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God Help the Girl Page #7
When you were shagging Anton?
No.
What, when you were so mental
you couldn't even
get dressed properly?
Maybe.
Maybe I didn't fancy you then.
You f***ing did.
James.
Mm?
I wanna tell you something else.
At the start of the summer,
just before I left the hospital,
this woman came to cut hair,
and when it was my turn,
out of the blue she just
started talking to me
and telling me that she healed
people while she cut their hair.
You didn't think
she was just some nut?
By that time I was
a nut's best friend, remember?
So anyway, a couple of weeks ago
when I wasn't doing so well
I went to her house.
So did she cut your hair again?
No, she...
she told me to lie down.
She had this massage couch.
She put a blanket over me
and she told me that she
practiced Christian healing.
And I said, "What if you don't
believe in Jesus?"
She said it would
still do me good.
You don't believe in Jesus?
Well, I know he was a man,
I just don't know how much
of the story to believe.
So, anyway, I shut my eyes,
and I imagined the desert,
you know, like a Christmas card
with camels in.
And then I thought,
"What if the woman's hands were
his hands, would that help me?"
And nothing happened.
But then...
my eyes were tight shut,
but I...
I know this sounds stupid,
but I felt like there was
a man standing over me.
And I was too scared to open
my eyes up, I couldn't move.
It was a strange moment,
but it was like I knew that
this was my chance, like,
like I could decide my own fate.
So I started saying to myself,
"I want to be better.
I want to be well.
I want to be better,
I want to be well."
Over and over.
And I suppose that was a prayer.
After, did you feel any better?
I mean, a few days later
You know, seriously panicking,
paralyzed in bed.
What about now?
I feel...
different.
It's like she sort of
cleaned me out or something.
Um, do you think you'll
still play the show?
Yeah, I will.
Just don't...
don't tell Cass I'm leaving,
okay, just not yet.
Okay.
It was that sort of scrubby,
huge Jiffy bag on reception.
Opened it, what did
we find in there?
The world's last cassette.
We had to roam the streets
looking for an old car
and break into it with
a wire coat hanger,
and play the cassette
in the car,
and then we got arrested.
Which means even if I could,
I can't get along to
the old school house
where God Help the Girl
is playing.
But anyway, you have a good gig,
One-two-three-four.
I fried my head,
I'm not a brunette
I'm a down and dusky blonde
I am living in a tree
When I lie in bed I see
Beyond my brother's head,
the moon, I hear the rain
I am conscious of my voice
as a tool, it's more demure
Than your friend,
the singing queen
With her matinee good looks
She talks like
talking from a book
I speak the language
of my village, of my street
But I need a friend,
and I choose you
I'll tell you the way I feel
The truth is crushing
like a heel
I will forget the kiss
and feel if you will, too
It's drag that
you're getting old
I'd love to think
about the year
When we sobbed,
and then we cheered
The town deserted
like a film
Into the country
And the tunnels,
and the fields
I read a book a day
like an apple
But I did not eat
And so the doctor came to me
She said,
"A woman does not live
By the printed word
Forgive yourself and eat"
Autumn sped along outside
Trick photography on speed
They made a deal,
they would control
The simple things
like bodies
But I kept my soul
When I needed someone
I chose you
Because the fledgling soul
awakes
And on the balcony
she quakes
And she is waiting
for the sign
And when her brother
does not come
And when the sister's
much too young
She chooses you
Just wait one minute,
and I'll walk you down.
Okay, I get that
most of the things
that Eve says about me are true.
opinionated and bitter.
I know she thinks I just
wanna be comfortable.
But what's so bad about that?
At least it's an ambition.
I just want a period
of controlled happiness.
Yeah, but you do it at
the expense of living,
of all experimentation,
of all...
Wai... wait a minute, you don't
get to come in here.
I'm telling my side
of the story,
I've been waiting
all summer to do it.
Okay, sorry.
I've always dreamed
of making a record.
in the timeline of pop history.
This might seem preposterous
to you, but you know what?
F*** off, this is my dream.
I just wanted to play a part,
till Eve came along.
Never came close.
Without wanting
to sound blasphemous,
I am the voice crying
in the wilderness,
and she is my Messiah.
I might not be fit to tie
her musical boot laces,
but I could've
helped her make records.
I could've listened to her songs
and backed her up on simple
yet accurately played guitar.
I could've designed the sleeves,
distributed the flyers,
licked the envelopes,
whatever, I would've done it.
Eve may go on to greatness,
but according to me
the greatness already
happened this summer.
The greatness of this summer
came from somewhere else.
Just for a moment we were
all in the right place,
and the possibilities
were infinite.
Now I'll go back to my room.
Eve will get on the train
to a grown up life
free from neurosis.
Cassie will wonder
for a few moments,
"What the hell
just happened?"
before she gets torn back
into her own living delights
and active miseries.
And I'll go back to my room.
Was she on it?
Yeah.
Do you want a lift?
Yeah.
I am the singer
I am in the singer
in the band
You're the loser
I won't dismiss you
out of hand
You've got a beautiful face
It would take you places
You kept running
You've got money,
you've got fame
Every morning, I see
your picture from the train
Now you're an actress
So says your resume
You're made of card
You couldn't act your way
out of a paper bag
You got lucky
You ain't talkin' to me now
Little Miss Plucky
Pluck your eyebrows
for the crowd
Get on the airplane
You give me stomach pain
I wish that you were here
We would've had a lot
to talk about
We had a deal then
with our blood
An understanding
I thought that you
would keep your word
I'm disappointed
I'm aggravated
It's a fault I have, I know
When things don't
go my way I have to
blow up in the face
of my rival
I scream and rant,
I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised
by the language
They act so discreet
They are hypocrites,
so f*** them too
You always had
a lot of style
I'd hate to see you on
the pile of nearly made its
You've got the essence, dear
If I could have a second skin,
You're a star now
I am fixing people's nails
I'm knitting jumpers
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