Lights Out - Old Time Radio Horror

Ugliest Man in the World - Lights Out | 06/01/1943 (35)

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Duration:: 27m
Broadcast on:: 15 Sep 2024
Audio Format:: mp3

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In all my life, I've never had a gun in my hand. Smooth, gun hard, gun cold in my hand. Bullet won't be cold. Warm bullet, hot, good at burning hot, hot at the blood. No, I can't think of that. Turn the muzzle up and press the trigger. Trigger cold against my finger. Cold is death, but life is cold. Written today, thought dies with final rhythm. Thought dies and never wrote a poem. Headline for the tabloids. Thought dies with final rhythm. Quickly as man in the world, a suicide. Thought dies with final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide. Thought dies and final rhythm. Yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world, a suicide dies and final rhythm. Oh, yes, man in the world. All right. I think the things of the last time tear the words around them. I head over and over and over the way they've drawn for 30 years. Ugly as man in the world, ugliest man in the world, ugliest man in the world. Press the trigger and stop it. Press the trigger. No. No, I can't. Got to wait. Think it all out clearly for the first time in my life. How it started. Why it's ending this way. Think it all out clearly from the very start. Then press the trigger. School today, Paul. As you start, first day of school, how old was I, nine or ten? She kept me home away from all this. I didn't know how I until that day, she said. School today, Paul. I said, all right, mother. Row on row of children looking up at me, staring up at me, gaping up at me. And then, one of them started laughing. Another laughing. Another another, another laughing, laughing, laughing. I stood there, little boy looking down at the twisting mouths. My ears filled with the sound of the making, telling me I knew the part. Why? Ugly as boy in the world. Ugly as boy in the world. That's why you kept me away from children, mother. Kept me away until you didn't dance when the longer I was a mother. Mother, before you let others see me, why didn't you close your hands around? My neck put a knife in my heart, drawn me, buried me, put me away where I couldn't see me. You laughed, you couldn't reach me. But you didn't. So this was my boyhood. Cheers. Cheers, without any. Cheers. A boyhood of tears. A boyhood of tears. A boyhood of tears. Took me out of school, kept me away from all the others. What good was it? I knew, I knew there wasn't a mirror in my house. Not a mirror. I didn't dare, you didn't dare. Not a mirror. Until that day you died alone. So quiet in the house. I sat down. So quiet. And then suddenly, is it the clock which happened to me? Yes, I remember. Look. Look. Look. Look. Look. Look at myself. A mirror. I had to find a mirror. Surely, well, another kept one mirror somewhere. Drawer after drawer. A mirror. Surely, there was a mirror. A mirror. Yes, there was one wrapped in him which I thought I'd never find it. Throw the paper off. I kept my eyes shut until the glass was clear and then I looked. My face. Can I bear the memory of my face? Can I think of it even now? Gone in my hand? Yes, I will, I will. What did I see? What is my face? A brow? No brow. A thing that sloped away is shocked me quickly like a deep roof. Roof has fallen in. Nose. A thick water, ugly flesh, protruding out between two close set eyes. My eyes. Oh, my eyes, mother of god, my eyes. Two tiny red rimmed green flecked globes that stood far up beyond the lids. You think of like a fat ground pig. My eyes. That is why they're asking me my eyes. Obvious man in the world. Yes. I was that. The longer boy, I'd least land in the world. Not even curious could help me now. The world outside. At last I had to go out and make a living. Get a job. I have sex, I have sex, I have sex, I have sex, I have sex, I have sex, I have sex. [Music] [Music] [Music] I didn't mind, after a while, faces looking up at me again staring, whispering, getting mad dimes, what's feeler, talking faces staring, whispers, snickers. I didn't mind, why should I? I could get away from them. Yes, stand there in the noise and laughter and leave them far behind. Leave the smell of them in the noise of them in the twisting faces, that will shut my eyes and leave them quickly, quickly. [Music] I do feel some vents face to the sky, the warm sun cut to me, the soft grass cutting me, my hands outstretched, all around me, that's peace and loving. I drive there so happy, and then a breeze touching my face, and a small white cloud in the sky, and another, and all at once the clouds will like a woman's face, looking down at me, a woman. [Music] There was a woman. Hello, big fella. Hello. Tell us a day, huh? Yes. She'll give you a big play, I'm in the yokel, don't they? Yes. Me, I'm with Sammy Morton, you know, the grinds. Not one of the stickers you understand, I do a high class number, you know, semi-classical. She'll be in a long, hot thing. Yes. Nice walking out in the dark. I mean, they're kind of different, and I'm in it with, yeah, nice in the dark. Oh, so am I. Do you like the moon? Oh, sure, sure. You've been working in tensile long, big fella? So complete, the moon. Oh, are you sure packing in? I don't care to sell more pictures than anybody in the show. I'm sure Adam built it. Your face. Did you ever look down from the clouds? You mean, have I ever been high? Boy, I am high. Highlight in the dark, big fella. There was a woman talking. They were talking. Yeah, sure, Sam. What do you take me for a jump, or what do you think? This makes me sick just to look at him. He's got a pocket full of dough. So last week I got a telegram from Mama. Poor Mama, the mortgage. And yesterday, well, he was looking at me up in the clouds. I got another handful of bucks, and maybe in a couple of weeks. You? All right, sell your head. So what? Are you staring at? I don't like your face. You heard me? I don't like your face. You gave me a couple of laughs. Love? Love? You hear that love? Do you think any woman can love and mug like yours? It ain't a face. It's a mug of push-up hand. Go on. Beat it. Get out of here. No more walks with me, big fella. I've had a belly full of laughs, and that's you. Hey, hey, hey, wait. No, stay with me. Go! Go on. Beat it. Get out. Yeah, get out as far as I could. Get out. Anyplace. Anyplace. Anyplace. Anyplace. Anyplace. Anyplace. Get away. Get away. Get away. Get away. Get away. 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And I couldn't think, I couldn't think, it was good, I couldn't think. But I'm thinking now, come in my head, stop that thinking, come in my head, no. Stop that thinking, come in my life, think about clearly. Think of that theory, she waved at me. It was work now, bent over, sun hot on my back. Drains, take around me, fill in the world covering, hiding me. I straightened up, something moving through the grain of the road, climbing the hill. So far away could hardly tell what it was, I shaved my eyes from the sun. I saw a woman on horseback, no, so small, must be imperial. I saw her on way between. I dropped to the grain in my head, making it all, making it all, making it all. The next day again, standing with a grain, a tiny figure on horseback, waved at me. I dropped in the grain again, no, no more, just the sky and the grain and the work with all I wanted. The next day in the next, a girl on horseback riding far off there in the road, waving at me in the green, waving at me day as to day. And one day I didn't drop in the grain, I stood, I waved back at her. Wailing at me, because she couldn't see me, see my, it was ten months. I spotted myself one day, I was hiding in the grain at the edge of the road, waiting for her. One of you run, yet I stayed, wanted to cover my eyes, yet I looked, looked with eyes as big as all my loneliness. Orson, who I was there, she didn't. She started singing a little song as she passed, a song without me, but warms the sun. And I saw, I saw her, young, lovely, young, lovely, the words, tumbled over and over in my head as I watched to go by, young, lovely, young, lovely, young, love. I began to see her face everywhere, in the green, in the sky, and at night in the dark, the greatest man in the world, thinking of the loveliest face in the world. I tried to stop it, I couldn't help it, I couldn't. The loneliness in me was a pain I couldn't endure anymore. Again and again, I hid in the grain and watched to go by me, just a quick moment, and then she was gone. And I was left alone, and this again, if you couldn't see my face, yes, if you were blind, I read a book like that somewhere, women never saw the man she loved. If you couldn't see me, only know me as I am, my voice, my thoughts, my dreams, ambitions, if you couldn't see dangerous daydreams, it brought me to gun my hand. But I was lonely, I had nothing, so I had dreams of her blind, not knowing my face, mother in heaven if she were only blind, if she were only blind. Wish, father to the deed, that day working in the grain, looked at, she was riding by, it's a worry, it's a worry, a little hand waving at me. Then the rush of an awful, I ran, the grain tearing at me holding me back, in a moment, she was in my arm. Help me, please, help me, I can't see, I can't see. I can't see, I dreamed it, prayed it, now. I can't see. What have I done, what have I done? Concussion, nerve-talk. No, no, I have nothing to do with it, just a thought, I don't need a thought, but now she couldn't see me as I was. Couldn't see me, couldn't see me. You've been very kind to me, Mr. Martin. Cool. Music, everlasting music in my ears. Come here every day, won't you? It's so good having you to talk to me. You've made these wonderful days fall. Music, everlasting music, the voice, being with it, knowing it, and seeing only that of me which had no audience. Now there's four pinnacle books. Japan and the 1500s, feudal barons called Daimyo's wage-continuous war. One samurai stand pream, telemora, the legendary warrior whose victories in battle have no equal. Daimyo, by William Morel, captures the splendor and savagely of Japan's shogunyo. Daimyo is the first bargain in a series from the producers of Wagon's West and Windit. William Morel is Daimyo, a reading adventure you can't afford to miss. You, from pinnacle books. 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You're the only one I've wanted to be with. Do you know me now? Oh. Oh, listen to me. I know you're now better than I could if my eyes were open. And twice as wise as they ever could have been. You're a lovely. And so are you. You never, you've never seen me. Uh-oh. When people have talked together as much as you and I, every little hope and hurt. The grain is quiet. Don't they know more than if they looked at this. And what do you think, Bob? I don't know. Let me get it. I've sat here in the dark and seen you face so many times before me. Oh, yes. Let me tell you. It's a large superhero face. A face that matches up with all the strength of you. No. Strong, shaped mind. A firm chin. The skin brown. Yet soft. Straight nose. It's not too small. It's not too large. And then your eyes. Oh, yes, your eyes. They're large. And dark. And gentle. Gentle is the way of you, Bob. Well, how close would I be knowing you? Give me your hand. No. No. I don't want to touch your face later yet. Not now, Bob. I want you to read me something. Read. Yes. So strange we were talking about faces when I heard this book for you to read to me. Look. Do you know the book, Paul? Cyrano. Yes. Praise Cyrano de Bergerique. You read the play, of course. I never had. And I envy you. I wish I'd never read it so that I could read. Hear it all over again. Please read it for me. Pissed out of me, please. Read, Paul. Tell her. Tell her. If I do some lies, I'll have a hero in my eyes. This was Lebre, Cyrano's friend. Now go on, read Cyrano's speech. Nave. Shall I move the loveliest maid in France? Look at me, friend. With my poor, big, devil in the nose. I dreamed even though I have walked in. Is that being? Loving the love. No. You read it with your heart, Paul? He was ugly. All the rest of him is beauty just as not. Read Cyrano's line, but I'll try to remember Oxfam. She was a woman he loved. And he never dared tell her of his love because of the dozens. Read, Paul. On the top of the page. Oxfam called sister. Oh, sister. Read, Paul. No. Call no one here. And you come back. I should have gone away. I longed for harmony to end my day. I love you. Lebre. In fairy tales long since the prince has said that. And the ugly prince lost all his sons. Lost all his cleanness in that sudden sun. Let's see, I finished as I was begun. I made you clear. I, I. You made my bliss. I lacked all his kindness. Given this, my mother found me ugly. And I had no sister. Missed him out, and ugly lad I shall know. You became my friend. One sucked down fresh my face before we end. Paul. Who? You cried. I cried. Wasn't it a cry about? It's true. There's no reason to cry. It's just a play. In life no man could be such a fool. Goodbye, no Paul, don't. I, I had no chance to tell you. My eyes. In operation. I'll see you again. That's why I didn't want to see your face with my hands. I'll see you with my eyes. See you with my eyes. See you with my eyes. See you again, see you again. See what? A piece to laugh at at least man in the world. A piece to Juliet. And a noise, please, to show that, but not to love, not to love. Never will I so long as I am master. Let beauty so divine, meet such disaster, ugliness, mark, affection, seer, no. Read your thousand times because she read you. We also gave you a paper nose, but my ugliness was flesh and blood. Flesh and blood to see you to hate. She'll never see me, never, never. Let the mother has to trigger. Trigger cold against my finger cold is death, but life is cold as thoughts in my mind. A warning circle. Oh, my gosh. I still take it. I still take it. I still take it. I still take it. Oh. Who is it? Oh. Oh, where's the light? You. Sweet. She's been waiting. I've been searching for the light pole. Forget me. So dark. In your hand. Oh, oh. I wasted too much time thinking. Oh, I do. I'll tell you the union that dark will now slight for you, and I'm not meant to be like thunder. I want to know you. In the light, your ugliness. Yes, Pa. I don't. First, when you crawl this serum, then I ask the others, my children. But you don't know. My face, I think. A single part of my blindness was a part for me. I love you. You. You love? Love you. Yes. I love you. You. Don't know. But I will know. Turn on the light pole. I'm not afraid to turn on the light. I love you. Live. From me. In fairytales, long since, the princess said that, and the ugly prince lost all his playlists in that sudden sun. The play had ended. The players.