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God Help the Girl Page #5
I've never shed a tear
to a Bowie record.
Uh, I'm sure he's really
Yeah, well, it's important.
Music's meant
to move you or whether...
Okay, and then, James,
One, two, three, four.
Come Monday night
the day of work is done
Tuesday morning looms
The grey of ordinariness
Start by putting
off your chores
and all the crushing bores
Say your morning prayers
Sing a rousing song
Then sing it
on the long walk home
Come Monday night
we're in a state of grace
Twenty million
boys are caught up
in a paper chase
then it failed to touch
on a single count
what I was hoping for
What I was hoping for
Come Monday night
we turn the telly off
To listen to the silence
Light that comes
in from outside
and pin it to your wall
Then you will
sleep much better
Baby, you would
sleep much better
Maybe you would
sleep much better
Baby, you would
sleep much better
Maybe you would
sleep much better
Baby, you would
sleep much better
Maybe you would
sleep much better
Baby, you would
sleep much better
Maybe you would
sleep much better
So, is the band
going to have a name?
Oh, no, not a name conversation.
Why not a name conversation?
Don't you think it's stupid
just to give yourself a name
just because you sing songs?
What, so the Beatles
were stupid?
Well, they were kind of stupid
if they actually
You definitely think too much.
You think the fun out of things.
I mean,
I... I'm a lifeguard,
I work at a pool
We didn't give ourselves a name.
What, like the Lifeboys
or something?
That's pretty good.
Look, I just don't want
to have a name conversation.
It's a Saturday,
right now all over this town
hundreds of bands just like us
are having name conversations.
Thousands of punks,
Goths, psychobillies,
indie kids, rockers,
and just general knobheads
are just sitting there arguing
about what to call themselves.
I think you just hate people.
I don't mind people.
I just can't stand
collective idiocy.
Maybe we should have a name
that means something
really dirty
but nobody knows what it means,
like Pearl Jam or something.
What... what does
Pearl Jam mean?
Well, it's like,
you know, it's like spunk.
- What?
- Like jizz.
10cc, also named
after a man's excretion.
- Ew.
- What, how is that?
Because that's
like the average amount
that a man ejaculates,
ten ccs, yeah.
Who measures that?
I don't know, scientists.
- Scientists?
- Sperm scientists.
Ew.
...a self-absorbed prat.
I suppose with...
We're going out.
Who's going out?
Me and you.
- O.
- Yes, we are.
Come on.
What's happening in here?
Uh, in the Halls, I don't know.
We should look in.
Baby, it's time to get out
Twenty years incarceration
Twenty minutes
of elucidation
Hey, that's the guys.
You know, the guys
are playing on stage.
I've got an idea
It's gonna take
more than a year
Come on, let's dance.
Baby's just waiting
for the phone to ring
Did you know that
they played in here?
Just hopin' for some love
- Yup.
- Sneak.
Please look around you
We should tell
Cassie about this.
We should tell Cassie about him.
You dress like the '50s
You watch I Love Lucy
You fail in every category
of what a modern man should be
Is that Captain there?
Yeah, that's her, Jim.
Can I borrow her?
Yes, she's been here
for too long anyway.
Captain.
Go get Cassie.
Ladies and gents,
may I introduce Eve Carmichael.
Just another Saturday
The boys are dressed up fine
Think I'll wait
till half past eight
Ten-thirty
I'm in rags
A slutty look
accompanies my
questionable gaze
Through the strobe light
and the haze
Hey, Captain.
Take an interest in me
Why must I beg for a drink
Too verbose,
you come too close, sir
Please step back and think
That's the trouble
Rarely does
the dream boy come along
He don't exist
A lover with
the candor of a friend
I run away
They're playing
a decent song at last
I think I'll have
to dance with Cassie
'cause the dream boy
never asked
Shuffle to the left
I kick the boy behind
to make a little room
Boogie to the right
Cassie dances madly
like a boxing kangaroo
Her little joey
buys the drinks
He's in love
more than he thinks
They know the dance too well
The bodies heavenly
with measured dignity
But my Venus and my Mars
are set to clash
The lover will
lay down his sword
and swear
He don't exist
A brother to me
when the chips were down
I run away
They're playing
a decent song at last
I think I'll have
to dance with Cassie
'cause the dream boy
never asked
Shuffle to the left
I kick the boy behind
to make a little room
Boogie to the right
Cassie dances madly
like a boxing kangaroo
Spinning on the spot
Hell do I care
what I look like
when I feel this good
I'll keep on dancing
Ahh ahh ahh
I'll keep on dancing
Ahh ahh ahh
I'll keep on dancing
Ahh ahh ahh
What do you make
of Cassie's little man?
Quite a pretty specimen.
She's gonna eat him up.
Is it true, they're gonna
let us play in a few weeks?
Yes, it's true.
We could do with
a few more songs, though.
Man, we're gonna
have our own show.
But you know I'm going
on holiday tomorrow, right?
What?
Since when? You never said
anything about a holiday.
I know, I buried it
'cause I was dreading it,
but there's no escape.
A week in Bordeaux
with the family,
it's gruesome.
- Hello.
- Hi.
This is James and Cassie.
This is Anton.
May I talk to you for a minute?
Sure.
Bye guys.
Who the f*** is he?
I'm just thinking about my tape
that you gave
to the radio station.
Mm-hm, what of it?
I just think I
should do it again.
It was too...
I don't know, it feels
like a long time ago.
much better now.
No, it's okay.
How are you to know?
It sounded very naive.
You listened to it?
Well, yes, briefly.
Wow, you must
have listened to it
straight after I gave it to you.
Pretty soon, yeah.
You had a tape player
in the van?
One of the guys had
a radio cassette, yeah.
So you all heard it.
Those that were listening.
And this is before
you gave it to Findley?
I didn't give him the tape.
What, why?
Well, for a start it
was a little embarrassing.
What do you mean?
Nobody hands in cassettes,
especially not
to a radio station.
That's not the point.
It was from me for him
I don't think so,
and you could do better.
You said so yourself.
F***!
It was hard to listen to.
You need someone else
to play guitar, not you.
You need to record
with proper equipment.
You know, your words are
depressing and self-centered.
Your songs
are... are baby songs,
they are songs for children.
You're going to have to learn
to take criticism, you know.
F*** you!
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