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Between-songs transcript - London, England (8 July 2026) (Night One)
If u saw this one that i just posted and immediately deleted pretend you didnt. Had to fix a million things… I couldn’t find a decent B stage recording until my dear pal R saved my soul thank you R. Anyway apologies for having taken ages I have been a busy Beatrice. Catching up… under the cut 🙏
A-STAGE
[before disappear]
[Gerard]: Oh! Cue the music! London! Wembley, wherever you are! It’s good to be here with you people tonight. But there is one reason that has brought us all here. A very, very important man, Draagred Magazine’s Most Interesting Man for 27 straight years in a row, ladies and gentlemen, if you would be so kind as to put your hands together, and make some noise for His Grand Immortal Dictator. Bask in it! Keep it going, nice and loud! Our lives may depend on it. Behind us here, the Draag National Auxiliary Band, please make some noise for them. And we are, The Fifty-Second Regiment of The Black Parade. But first, we shall raise a toast, for regiments zero through fifty-one. Let me hear you all the way around! London, if you wanna dance…
[before i dont love you][elexecution]
[Gerard]: London! When you came into this stadium today, you received a sign. One side is red and says yea. Let me see the yeas. Beautiful sea of red! The other side says nay. Let me see that. Woah, so fast! I know it’s only on the other side, but that was very quick! This is gonna be a lot of fun. So, the thing is, in Draag we hold votes all the time. We hold elections. And, these four individuals over here, since I know you guys like sports, let’s talk about sports. We got a sport in Draag called Tossadog. How it works is, you toss a dog, and then maybe the dog tosses you. If the dog tosses you further than you toss the dog, you lose. We have four losers right here. Four toss-the-dog losers. And now we have to decide what happens to them. Do we spare them, say yea? Do we execute them, say nay. Myself, The Black Parade, His Grand Immortal Dictator, invites you to take participation in democracy. [laughs once] If we execute them, yea! If we spare them, nay! There’s always more red, but it is a really slim margin. There’s always more read. Alright, then, my friend, roll! Ready! Aim! Fire! Excellent. Like the golden fields of wheat. But you must save your tears for them.
[during mama][dagger part]
[Gerard]: Hello! How are you? Are you feeling better? Looking quite well? We got something to show you. Something to sing. It’s looked much better. And no diamond ring!
[introducing Sylvia]
[Gerard]: No! [wails] You are not supposed to be here! With us tonight… tonight, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve come all the way from New Yawk City. We tell jokes, we sing songs, sometimes we perform magic. We’re magicians, this is true. This lovely lady right here, this lovely young woman, from Langley, Illinois, is our assistant. And she has agreed to let us make her disappear. Let all of us vanish the fuck out of here. The magic words are simple, they’re numbers, really. I say, goes like this, maybe, but, what I do is, i say one, i say two, and then you say—[high pitched voice] one, two, three, four! [normal voice] Let’s try it. Are you ready? Fantastic! Are you ready to do it for real?
[Projection Guy]: Our time has come. The button pressed, and a simple act has meaning. A single word repeats across the stars, and then our hearts: greatness. Then comes the time when all must ask, what cost to hide? What loss so great, to scrawl our names in sand, or chisel them in concrete? Goodnight, my friends. Goodnight to all.
B-STAGE
[before Venom]
[Gerard]: Yeah. Yeah, I remember. Yeah, I remember when we wrote that, right? It’s fucking nuts. Slap-back! Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba! Sla-ba-ba-ba-ba! Speakers. Y—you dont—it doesn’t matter to you. I’m having fun, having a good time, sounds great. You guys sound great! This guy sounds great, he always sounds good. Are we fucking ready to keep going, London?! This song is called ‘Thank You For The Venom’.
[before cemetery drive]
[Gerard]: Demons! Work ‘em all out, y’know, shake ‘em out. Shake that shit out. You know what I’m saying? Ugh, man. So, uh, this is, uh, this is day three of our UK tour. Today we got the honour of having Skunk Anansie opening up for us, please make some fucking noise for them. Amazing band, and I actually first heard of them, there’s a Kathryn Big—Kathryn Bigelow movie called “Strange Days”, and it was one of my—it’s still one of my all-time favourite movies, and, um, it’s, like, the first time I saw Ralph Fiennes as an actor, Angela Bassett’s amazing in it, Juliette Lewis, Tom Sizemore being Tom Sizemore, it’s just full of stuff, y’know? But anyway, had this amazing song in the trailer, and it was the—fuckin’, best trailer I ever saw. And Skunk Anansie was the song, called ‘Selling Jesus’, so, I was really fucking psyched about them being here today. Make some noise for Skunk Anansie, please. Lot of thank yous right now. Jarrod Alexander, playing the fucking drums with us for a very long time, fucking Jamie Muhoberac, playing the keys on the records, ‘Foundations Of Decay’, with Jarrod, just—tons of stuff. Paper Kingdoms. W—didn’t come out. Kinda. Please make some noise for the Draag National Auxiliary Band. Clarice Jensen, who helped us out with the intro to Bullets tonight, Kayleigh Goldsworthy, phenomenal musician, Tucker Rule, phenomenal drummer, in an amazing band with Frank called L.S. Dunes, full of wonderful fucking humans. And one big round of applause for our cast, on ze BP, and our crew for this whole fucking thing. Really special team. What do we got next? Oh, cool! This song’s off Three Cheers, it’s called ‘Cemetery Drive’.
[before planetary go]
[Gerard]: We are professionals. He knows it. I don’t know, you—you—we know it. Smooth. Sliding on ice, you know what I mean? I don’t know what that means. Oh, we haven’t played this yet on tour. Hold on! We’re gonna dance. You wanna dance. You love to dance over here in the UK! Happy Mondays, all that kinda stuff? You guys love it, right? Trance, right? All that rave shit? You guys love rave shit, right? Let’s fucking do it, this song is called ‘Planetary (GO!)’!
[before give em hell kid]
[Gerard]: I usually have, in these scenarios, I usually have, like, a story, or two, to tell. I actually have—it’s not every time—sometimes, you know? I—I haven’t been telling any! I don’t have any. I’m out of ‘em. There’s a lot of them—there’s just—what’s your story? [whispers] what’s your story? What’s your story, Mikey? What’s everybody’s stories? [exclaims] You guys wanna hear a song off Revenge? You smart people, you guys just wanna fucking punish each-other. Let’s fucking do it. This song’s called ‘Give ‘Em Hell, Kid’!
[before Jack The Ripper]
[Gerard]: Thank you so much. It would, um, to call this, like, a head-fuck or a mind-blow is an understatement. It was, at times, very hard to stay in character over there. Um. Seriously, just kind of coming out and, in the light, seeing all of you. One of the things about Long Live, is that, when I first started working on it, it was actually meant, like, at least half the show—the election was meant to be in daylight, so we got that now. It keeps going. It keeps going, even when there’s pyro, but we’ve got the daylight we wanted. It’s very nice. But, um, we played here a long time ago—only one time, when we opened up for Muse, you guys were there? Did you see that guy throw a peach at Frank, he picked it up, fucking ate it like a badass and then just threw it? Was like, he’s so tough. He—seriously, admiration. No, he fucking ripped it. But Muse are awesome. Really fucking amazing guys. They were on tour with us in the States, for Black Parade, but then everybody got fucking food poisoning, and then, it, like, killed a corner of the tour, and Muse went home on a airplane. Ooh! Airplane! See you later! See you another time! What? You remember that shit? Mayonnaise, motherfuckers. We got a song, um, we’ve only played, how long have we been a band? It’s over twenty, right—cuz Black—anyway, this is a song we only played early on in the beginning, because we only had five of our own. So we took a song and we played it. I guess it’s a—it’s a cover. It’s a little different now.
[before destroya]
[Gerard]: Who’s your god? Who is your god? What is… what is your god? You are not god! We are not god! This is a song off Danger Days. About a large mighty destructing force, I picture a giant machine. From the sky raining down fire upon its enemies. Come on! I’m sick! I’m sick, sick, sick, sick. I’m sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick…
[before not okay]
[Gerard]: Thank you. It smells really nice up here. I don’t know—I just caught a whiff of something really, really excellent. Like, sweet, kinda floral. Oh, I don’t know where it’s coming from. But great job. So, um, one of the things Jamie and I were talking about before we came out here, too, is the fact, that, like, um, we’re really lucky that we get to do this two more times, because, like, doing that once, doing, like, today, is—just—it’s so—you want to just do it again. So, we get to do it two more times. Who’s coming to those? Oh, it’ll be a good time. They’re all different. So, if you just come tonight, you got your own shit happening. You really do. We’re gonna play, uh, we got the greatest summer jam of all time. Queued up, ready to go. Let’s do it!
[i have nothing for na na na idk if he said anything im sorry]
[before helena]
[Gerard]: Ladies and gentlemen. Hi Wembley. Thank you guys so much. For making our second time here so very fucking special. We—you guys know how much we love the UK, because the UK loved us first, so. Fucking fantastic. It’s a very pretty interesting story I’m going to tell about our history of the United Kingdom, and all the stuff and fruit throwing at us that happened and all kinds of wonderful things and, we appreciate you, that’s all. I can appreciate things. Thank you. There’s just too many stories, that’s all it is! I met Greg Dulli[?] here when I was young. It was fucking awesome. Um. Yeah, we don’t wanna do that. We’re just really dragging this shit out. That’s what’s happening here. You guys were stuck with this all night, but you have to listen to Green Box [noise machine noises] like, all fucking night! Alright, London! One more chance to sing. Really loud.
We all act like we're a universally "fuck that old man" type fandom but TBH I think some of you (maybe a lot of you) are just saying that shit because everyone else does. Like it's fine and developmentally appropriate to not be into people twice your age but quit stealing valor from the real old man fuckers. I take my old man fucking extremely seriously.
We've all made our peace with wrinkles and grays but let's be real that's amateur hour. Things you need to start finding sexy or at the very least learn how to treat neutrally before you can claim yourself a true old man fucker:
Balding/hair loss
Thickening body hair
Loose skin
Age spots
Fatness
Erectile dysfunction
Menopause and its associated symptoms
Mobility aids/medical equipment
Obviously none of these things are age specific. But that's all the more reason to stop acting foolish about them. These are all normal things and they can all be fucking sexy!!!!
someone take the most exalted vocalist to margaritaville and get her a jammin jambalaya and why not a cheeseburger in paradise too we’re in jimmy’s terrain anything could happen
it doesnt make sense that a penis would get bigger if yoiu jerk it off youre literally compressing it. go crumple a can rn and tell me its bigger im not buying this narrative
