Music Video Concept/Script
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(With the BEATED INTRO) to a series of shots:
- An extreme close-up of RED lipstick being applied to a pair of luscious lips.
- A close-up of a high heel being strapped to a smooth ankle.
- A nice chest: level shot of a pair of breasts to die for, a camouflage jacket being put on to keep ‘em in place.
- A large pair of reflective sunglasses are slid on, a hunter’s cap already covering the head.
(As that catchy GUITAR MELODY enters)
- An extreme close-up of someone playing that infectious MELODY on a Gibson guitar.
- A close-up of two 9mm handguns being prepared for action, one in each hand.
- Back to the extreme close-up of the guitar.
- A close-up of two cartridges slid into a double barrel shotgun, then the deadly piece of metal being jerked up into place.
- The extreme close-up on those lively strings again.
- Extreme close-up, those large reflective sunglasses look through the scope of a rifle.
The scoped rifle now strapped to the back of a motorcycle along with the shotgun, a long silk leg comes over the bike straddling it, with a pair of Daisy Dukes and that sexy bod they’re in sitting atop the warm vibrating iron horse.
Crane up and pan as the armed bombshell takes off down a desert highway.
From an extreme close-up of Malcolm squinting from the sun while biting down on a cigar…
Feel the pressure rise
We fall back as he steps off the porch of an ol’ ma and pop store while flicking his cigar away.
Hear the whistle blow
Just as his hand goes for the handle of his Harley a bullet blows it off, leaving nothing there to hold onto. A barrage of bullets follow, taking out other parts of his bike as well.
Frantic, the bombshell’s target quickly turns around to where he thinks the bullets are coming from. He’s right, as one comes straight for his head. (Simulating a bullet, the camera shoots in towards his face)
She bought a ticket of her own accord
Those reflective sunglasses look up from the rifle scope.
To I dunno
Our tantalizing assassin pulls up in front of an old rundown house.
Packed your heart in a travelin’ bag
Extreme close-up of that sharp heel of hers kicking her motorcycle kickstand into place.
I never said bye bye
Kicking back on the front porch with beer in hand Phil and Cliff watch in amusement as the revengeful beauty walks completely around her ride and to the other side, showing them that nice round ass as she retrieves…
Something missing in the neighborhood
Her shotgun. Aiming those two long barrels from the hip and towards them.
of her cryin’ eyes
Shocked, Phil and Cliff have just enough time to look at each other…
I stirred my coffee
As they go to dive out of their chairs in opposite directions, we freeze-frame on them.
with the same spoon
Cutting back to the curvaceous killer, she lifts the smoking shotgun up to rest on her shoulder.
To her favorite tune
Once again feeling that hot metal between her legs she takes off.
She’s gone shootin’
Inserting a quick shot of the JAMMING GUITAR…
We’re now on the side of the highway, doing a quick pan as she comes whizzing by.
My baby gone shootin’
From a shot inside a bar the door comes FLYING OPEN by means of our busty bombshells THRUSTING kick. She stands there in silhouette against the background of the sunset outside.
Wrap herself around
like a second skin
With a slow calm stride she walks into the bar…
Packed her favorite mag
Until she suddenly stops and turns, everyone quickly clearing the direction she looks towards. Sitting at a table and abandoned by all Angus looks up and the two make eye contact.
But she could never win
The vixen takes one of her 9mms from her back waistline…
I took an offer in another town
And aims it at Angus.
She took another pill
On an extreme close-up Angus turns to camera, his facial expression saying, “Oh well, whatchya’ gonna do?” as he shrugs.
She was runnin’ in overdrive
Now on Angus from across the room we quickly zoom in on him until we reach the point right between his eyes.
A victim of overkill
Moments later, through the bar door, we see our honey from hell peeling off on her two-wheel thunder, the bartender on the phone as he watches.
She never made it
past the bedroom door
Brian, enjoying some comics while on the shitter, answers his cell phone. His face instantly goes from cracking up to wide-eyed and open-mouthed…
What was she aiming for
With his pants still around his ankles Brian trips and falls as he tries to run down his hallway.
She’s gone shootin’
In his living room with pants now in place he frantically looks in all directions, not knowing what to do with himself.
She’s gone gone gone gone
DURING INSTRUMENTAL SECTION…
ALL the footage will be in fast-forward, starting with Brian barely dodging a few bullets which come firing through his front door.
Constantly looking for new places to hide she’s constantly discovering him, a 9 in each hand as he’s narrowly missed by her unforgiving bullets, he manages to escape every time.
That is until she corners him in his bedroom.
Standing in front of the place that got him in trouble in the first place, his bed, Brian accepts his fate and opens his arms out to take what she’s giving.
From a shot of the bombshell’s mattress the guns are tossed one by one atop it.
My baby’s gone shootin’
From an extreme low angle we capture that irresistible beauty of the karma queen as she takes off her cap, letting those long blonde locks fall over her shoulders.
Staying on this low angle we can only wonder what she’s up to as she gets to work.
Series of shots:
- Sewing with a needle and thread.
How am I gonna get her down
Look out, look out, look out
She can hurt someone
Yeah she sure is loaded
She’s gone gone gone gone
(With each SLAM of the DRUMS) we show a close-up of a mounted head on the wall.
(On the sixth SLAM) we cut to a wide shot of all five of them on display.
(As the GUITAR comes back in) we slowly start to pull back. (With the return of the BEAT) the band members start bobbing their mounted heads.
Continuing to fall back we find that our bombshell is standing there below her game, playing the Gibson, the guys still moving to the MUSIC in the background until…