Dead Ant

My people have used this peyote for generations

to open the mind and to explore a greater freedom.

We have cultivated this medicine and this land.

Now all I have is this reservation.

Is that the moon?

This is the sun.

It's for your people.

This is big medicine.

But there's grave consequences if you abuse it.

Set my mind free, medicine man.

Take this, and you will explore every crevice of your mind.

You will know yourself more than you ever have.

You may realize your greatest desires,

but you may also face your fiercest enemy.

There are risks.

Risks?

There's always risks.

You must respect this, and you must care for it.

I will.

I promise.

Promises are always broken by your people.

My words are pure.

I speak the truth.

That'll be $20.

This isn't going to end well.

Hey, would you stop it?

You're going to break it.

Would you just stop fidgeting and fucking with everything?

Got my lighter?

Just tell me one thing.

What is your philosophy, again, against putting a air

conditioner in this car?

It's original, man.

It would be like me painting your Gibson sunburst

fucking metallic blue.

It's criminal.

Metallic blue.

I could rock that.

Yeah?

There's nothing criminal about being cool.

You know shit about being cool, man.

Vintage guitars on the boulevard.

You're my girl on the street.

You make me feel so high underneath the sheets.

I wanted to get away, but now you make me want to stay.

Why'd you do that?

Dude, I'm just singing what I feel, bro.

Come on.

Taught him that.

Sing what you feel, baby.

Love, this is not a band-whispering moment, OK?

This is members only.

Like Danny's jacket?

Yeah, I can smell it.

Dude, rock and roll died when bands

stopped wearing the makeup.

You said it yourself.

OK, sure.

Yeah, whatever.

We need to be current.

We can't go back.

Yeah, but current doesn't mean changing who you are.

I miss the makeup.

Was that the guy?

No, man.

This guy doesn't eat jerky.

He's a vegetarian.

We're looking for a fruit stand.

A vegetarian Indian.

They got those?

Yeah, they fucking got those.

An Indian that doesn't eat meat?

You got to stop saying Indian, man.

It's not cool.

No, you got to say, like, Native American now.

Native American.

Yeah.

Come on.

It's what they're doing.

So wait, if I'm a kid now and I want to go out and play,

I've got to play cowboys and Native Americans?

They don't care about Western crap.

They're into robots and space shit.

Maybe a white guy should be offended

when they call him a cowboy.

Yeah?

What do you want them to be called?

I don't know, maybe a tan-skin guy with a wide-brimmed hat.

Look, there goes an Indi--

Native American and a tan guy with a wide-brimmed hat.

That's what you want them to be called.

Yeah.

What we need is a hard-rocking hit, man, hard-working song

that's going to define music today.

Back me up, Danny.

Metal is dead.

It's not coming back.

Get over it.

Dude, we changed our name.

We've changed our look.

We've changed our approach to the music.

Where's the integrity, man?

There's no truth in it.

Right?

We need to go back to our roots.

You know?

Look, think about it.

"Don't Close Your Eyes" was a bad-ass--

Don't even say the word "power ballad"!

Nobody respects a power ballad, all right?

AC/DC, they never had one power ballad.

That is true.

They do not have one.

What is this whole trip about?

This whole trip is a search to find ourselves,

to find who we are, to bring it back together.

Right?

Look at all these new bands now.

They don't have pyrotechnics.

They don't have sparks flying on the stage.

They don't have blood covering the audience

from some animal who's getting its head ripped off.

It's all tame.

We need to go to Coachella and fucking rock.

Yes.

Yes!

Yes!

And I agree 100%!

By the way, it's called Nochella.

What?

No, it's Coachella.

Yeah, it's Coachella.

No.

No, I couldn't get us into Coachella.

But I got us in Nochella, which is way more hip.

Coachella's like the Sundance Film Festival.

Nobody goes to that anymore.

They go to Slamdance.

Where the new emerging acts are, making deals,

that's where I want my band.

And that's where you're going to be,

as long as you keep it to three songs.

And I know you're going to hate this,

but I promised we'd open up with "Don't Close Your Eyes."

Come on, man!

I just said we're not playing that song anymore!

I just said that!

Fuck, Danny!

Come on!

That's bullshit, man!

No more power ballads!

No more power ballads!

We're going in a new direction!

That's what I just said!

I just fucking said that, Danny!

We are going to kill it!

Shit.

There goes the alignment.

Fuck.

This road blows.

There's a meteor shower.

Dummy.

No, I'm not kidding-- like asteroids.

You know what I mean?

Or space junk.

Will you see if--

Look at that.

Fucking crazy.

I'm telling you, man, that could be like space junk.

That could be like the space station fell down.

You know what?

You just need to stop talking.

Careful.

Sputnik.

We're having no fun.

No, I don't care what Merrick's Facebook page says.

He's-- you know what's wrong with him.

OK, don't believe what you--

don't read his Facebook.

All right.

Bye.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Where are we going, guys?

Picking up supplies.

We aren't even on the 10.

Supplies?

Yeah, you want us to be a band, right?

Come together, write some good songs?

Can we consider this a job for a moment?

Does everything have to be a fun factory with you?

Everything?

You know what would be great?

How about a little more focus, little more disciplined?

Well, I took some earlier.

Maybe Stevie can find you a chill pill.

Guess what-- I've already had 10 freaking chill pills since we

left LA, and this is what I got.

Organic?

Supposed to be the best stuff, period.

Let me do the talking.