God Help the Girl Page #3

the springs wouldn't have me

Fired me up, like a gun

Fell into my suit

and I walked down to breakfast

Green leaves

and blue sky and sun

Boy, if you could speak,

you'd know what to do

You'd sit and let the world

go 'round

Remember all you saw

and tell it back

in the stories when

the day is done

Remember all you saw

and tell it back

in the stories when

the day is done

My Theory for Applied Music

rocked.

We were doing Romeo and Juliet

for English,

but I got more into the song,

"Romeo and Juliet."

It's a good song.

The guy who wrote that song

is a songwriting deity.

Did he write any other

tunes as good?

One, one and a half.

So, then how can you proclaim

him a deus?

A man needs only write

one genius song,

one song that lives forever

in the hearts of the populous

to make him forever divine.

Well, it should be easy then.

It's not easy.

Many women and men have lived

empty, wasted lives in attics

trying to write

classic pop songs.

What they don't realize is

it's not for them to decide.

It's God.

Or, the god of music.

Or, the part of God that

concerns Himself with music.

That's why the hit maker

has to be considered part divine

because the divine

spoke through them.

Preposterous notion.

But quite a good one.

Excuse me for one minute.

- So, you came.

- Yeah, I just made it.

Sorry I missed your band.

Have you been working

in a factory or what?

No, I've been waitressing.

What are you doing?

I have an idea.

Come, come.

What is this place?

This is where I work sometimes.

Wow, do you own this place?

No, I don't own it, but I know

where all the good stuff is.

I could help you pick

something to wear.

- Really?

- Sure, have a look around.

They never met

The singer and the swinger

She walked in

They walked around

each other

Fighting for the mirror

and smiling

Nope, that is not for you.

This is for another species.

I was tongue tied

You could try it, I suppose.

And she aspired to perfection

as a hipster

No, that is not suitable

to your shape.

Your breasts are exquisite.

The dress looks

like a potato sack.

You're not a potato.

Okay, well, walk forward.

Now on your left.

Forward, good.

Right.

I wouldn't waste time

Warm.

Warmer.

Every second day

just dreaming

Bingo.

Try this one.

My dream was realized

but I was sleeping

Hey, did you give

my tape to those guys?

Yes, they said they

would put it on the pile.

Is that all they said?

Well, they said

that it was unusual

to get a tape these days.

Ta da.

She passed out cold

Are you okay?

Just lie still

You'll feel better

What happened,

I wanna go home

Where am I

What have I done wrong

You say that

but how do you know

Who are you?

What do you want?

I always wondered

how things could be

I wouldn't waste time

dreaming about me

Spend every second day

just dreaming

how the first one ought to be

My dream was realized

but I was sleeping

I was sleeping

James.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Really bad dream.

Can I just stay up here

for like two minutes?

Yeah, yeah.

What?

There's water

running under the door.

Okay, I've got it.

You okay?

I'm fine.

Um, I was going

to go out for a wander

if you want to come.

No, I'm just gonna to stay here.

Okay.

Pretty Eve in the tub

Please allow me to scrub

Please allow me to rub

Tell me cares of the day

Let me wash them away

All the hideous weight

Dry you gently

Dress you tenderly

And ready for bed

You're asleep

still standing up

I like you not made up

You've got a nice face

It is crumpled and creased

from the way that you sleep

But I like you the best

in one of my vests

that you casually keep

Steal from me my underwear

You wear it better than me

Go all day, no false alarms

You charm them all

The worker,

labor free shirker

Management lady

Government spy

Long legged girl

from the west

You came onto the scene

like an energetic beam

Charming ways

you have learnt

All the boys have been bent

by your mesmerizing gaze

Waltzing into situations

Very kind, getting a raise

Writing home

to tell your folks

about the city ways

Are nagging at you

What's a girl supposed to do

When a city closes in

Noise from the lady upstairs

She's as deaf as a post

As transparent as a ray

Boys are queuing

Trouble's brewing

But you take it all in

Ride the wave

of their affection

Look behind their gaze

and confessions of lust

Pretty Eve in the tub

Please allow me to scrub

Please allow me to rub

Please allow me to scrub

Why did you want to meet here?

I have lungs, asthma.

When I'm waiting for someone

I like to be

in tropical Southeast Asia.

What's up with you?

Argh, bloody Findley

and bloody Donovan

ever got back to me.

The radio guys?

- Mm-hm.

- Ah.

You expected they would.

Yeah, I hoped that they would.

You know, those guys are

not going to go for someone

playing and singing

acoustic on an old tape.

You've got to make it

easier for them.

They're not going

to take a chance

on some nutcase.

Ow.

You know, you need

to write for something,

you need to have a reason.

Right, be yourself.

Write about yourself.

Whatever it is

that's happened to you.

I thought you said we were going

to have some fun tonight.

Ah, we are just getting to it.

Jesus, can you even see?

Wait, just put...

okay, put them on,

thanks.

Thank you.

I want to be a councilor.

Like a marriage counselor?

No, on the City Council.

How do you get that?

People have to vote for you.

Oh, no one's going

to vote for you, James.

You're too feminine.

I used to meet my friend Carol

before school,

go to meet my boyfriend.

What age?

Thirteen.

Quite advanced for 13.

Good way to start

the day, though.

Quick snog down at the statues.

I like this time of night.

Feels like the morning.

I don't know why the birds

are going so crazy,

they're meant to be in bed,

or at least thinking

about sleep.

They might get randy

at this time of year.

Maybe they're

having a bird disco.

Oh, no way, I know discos

are frowned upon

in bird society.

Oh really?

How do you know that?

I was a young ornithologist.

Cass!

Cassie!

Cassie!

What are you doing?

We're going on a day trip,

do you want to come?

Go get dressed.

Okay.

Cassie, just come

out the front door.

Oh, okay.

What is this place?

It belongs to the university.

You're serious?

We're going in that?

How does it go?

You have to paddle.

Where are we going?

That way.

But what's that way?

Are we going through the country

or through the city?

Are we canoeing through traffic?

Well, you can either

go to Edinburgh

or you can go to the sea.

There's a fork up ahead.

Anyway, it's kayaking,

it's not canoeing.

We call this canoeing

where I grew up.

Yes, well, we're

in Scotland now.

Eve, why would you

want to come here

when it's sunny in Australia?

Well, because when

I finished high school

I met this boy

who was in a band

and I...

What?

She's a groupie.

Don't listen to James.

Was he good looking?

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