I'm Not There. Page #7

# Just what you will say

when you get home #

# But there's something

happening here #

# And you don't know what it is #

# Do you, Mr. Jones? #

# So you hand in your ticket #

# And you go watch the geek #

# Who immediately walks up to you #

# When he hears you speak #

# And he says #

# "Well, how does it feel, my friend #

# To be such a freak?" #

# You say, "Impossiblel" #

# As he hands you a bone #

# And you're positive that

something's happening here #

# But you don't know what it is #

# Do you #

# Mr. Jones? #

# You have so many contacts #

# Out there among the lumberjacks #

# To get you the facts

when someone attacks #

# Your imagination #

# No one has any respect #

# Anyway, they always expect #

# You'll just give a check #

# To tax-deductible

charity organizations #

# Well #

# You been with the professors #

# And they all like your looks #

# And with great lawyers you have #

# Discussed lepers and crooks #

# You've been through all of #

# F. Scott Fitzgerald's books #

# You're very well read,

yeah, it's well known #

# Because something

is still happening here #

# You don't know what it is #

# Do you #

# Mr. Jones? #

# Well, the sword swallower #

# He comes up to you

and then he kneels #

# He crosses himself #

# And then he clicks his high heels #

# Without further notice #

# He tells you how it feels #

# Then he says,

"Here's your mouth back #

# Thanks for the loan" #

Stop. Stop the song.

# And you kno... #

Well, I missed it. I missed it again.

I missed it.

Bobby, now you ain't hearin' me, man.

No, we are the geeks. You dig?

But then why is that cool?

No, man, we are the ones

being paraded around

like some sort of circus freaks.

"Come on up and see Harlem,

Mr. Jones,

but make sure your window's

rolled up tight. "

This song is hell, man.

You've got to understand,

this song is saying

a hell of a lot about society.

All power to all people,

man, that's what it's saying.

- I missed it again.

- Bobby.

Aw, Bobby nothing.

Just play it again, Huey.

Let's play it one more time.

# Because something

is happenin' here #

# And you don't know what it is #

# Do you #

# Mr. Jones? #

You know, this is music.

You know, what you're hearing

is not English music, all right?

You've never really heard

American music before.

And what you hear, obviously, right now,

doesn't have a name.

It's words, all right? And sounds.

If it's something

you disagree with, that's great.

Judas!

I don't believe you.

Judas!

Come up here and say that.

You're liars, all of you.

I accept chaos.

I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

We hadn't spoken in a long while.

I think he was involved

with someone, actually...

He said something to me on the phone

about angels hanging off of buildings,

which was frightening.

I thought he was hallucinating.

That was the last I heard.

That was the last I heard.

It was like what people say

about Billy the Kid...

that he really just dodged

a bullet and went into hiding.

And Jack, he always

loved Billy the Kid.

Whoo!

Henry.

What the hell's wrong with you?

Paper said Pat Garrett tracked me down.

Stopped me dead.

That outlaws always die.

Only a fool would believe

what they read in the papers.

Come on.

Here, I'm invisible.

Come on, now.

Even to myself.

Henry! Calm yourself down.

Gettin' everybody zigaboo here.

Henry. Henry! Henry!

Come on back here! Henry!

You get back here!

And here, by the road

where nobody goes,

where it causes no worry,

where the show must go on,

is where I'll die.

Henry! Come back here!

Henry! Come back here!

# There must be some kind

of way out of here #

# Said the joker to the thief #

# There's too much confusion #

# I can't get no relief #

# Two riders are approaching #

# And the wind began to howl #

Henry! Henry!

God damn it, get back here!

Hey! Come back, Henry!

Come on, now.

How long had it been?

I couldn't even say.

The day I arrived looks a lot like today.

Least, that's how it seemed at the time.

Homer, is that you?

Mr. B.

What's the trouble, there?

A useless bag of thumbs what I am.

There you go.

Sellin' off whatnot.

Mm-hmm.

Well, ain't seen no

yellow dog runnin' loose

by any chance, have you?

Old Henry tore off on me.

- What, she get spooked?

- Seemed to.

Why? Critters know what's goin' on.

- What do they know?

- Well, for one, they know

Shadow Valley's gettin'

blown to kingdom come.

What, that old highway plan?

No, never had a chance.

You mean, you really ain't heard?

Heard what?

Mr. B, that plan's official.

It's gone through.

Last Tuesday, they all come.

Old Man Garrett and them bunch?

Wavin' all sorts of papers?

- I never seen such a stupor.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Wh-What's official?

- Six-laner headed

straight through

the heart of Shadow Valley.

Commissioner Garrett done

give us 30 days come November.

Why haven't I heard

nothing about this?

Mr. B, you don't get out much.

Don't sound credible to me, Homer.

What have people been saying?

They been doin' anything?

Well, first Charley Harper,

the zookeeper?

Shot hisself in the face in front of them

three maiden sisters

and two bachelor brothers.

Them all went insane on account.

Been five hangings, six Phenobarbitals,

and, well...

you familiar with young Clarice Henry?

Mrs. Henry, the Captain's girl?

Of course I am.

Well, what?

The Captain found her.

Throat cut.

By her own hand, they say.

Well, where you fixin' to?

Well, if it's true,

gonna pay my respects

to Captain and Mrs. Henry.

This whole thing's sounds

fishy to me. You comin'?

Oh, no. No, not today.

- Shameful day.

- Suit yourself.

Anyway, Charley gone,

and all of his brothers,

who's mindin' the zoo?

Homer?

1968.

America watched its war plan collapse,

its cities burn, its youth erupt,

its president crumble,

its greatest leaders fall slain.

And there we were.

All alone with Richard Nixon.

No. No. Not at all.

Come on, face it. Face it, it's over.

All these groups

promoting the movement

are so full of their own

president, vice president,

- and secretary bullshit.

- Not at all.

They just think

it's all about them, man.

All these right-wing corporate hawks

plotting to invade the world,

and drug us to death

with happy pills and the Bible.

- It ain't gonna happen.

- I never said that.

What are you talking about?

You say it all the time.

I don't know. I think we all agree

that the world is

a terribly f***ed-up place,

but I happen to feel that

there's something to be done

to change the situation, and you...

don't really sound like you...

He doesn't. Well...

Well, you want to know

why you think that?

That, uh, something can

be done to change things?

Why?

- Because you're a chick.

- Oh, Jesus, Robbie.

What's that supposed to mean?

Oh, forget it.

Son of a b*tch.

So you're basically a chauvinist.

Why? Because I think guys

and chicks are different?

Come on, that's all I'm saying.

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