The Beat Beneath My Feet

The BEAT BENEATH my FEE Schooled Southside

beneath the King of Beasts

Back in PigFat, St Louis

The air was gravid with heat,

sex and hops

They made the beer,

drank it when they got off

This is what you gotta do

But I just want to scratch the groove

Pick a partner, pick a domicile

My choice was to pick them all

lying, flying, like men blankly do

Girl, you're in the wrong

neighbourhood

This is what you gotta do

But I don't care,

I'll smash the groove

This is what you gotta do now

This is what you gotta do now

This is what you must do

But I'm going to

rough up the groove

- Tom. Where's your helmet?

- I chained it to my bike.

- You are using it, aren't you, Tom?

- Yes, Mum.

Do you know the number of people that would

still be alive if they'd worn a helmet?

- Did you see those paramedics?

- Yeah. The old lady downstairs.

Maybe if she would

have worn a helmet.

He walks inside

Steals a wink

You try to explain but

you ain't got time to think

You know he's bad news

But you take a glance

His headlines say you're on the

right page for romancing

You just fall

Oh yeah you fall for those eyes

Tom!

What you should have is Na2 SO4...

...our old friend sodium sulphate.

Tom Heath.

Tom?

Tom!

Since you're so far ahead of us...

...why don't you come up here

and talk us through the answer.

Come on.

Tom.

Tom!

Tom!

Mr. Freeze.

Hi, love!

Nature's beauty

from God with love

Thank you, God.

Tom-kins.

Everything okay?

Watch that movie

Watch it, watch it, watch me

Found me bottom-up,

bottled-up and refused since eye-ope

But he saw a suck,

picked me up and my spirit poured

We lived mouth to mouth, mouth

to south, hands round my neck

Mr. Freeze.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Signing up for that?

Look, we got some pretty serious

competition for Battle of the Bands, so...

Come on. Entertain us.

Show us what you can do.

Damien.

No?

Then give me my guitar

and shove off. Go on.

And close the door on

your way out, please!

Loser

Loser

YOU ARE A LOSER:

Loser

TOM IS A LOSER:

Loser

LOSER ALERT!

Loser

LOSER:

Loser

UPLOADING...

Mr.. Freeze.

You sent your form off yet?

Don't worry, you'll be alright.

Anyway, you're looking cool.

What do you think you're doing?

Stop that!

- Get off him!

- This one, this one.

Bloody hell.

- Tom, what's the matter with you?

- Book him, Lou.

Lunatic.

HOPE FOR CHILDREN CHARITY CONCER Tom's very quiet today.

- We're both...

- ...exhausted.

Poor old Mary's got a new

neighbour from hell apparently.

- And Tom...

- ...is fighting at school, getting into trouble.

Do you want me to

have a word with him?

Why not? I'm sure he's got a few

sentences that need finishing.

Tom.

You don't just attack

someone for no reason.

- If I was schizophrenic I might.

- Schizophrenics hear voices.

I hear music. Does that count?

I don't think that...

- Do you defend schizophrenics?

- No.

Just break up families, then.

Isn't there some kind of law about

getting involved with your clients?

- I'm not involved with your mother.

- You'd like to be, though.

You've got 2 choices. Stop fighting.

Put in some work. Get into university.

Or... be a sad loser.

Like your dad.

That is appalling.

Have you spoken to the Council?

They told me to

keep a noise diary.

Your constant

racket is driving me crazy.

- Why don't you let me?

- You're always doing this.

- What?

- Speaking for me. Finishing my sentences.

I am a perfectly functioning intelligent woman

quite capable of fighting my own battles.

- But you asked me to.

- Yes, I know.

Sorry, I'm just at the end of my...

You are destroying my life.

Is that marijuana?

Mary!

Rock 'n' roll.

Why do people feel they can inflict their

life choices on everyone around them?

Useless, selfish bloody...

- You don't know anything about him.

- I had 9 years of it with your father.

Thomas the tank.

- How you going, buddy?

- Hi, Dad.

You've got the best of my love

But only on the weekend

He's a great singer.

- I'm a singer, in a band.

- Really?

It's called Risk Factor.

Heard of us?

- No.

- No.

If you wanted to, just give me

your number then I could...

...get you on

the guest list.V-I-P.

Can I help you with anything?

No.Just waiting for him.

- Yeah, is that your son?

- No.

No, no, no.

It's just something I do.

I mentor special...

well difficult children.

- Doesn't look difficult.

- He's actually on sedatives.

Really?

Yeah. I mean,

you wouldn't think it.

He runs the most

dangerous gang in Sutton.

Yes!

It's okay. I got it.

He gets excited.

See? Fine.

I'm fine.

It's just for my peace of mind,

darling.

Jonah's gonna write us a

letter. Move to get him evicted.

Sleep well.

Finish the questions. Look at the

text for tomorrow and no talking.

Nothing Album Goes Double Platinum

Max Stone held on drugs charges

Nothing tour on hold

How very sad.

Come on, class, gather round.

Tom, get the page back.

So, tomorrow, a thousand words

on uses for the compound silicon.

Apart from breast implants.

Mr.. Perv.

I don't like myself

Well, I'm a haunted soul

What the hell do you want?

Teach me. You got loads of time.

You're always here.

MAX STONE MISSING.

MAX STONE SUICIDE?

One Million Pound tax Fraud...

wanted in America and the UK.

ROCKER'S SON DIES HIS OWN POOL

I know about your dead boy.

Maybe teaching me...

If you ever mention a dead child to me

again, that is exactly what you'll be.

I'd rather be dead than not be

able to play the guitar like you!

Teach me.

The blue one.

You teach me and you get to live

your secret life in peace.

The red one and I'll tell

everyone that you're not dead.

Think about it.

I bet the tabloids

would love a story like this.

"Crippled tax dodger living

under false identity."

"Wacko saddo benefit... cheater."

Sad little loner. No life.

So are you.

At least I had one.

Mum's getting a solicitor,

so you'd better stop playing...

...music all night and start

teaching me guitar...

...or you'll be locked up.

Do you hear?

Well I've been drinking

beer and whiskey all night

I'll fall down, yeah

Well I've been drinking

beer and whiskey all night

I'll fall down, yeah

Well

When the sun does come babe

I'm coming home

He's stopped playing his music.

I wonder why.

Sounds great.

Carry on.

Okay, from the top.3, 4...

Get a chair.

Tune it.

Go ahead, then.

Can I go in the other room?

What shall I play?

Anything.

- Why do you wanna play like me?

- Because you're brilliant.

You were voted

Rock Guitars' guitarist of 1993.

Yeah, was I?

How could you

forget something like that?

Listen, if I play like me and

people like it, that's one thing.

You play like me,

it's a tribute band.

- But I just wanna...

- No.

No more about me. I don't wanna

ever hear another word about me.

No history about me.

No facts about me. You just play.

It's good.

Yeah.

Just... just leave it.

Thanks.

Leave me alone

I just wanna hang with my friends

Dirty pretty thing

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