Song to Song Page #6

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but to do what I do, so...

Eventually, maybe he'll hear

my prayers and I'll be able to...

you know, move forward and do something...

valued with my life.

Something my dad

can be proud of, you know.

WOMAN:
Make the money.

Don't let the money make you.

Create the illusion,

but don't let yourself

believe that illusion.

(VOICE FADING) Only make him believe it.

Don't let yourself get caught up in it.

WOMAN:
I sell a fantasy, not my body.

I sell an illusion.

I sell, you know...

a daydream to these guys.

And I try to keep the cookie jar closed.

RHONDA:
Is that me?

WOMAN:
The cookie jar closed.

RHONDA:
You burn me.

Who are you?

I can't take this world straight.

(MUSIC ENDS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

RHONDA:
Big candy store out there.

- WOMAN:
I think I get a little insecure

- COOK:
What do you like to drink?

WOMAN:
and... you know,

I just... I look for comfort...

- WOMAN:
in places I shouldn't.

- COOK:
You like to get high?

WOMAN:
I don't know...

It's kind of...

I'm weird,.

- WOMAN:
I'm just...

- COOK:
What's your fantasy?

COOK:
What turns you on?

WOMAN:
I think just

being wanted turns me on.

COOK:
Tell me what scares you.

I'm really scared of spiders.

Um, but most things don't scare me.

I think I have a thick skin.

I think I'm pretty strong.

No, but what really scares you?

I don't know my family.

No one's ever been there for me but me,.

RHONDA:
You like those girls, don't you?

They know what you are.

When I was a girl,

I loved everyone.

You killed my love.

(INDISTINCT VOCALIZATIONS)

(SUSTAINED, SUSPENSEFUL RUMBLE)

(SUSTAINED RUMBLE GROWS LOUDER)

RHONDA:
What did I say?

Do?

(INDISTINCT VOCALIZATIONS RISE, THEN FADE)

Mom, I'm afraid of myself.

(INDISTINCT VOCALIZATIONS RETURN)

A hatred in me.

(INDISTINCT VOCALIZATIONS CONTINUE)

Everything I could do to get free...

goes through my mind.

Makes me evil.

I used to think I could never be wicked,.

Wicked before.

A long way out for me.

(group) ...so much to seek

to be consoled

as to understand,

to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive.

It is in pardoning...

Bang.

Bang.

Bang, may the blessings

of all those that you love

and those who love you...

(QUIET CHATTER, LAUGHTER)

(SUSTAINED ORGAN CHORD)

(WATER BURBLING)

(LAUGHTER)

(BIRDS CHIRPING, DISTANT CHATTER)

(SUSTAINED ORGAN CHORD)

(INDISTINCT VOCALIZATIONS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

RHONDA:
Mama.

Where am I now?

Where are we?

(ELECTRICAL BUZZING)

RHONDA:
I knew how destroyed... I was.

(SOBBING)

RHONDA:
Forgive me.

(SOBBING CONTINUES)

(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

MAN:
In that time, did she have

any medical history or medication?

About her mental health issues?

Had she ever had any Bang.

Or expressed any depression to you?

(RHYTHMIC CHANTING)

(CHAMBER CHOIR AND ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)

(CHANTING AND MUSIC SWELLS LOUDER)

(CHANTING AND MUSIC SWELL LOUDER)

(CHANTING REACHES CLIMAX, THEN FADES)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC SLOWLY FADES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING FROM WINDOW)

You got food all over you.

(BV's VOICE BREAKING)

I just wanted to come...

come and sit next to you.

Things turned out a little different

than we thought they would, didn't they?

(TRAFFIC RUMBLING OUTSIDE)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

They like carrots and apples.

Every now and then,

I'll bring them one, but...

They're spoiled now.

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY AND FADES)

These old guitars seem to have

a song ready-made for you.

They always have old songs...

loan... I can go on

for hours with one chord.

It's just one chord hammering.

Glory of a good man

Come on and they carry him home...

(DISTORTION FROM AMPLIFIED BASS)

PATTI SMITH:
Can you see?

Yeah, she has a face... a face like yours.

(LOUD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

BV:
I do... f don't know... I didn't know

why I was coming to this party.

Then I saw you,

and I thought, "That's why."

You got a boyfriend?

No.

I don't think so. Did we meet before?

- Did we?

- I've seen you before.

- Where?

- Lots of times.

BV:
But I mean, I'm...

I'm not doing anything wrong, am I?

- By talking to you?

- No.

There's something on your face.

Did you get it?

- Huh?

- Did you get it?

Mm-mm.

Gotta come closer.

I got it.

FAYE:
Thank you.

(INAUDIBLE)

Here we go.

- Okay, start from the beginning.

- Okay.

Does it start right there,

or does it have an intro'?

Do you want it to...?

But slower.

It's a love story.

(PIANO CONTINUES)

(INAUDIBLE)

(PIANO CONTINUES)

(BIRDS CHIRP)

(PIANO FADES)

(CAR ENGINE NEARBY)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(BV CLICKING TONGUE)

Excuse... excuse me.

Hey.

Hi.

FAYE:
Is this happening?

BV:
Who was that girl

I saw you with at the hotel?

Just a girl.

A woman.

Why you smiling?

I don't know.

Wow.

I don't have to tell you

that kind of thing.

Oh, I didn't realize there

was something not to tell.

She was your girlfriend?

Mm-hmm.

What happened?

I went out with her,

and I never called her again.

Did you love her?

BV:
I didn't realize it at the time.

FAYE:
Mm-hmm.

BV:
Don't smile.

BV:
Well...

- You ready?

- Okay.

(BV CHUCKLING)

You gotta try harder than that.

FAYE:
I wish I could

take back every wound.

BV:
Guess that blue bug is back.

FAYE:
Every doubt.

You found me,.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

You held out your hand.

(SERENE, ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

FAYE:
I took sex.

A gift.

I played with it.

()

I played with the flame of life.

PATTI SMITH:
I was married in 1980,

and I've been a widow since...

1994, but...

I still wear my ring

'cause he's still my husband.

You know, we didn't get divorced, so...

This is... this is my wedding ring,

and this I bought

for myself after he died.

It's what they gave runners

who didn't win a marathon

but finished the race.

PATTI SMITH:
...be an artist.

I never thought I would live long.

You know, I'd be an artist

and die young of tuberculosis or something

like Charlotte Bront, but, uh...

(FAYE GIGGLES)

PATTI SMITH:
What bad thing did you do?

Just...

got involved with...

this man who I thought

could help me and...

You made a mistake, you know?

Do you look at it...

You'll do fine.

(ACOUSTIC GUITAR PLAYING)

I love you.

(WHISPERING) Thank you.

PATTI SMITH:
ls that your fella?

(WHISPERING) Fight for him.

(CROWD CHEERING)

PATTI SMITH:
Really love him.

Don't let him get away.

Boots that tramped from track to track

Worn down to the sole

One road was paved in gold

One road was just a road

Mercy has a human heart.

FAYE:
"For Mercy has a human heart;

Pity, a human face;

And Love, the human form divine:

And Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every slime,

That prays in his distress,

Prays to the human form...

Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

And all must love the human form,

In heathen, Turk, or Jew..."

Mercy...

(GUITAR STRUMMING)

(SILENT LAUGHING)

(MUSIC ENDS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

- Want him on your shoulder?

- Mm-hmm.

FAYE:

It was like a new paradise.

FAYE:
Forgiveness.

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