smuggle goods into the country

Four people tried to make music- at home. It took not too many rehearsals in the living room until upset neighbours - doctors, old women and even the students from above joint together in a never before seen unity – entered the holy halls to put the poor guys’ creative efusions to a sudden and horrific end. The mob forced them to go on a long and despairing quest to find a place where they could continue their duty, commissioned by god himself. After finding the sleaziest available burrow in town, the four settled back highly pleased. “But” god said, “in these unholy times noone can make money and earn his living by just making good music...” – the four greenhorns nodded. “So what shall we do now?” Papa Snake sluttered. “Well, do the things you used to do. But don’t let the dark side mislead your innocent souls!”. Unfortunately Sheriff Melone and Doc Martin couldn’t hear this advice anymore. They had fallen asleep. Who could make them a charge in the face of the somniferous singings of the angels god had with him. So they were ruthlessy exposed to the charming persuasions of Johnny Crash’s new friend he brought with him to the next rehearsal. This sufurous smelling guy turned out to be luzifer himself! And now the poor boys are doomed for all eternity, forced to smuggle dead melodies directly forged in hell, hidden in fair and beautiful tunes, to pervert all the innocent folk-loving guys out there on our little blue planet......