Mister Lonely Page #4

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# Everything to God...

No.

- Yes.

- No!

Yes!

- No... no!

- Please! Please!

No, tart! Tart, no!

No! No!

No!

#... take it to the Lord in prayer

# Can you find a friend so faithful

# Who will all your sorrows share?

# Jesus knows our every weakness

# Thou will find...

#... our solace there #

Oh, no, that's terrible news.

Are you sure there's not been

some mistake?

Hmm...

OK, so what options do we have?

Mm-hm.

And there's no way to treat it?

What, even those that are not infected?

Do you have any concept

of how valuable these beasts are?

No, no, no, no, no, you will not do it.

We will do it ourselves, thank you.

Stop, stop.

I said we will do it ourselves.

It's the right thing to do.

Yes, I give you my word.

Yeah, I'm...

Come on in.

- Hello.

- Hey.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- I brought you some strawberries.

- Oh, thank you.

That's really nice, thanks.

What's this?

It's a recorder.

Why?

"Why" what?

Why do you need to record things?

Oh, it's just something I do, you know?

When I write songs...

or when I see something beautiful.

I talk into it, mostly, or read from books,

just to remember things.

Like what?

People... stories, mainly.

I always felt like

life moves too quickly,

and this is my attempt at slowing it.

I get to keep the days with me...

get to keep the people I meet with me.

Otherwise, they all leave me.

The sheep have to be killed.

Those people said they're diseased.

What?

All of them?

Yeah, all of them.

They all have to be killed.

Whoa.

It's easy to get sick these days.

Do you ever talk about me?

When?

In your recorder.

Oh.

Yeah.

Yeah, sometimes.

What do you say?

I don't know.

Different things.

It depends.

Oops...

Sorry.

I hope they're good.

What?

The things you say about me.

Mmm...

Viva la fresa.

I never...

I never would act...

I never... I never would...

It going,

it going to be OK, OK, OK.

It going to be OK.

The pretty girl...

The pretty girl...

Pleased to meet you.

Pleased to meet you, too.

What are you doing?

What do you do?

What do you know how to do?

Sheep...

Mmm, sheep!

Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep,

sheep, sheep, sheep...

Sh*t, sh*t.

F***.

F***ing government. F***!

F***ing government. F***! Bullshit!

Bullshit, bullshit!

What's, uh...

How, how old...

How old are you?

I'm... 34.

Mmm, perhaps 35.

My life, my life, it's...

My life, it don't count for nothing.

I would like to speak for a moment here.

I would like to propose a toast.

A toast.

To the dreams we dream, my friends.

Oh, yeah.

Hear! Hear!

Yes, dreams.

To the dreams who make us who we are.

To the dreams that allow us

to find one another,

to seek refuge

and to pause for comfort.

I'm not stupid,

and I'm an old man.

But I know that I'm not like everybody else.

And everyone in this room

is not like everybody else.

But the good thing is

that we have found one another and

we have become what we wish we were.

And I say this tonight because, you know,

our sheep have fallen ill.

Those gentle creatures

who provide so much for us

and ask for so little in return.

These sheep did not have the choice

to be human as we are.

They are simply sheep.

They cannot choose to do what we do.

And so tonight, my friends,

I propose that we should get drunk

on behalf of our fallen comrades in

the pastures whose lives shall soon cease.

To the dreams that propel us.

To the dreams that keep us well.

And finally, to the dreams that unite us

here, tonight, with each other.

To our sheep!

To our sheep!

To our sheep.

# Hangman, hangman

# Slack your line

# Slack it just a while

# For I think I see my pappy coming

# Traveling many a mile

# Traveling many a mile

# Papa, Papa

# Has you brought gold

# For to pay this hangman's fee

# Or did you come to see me swinging

# High from this hangman's tree

# High from this hangman's tree

# Daughter, daughter, daughter

# I brought no gold

for to pay this hangman's fee

# But I come to see you

swinging, swinging

# High from this hangman's tree

# High from this hangman's tree...

# Hangman, hangman

# Slack your line

# Slack it just a while

# Oh, I think I see my mama coming

# Traveling many a mile

# Traveling many a mile

# Mama, Mama, Mama

# Has you brought gold

for to pay this hangman's fee

# Or did you come to see me swinging

# High from this hangman's tree

# High from this hangman's tree

# Daughter, daughter, daughter

# I brought no gold

# For to pay this hangman's fee...

#... but I come to see you

swinging, swinging

# High from this hangman's tree

# High from this hangman's tree #

Sisters, I know

this might sound ridiculous,

but the Lord wants to test us.

The Lord wants us

to jump out of an aeroplane,

without a parachute!

He wants to see us fly.

He wants to see us

dance through the sky and do tricks,

show the world there are miracles,

there are miracles to happen to everybody.

If you're pure enough,

if you believe enough,

Sisters, believe me,

you will fly.

We here in the broken nation

are tired and bruised.

We have been left here alone with nothing.

We have been abandoned.

We are like vomit in the street

outside of a seedy bar.

We have been relegated

to the bottom of the barrel

and all our senses of understanding

and love seem gone forever.

In order to survive here,

we have to become like animals...

and we have to fore go

all sense of civility and understanding.

How is it possible that a nun can fly?

How is it possible that she falls

out of a plane and lands unscathed?

But who are we...

who are we to scoff at such things?

Who are we to doubt such miracles?

Alas, we are but tramps in the gutter,

here in the broken nation.

But a little faith

can take us a long, long way.

If you're pure enough,

if you believe enough,

Sisters, believe me,

you will fly.

God will be your parachute.

You will experience the miracle

that I have felt.

Come on, move your ass!

This should be ready for June!

This is going to be

the greatest f***ing show on earth!

Let's go! Let's go!

Out of the stage!

Mind where you put

the f***ing brush!

I told you not to let

the f***ing Stooges in here!

I said don't let the f***ing...

Do you know

what this f***ing outfit cost me?

Do you know

what this f***ing outfit cost me?

Abe, stop it!

- We'll never finish it.

- We will finish it, sweetie.

- It looks like sh*t.

- She's crying.

- I think we bet... I think, oh...

- Be quiet.

- Look what you did.

- Shut up!

- He always does this.

- Paint all over the clothes!

We have a performance

and no one's gonna come!

It looks like sh*t,

and you guys can't get to work!

- You see?

- F***ing right.

- Sorry.

- Tell the f***ing Stooges.

No, I'm sorry, I just...

It is not the Stooges' fault.

We just have to focus and get it done.

We want people to come see us, right?

- Yeah.

- People will come.

People are gonna see this place

and... turn away, unless we work.

It's going to be the greatest

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