Not Fade Away Page #4

When you find

this Mr. Perfect,

does he get some

kind of award?

The thing is,

with this apartment now,

I'm going to need

bread to pay rent.

Grace was saying that

their milkman's nephew

has this band that plays

at this bar down in Asbury.

The Jersey shore

is all Four Seasons people.

They wouldn't understand

what we do.

More and more

greasers nowadays

are not combing it back.

Grace was saying that...

Look, man, there's something

I need to rap with you about.

They should really

put more than

one of these fat

blobs in each can.

Yeah, that's definitely where

it's at with baked beans.

On the other hand,

it's a treat to wait for it.

The beans themselves

are pretty boring.

Yeah, okay.

Look.

The summer

after high school,

actually,

right through that year,

Grace Deitz was blowing me.

She used to blow

De Souza, too.

I know this for a fact.

Did he f*** her?

I don't know.

But anyway,

getting back to me,

I didn't f*** her.

But she did blow me regularly.

And I thought you

should know because,

A, in the future, we'll face

a lot of stresses and strains

what with magazine shoots,

press conferences, etcetera.

Look, man, she's stone free

to do as she please.

Exactamente.

Especially concerning

outdated sexual mores.

There's one more

piece of fat.

Gracias, man.

Look, this had to be done,

me telling you this.

For the good of the band.

Better you found out now

than after we made it.

The last thing we need

is an Anita problem

like you hear about

with Keith and Brian.

He's my best friend.

Some best friend

who tells you that.

So it is significant.

A minute ago,

it was just part of the sexual revolution.

Right. Things have

really changed.

Yeah, I know. I'm cool.

Now things have changed.

But you were blowing

him in late '64,

which by my calculations

means that Christmas break

party at your house.

Nobody in Hancock

was rapping about

any f***ing sexual

revolution then.

You know that as well as I.

You must have blown him

the night you told me

time was on my side.

He's trying to drive

a wedge between us

because I give you

my opinions on the band.

Holy f***! I'm right!

It was a long time ago,

and, frankly,

it's none of your business.

You blew De Souza,

too, didn't you?

- I know this for a fact.

- F*** you, man.

How am I supposed to not think

about that when we're kissing?

I don't know!

Think of toothpaste!

You had intercourse

with my sister.

I could've freaked out over that,

but we weren't together then.

I didn't have intercourse

with your sister.

You're a liar.

Why would she make it up?

She's insane?

Don't you call her insane.

You were up in her room,

drinking.

You didn't go in

there to ball her?

No. You're f***ing amazing.

High school, it's the

jocks you go after.

Then Wells,

'cause he's lead guitar,

and now me,

'cause I'm lead singer.

Is that what you think?

That's your M.O.

I believe in you.

God...

What was I thinking?

You're a small person.

You were in high school,

and you still are.

Exactly! High school.

Once a conceited b*tch,

always a conceited b*tch.

I thought we were best friends.

Look, he told you

for the good of the band.

I want to leave

this f***ing world.

F***ing A, man!

Dave Smith gets signed

to Elektra Records.

Dave's writing original songs.

Really?

I keep telling you guys!

Andrew Oldham!

The Stones,

he locked them in a room...

And got Jagger and Richards

to write their own songs.

Doing covers is

a thing of the past.

Except,

they had two huge hits.

Not Fade Away, Buddy Holly.

It's All Over Now...

Two hits? I need this

to be my career.

Shame on you, man.

Need is like peasants

starving in Southeast Asia.

Nobody needs a career!

I think we should all

move to the East Village,

get an apartment there.

Corky Curto went to the

East Village the other night.

Sees a guy beating his dog

to death with a baseball bat.

Corky goes over

to intervene.

The dog was a rat!

There's a music scene

there, not here.

Look, I don't want to

lord this over you,

but I've been, like, the main

music figure in this town

since high school.

I feel like I owe it

to the people to remain...

What the f*** are

you two doing?

I feel like I owe it

to the people

to remain loyal

to our roots.

Celebrity has responsibilities.

In June, 1967,

The Beatles released

Sergeant Pepper's

Lonely Hearts Club Band.

Dominic, I'd like you

to meet my son, Orlando.

Pleasure to meet you, son.

We're all proud of you.

That summer is

known to history

as the Summer of Love.

I got cancer.

Mycosis fungoides.

That's what he called it.

Looks like psoriasis,

but it moves to the lymph glands.

What's going to happen?

Could be a year or two.

I started writing some lyrics.

I've been messing with

this progression.

It's a little more McGuinn-ish

than what we usually do.

That's right. There.

# I had the cards

close to my vest

# When the table

got kicked over

# It's what you wanted

# Though you thought nothing

and said even less

# And now even your

carrier pigeons

# Have been picked

off by the vultures

# There's only one thing

left for you to confess

Last chorus. Here we go.

# Am I still penciled in

on your calendar

# Am I still the late night call

# When you've got nothing to say

# I know it's New Year's Eve

And you say you love me

# Last lover standing

In minor C this time.

# Last lover standing

# Who'll be the last

lover standing

# On Saint Valentine's

# Day

You really wrote that?

It sounds like an actual song.

What'd you think, Eugenio?

It was okay, I guess.

What about the

other one? Sniper?

It's about the war.

How Schindewulf's old man

made him join up.

It's like a protest song?

It sucks.

Later, alligator.

Jesus Christ on the cross!

These openings are

a tight squeeze.

Bullshit!

I told you not to let her

drive any of the vehicles.

She comes out from the city,

pilfers all our

toilet paper and provisions,

and shears off

a goddamn mirror?

She must be doing

it on purpose!

Why would she do that?

And what's with

wearing the plastic

lemon juice applicators?

I don't know, Dad.

ReaLemon is one of your sponsors.

Is your sister

taking this LSD?

You better come

clean right now.

No.

This is Emile.

What the hell is this?

Yeah, that keeps happening.

It's my strabismus.

What are you talking about?

You're not cross-eyed.

Well, how come

I keep seeing double then?

Or quadruple if I want to?

You walk barefoot

in New York City?

Walking on gobs and chewing

gum and God knows what?

# Train kept a-rollin'

all night long

# Train kept a-rollin'

all night long

# Train kept a-rollin'

all night long

# Train kept a-rollin'

all night long

# With a heave and a ho

# But I just couldn't let her go

# Train kept a-rollin'

all night long

# Train kept a-rollin'

all night long

# Train kept a-rollin'

all night long

The fireworks display

is tomorrow night

for the parents.

F*** that!

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