CBGB Page #7

Hey, you a**hole!

They destroyed your truck.

And their equipment.

They're gonna need equipment.

Oh, yeah.

- Why are you doing this?

- I believe in them.

Hey.

Hey.

Thank you.

Why are you thanking me?

Somebody should.

It's not the end of the world.

I mean, this could be good

for us, if we manage it right.

We are punks, after all.

Blitz might be dead.

The last thing I care

about is publicity...

for a band who's about

to cost me my club.

How is he?

He's, um, critical.

F***.

Do you still have the money?

Yeah.

Blitz is gonna need it. Make

sure he gets good medical care.

- Where you going?

- I'm not your father.

I'm just your manager.

I can't do this anymore.

Jersey. Hightstown.

Say a word for Jimmy Brown

He ain't got nothin' at all

Knocked the shirt

right off his back

He ain't got nothin' at all

And say a word for Ginger Brown

Walks with his head

down to the ground

Took the shoes

right off his feet

And threw the poor boy

right out in the street

And this is what he said

Oh, sweet nothin'

Can I help you?

I'm sorry.

I grew up here.

Uh-huh.

Hilly Kristal.

Hilly Kristal.

Hilly.

Are you the kid that started

that rock-and-roll club?

Unfortunately, that's me.

My nephew's band played there once.

Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.

Uh-huh.

- Coffee's inside. Come on.

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Saw a little bird

sittin' in a tree

Who wanted to start a family

He went tweet, tweet

Tweet, tweet

He were lookin' for a she

He couldn't wait

To find a mate

Sat in a tree

And sang a plea

He went tweet, tweet

Tweet, tweet

He were lookin' for a she

Where the hell are you?

Everybody is worried about you.

I'm done. it's over.

No. No way. I won't let you.

I can't even pay the rent.

Yeah, you can.

And, yes, you will.

Look, you may be a

lousy businessman, Dad...

but, damn it, you are the

father of underground rock...

and OM FUG, whatever the hell that is.

And it's not all about you.

Okay, there are kids out there

in bands or forming bands...

hoping to play at CBGB one day.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself

right now, and get over here.

Lisa, stop shouting and feed Jonathan.

CBGB.

- Hey, Lisa, you got the lineup?

- No. I don't have the lineup for tonight.

All right.

CBGB.

- Hey, Hilly.

- Hilly.

I just don't get it.

Why did you risk

everything on the Dead Boys?

Was it the auto-asphyxiation

or the self-mutilation?

- They could have been a bellwether.

- That's debatable.

I'm going to law school.

Really?

- How come?

- 'Cause I know you're gonna need me to.

Even though I know

you'll never admit it.

Your friends have been waiting

out there for you all f***in' day.

Get your ass out there.

You know, I really don't

appreciate all the swearing.

I know you all counted on me...

but the thing is, I'm broke...

and I think we're gonna

have to close the club.

Oh, God!

How many years have we

listened to your sh*t?

Lisa and I made a few calls.

A lot of calls.

And people wanted to help.

Yeah, like people that you helped,

even when you didn't have money.

But, uh...

Lisa's gonna take care of this.

She's gonna pay the bills. She's

gonna get the place back on track.

Want you to have this. It's all I got.

I have a...

Don't tell anybody.

I have a gold filling

in my tooth in the back.

You could probably

take it off like this.

Thanks, Idaho.

Looks like I'm not gonna

need either of those.

- Okay.

When you're ready.

Thank you, sir. It's

an honor to be here.

If you play too loud, I'm walking out.

Go ahead, guys. Anytime.

Roxanne

You don't have to

put on the red light

Those days are over

You don't have to sell

your body to the night

Roxanne

You don't have to

wear that dress tonight

Walk the streets for money

You don't care if it's

wrong or if it's right

- Well, there is something there.

- Roxanne

You don't have to

put on the red light

- Roxanne

- There is definitely something there.

... Put on the red light

- Roxanne

- Put on the red light

I opened CBGB because...

I thought country music was

gonna become the next big thing.

And it did...

in Nashville.

I know my mind is made up

So put away your makeup

Told you once I

won't tell you again

It's a bad way

Heard of a van

That's loaded with weapons

Packed up and ready to go

Heard of some grave sites

Out by the highway

A place where nobody knows

The sound of gunfire

Off in the distance

I'm gettin' used to it now

Lived in a brownstone

Lived in a ghetto

I've lived all over this town

This ain't no party

This ain't no disco

This ain't no foolin' around

No time for dancing

or lovey-dovey

I ain't got time for that now

Transmit the message

To the receiver

Hope for an answer someday

I got three passports

A couple of visas

You don't even know my real name

High on a hillside

The trucks are loading

Everything's ready to roll

I sleep in the daytime

I work in the nighttime

I may not ever get home

This ain't no party

This ain't no disco

This ain't no foolin' around

This ain't no Mudd Club or CBGB

I ain't got time for that now

Talking Heads, get the

hell up here, please.

We wanna start where we can

by thanking Hilly Kristal.

We'd like to invite Hilly up here.

Hilly is the reason that we're

here, that the Ramones are here...

that Blondie are here.

He kept us alive.

He fed us and he supported

us in every way possible.

He told us we needed

to expand our sound...

and he taught us a lot about ethics...

about how to treat people.

I'd like to thank Hilly again.

When we were starting out,

there really weren't clubs...

where bands could play

their own material...

and poor Hilly wanted to have

a bluegrass bar on the Bowery...

and to have some other music as well.

I guess the road didn't go that way.

The road took another turn...

and, uh, thanks to...

We're thanking him 'cause he went

that direction and didn't mind.

It was just extraordinary,

the fact that...

bands came out of the woodwork.

They were everywhere. They

were coming from out of state.

Nobody knew they were there.

They came out because

there was somewhere to play.

Hilly brought the music

into existence in many ways.

Kill me!

I saw a little bird

A-sittin' in a tree

Who wanted to start

A family

Who went tweet, tweet

Tweet, tweet

He were lookin' for a she

He couldn't wait

To find a mate

Sat in a tree and sang a plea

He went tweet, tweet

Tweet, tweet

He were lookin' for a she

There was a little bee

A-feelin' mighty free

Some honey, he said

Is good for me

He went a-buzz, a-buzz

A-buzz, buzz

He were lookin' for a she

You love me, I love you

Let's both do what

the birds and bees do

Buzz, buzz, buzz

Tweet, tweet, tweet

That means I love

you, love you, love you

I love you all the time

Isn't it a pity

That the lady from the city

Went inside a pen

And was taken for a hen?

Turned her back on a rooster

And when he promptly goosed her

She received such a booster

More than she was used to

That she went back to the city

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