the vagabond)

    Vagabond: Does he know?

    Woman: How on earth do you expect him to know?

    (Vagabond approaches man)
    Vagabond: Sir, do you know Robert Zimmerman?

    Man: I don’t know what you’re talking about – who is Zimmerman?
    (Vagabond starts laughing uncontrollably)
    Vagabond: He asks me who Zimmerman is. (Laughs again) Who is Zimmerman?

    Man: Have you gone mad?

    Woman: Please, sir…excuse him…he doesn’t intend to be rude…he’s just not very good with people.

    Man: That I can see quite clearly…Do you have any idea as to what he’s talking about?

    Woman: He kept talking about some Robert Zimmerman and was praising him a great deal…but I’ve no idea who Zimmerman is.

    Man: I pity him…by the way, have you heard about the war?

    Vagabond: Did you say war?

    Man: Yes, war. The US have declared war on Iran for something about its illegal nuclear programme…it’s caused a huge splash on today’s headlines…

    Vagabond: They don’t know Zimmerman indeed…I doubt they ever will…War! It’s as common as a bloody cold these days…if only they knew about him…if only they cared for him…this wouldn’t have been the case…and they call me mad! Mad! They are the ones who are mad!

    Man: My dear fellow, are you sure you’re alright?

    Woman: Don’t bother about him, sir…can you tell us anything else about today’s news sir?

    Man: Well, it’s actually the same as everyday…fuel prices gone up…murder…rape…all that jazz.

    (Vagabond laughs)

    Man: Well…you better watch yourself…you’ll get into trouble with the police with that kind of attitude.

    Vagabond: Who are you to tell me? I don’t give a bloody damn about the police and I don’t give a damn about you.

    Woman: The man’s just trying to be nice, you know.

    Man: I better be off…good day all!
    (Exit stage right)

    Woman: What do you get all upset at strangers for? They don’t mean you harm.

    Vagabond: That’s what it seems like to all…everyone seems innocent and nice…but that just hides the devil in them…the types who’d stab you as soon as you turn your back on them…I’m not gonna fall for that…

    Woman: And you’re eternal question about Zimmerman…why are you obsessed with that man…why does it bother you so much that people don’t know what you’re talking about?

    Vagabond: Robert Zimmerman was, and indeed, is a good man…his messages were relevant to society, he lent our conscience a voice…today we can’t recognize that voice…we don’t know our conscience…that’s how half the troubles in the world are caused…

    Woman: So why don’t you tell people who Zimmerman is…and teach them what you told me…


    Vagabond: I can try…but it’ll do no good…I tried it once before…people called me mad…whenever someone tries to spread the message of peace and love…people call him mad…mad, for trying to bring back sanity to them…

    Woman: So do you know Zimmerman?

    Vagabond: I thought I did…I’m beginning to have my doubts…

    (Light begins to fade)

    (Vagabond and woman begin to laugh uncontrollably)

    Scene 6
    (Man with guitar)

    Man: How many roads must a man walk down
    Before you call him a man?
    Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
    Before she sleeps in the sand?
    Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
    Before they're forever banned?
    The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
    The answer is blowin' in the wind.

    How many times must a man look up
    Before he can see the sky?
    Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
    Before he can hear people cry?
    Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
    That too many people have died?
    The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
    The answer is blowin' in the wind.

    How many years can a mountain exist
    Before it's washed to the sea?
    Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
    Before they're allowed to be free?
    Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
    Pretending he just doesn't see?
    The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
    The answer is blowin' in the wind.


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      Actually I knew this! lol! I'm a fan of Dylan's lyrical style. Recently I've been listening to "Joker Man" and I'm intrigued by the lyrics of that song. Anyway this is original.
    | Posted on 2006-07-24 00:00:00 | by Martin S. Allen | [ Reply to This ]

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