The Music Never Stopped Page #4

- I don't see anything to believe in.

Well if you don't have

any respect for yourself,

at least show some for him.

You ought to be

ashamed of yourself.

You're the only thing

I'm ashamed of!

Gabriel.

Is that right?

Okay.

You want to burn something?

- Burn this.

- Dad.

Please, stop this.

Burn it. No, no, no.

Gabriel wants to burn a flag.

I've got one right here

I think he should burn.

I'm getting out of here.

I want you to burn this!

- Enough, Henry.

- Burn it!

Go to hell!

I'm splitting.

Then don't bother coming back.

Fine!

Come with me or go alone

He's come to take his children home

And that's when you went to Manhattan?

Yeah. To the Village. Yeah.

I can't go with you now.

Sure you can.

Look, you can.

This is our dream.

Gabe, you're graduating

in a few months.

That's nothing. We'll go then.

I don't need a bullshit diploma.

I don't need it.

It's now. Now is the time.

This... there's

nothing for us here.

It's all there,

and we're gonna miss it.

Gabe, you're just upset, and you just

need to think about this, Gabe.

I mean, you really

need to think about it.

Oome.

Please.

Please.

I can't go.

I know.

I know.

Come hear Uncle John's band...

That must have been hard, Gabe.

When did this happen?

I don't know. Oouple years ago.

It doesn't matter,

and I'm not going back.

...playing to the tide

Come on along or go alone

He's come to take...

That's not what happened.

That night,

that's not what happened.

It's not important.

That's exactly what happened.

Gabriel's memory is like

it's been preserved in a jar.

We have intervening memories,

and each new memory colors

our perceptions of our old memories.

Gabriel can't do that.

He can't remember

that he's seen you

almost every day

in the last few months.

He can't even remember

the conversation that we just had.

I'll tell you about

something I remember.

I remember a little boy

who was gonna have everything...

and I remember how that music...

My son was poisoned by the garbage

you're feeding him,

and there aren't enough

intervening memories

in the world to help me forget that.

You're using music to bring him back

to a time when he fell apart.

I don't want to go back to that time.

Let's find some music

that can bring him back

to a time when things were right.

Henry, it doesn't work that way.

What we need to do now is to find

the music that he loved, and...

No, what we need to do now

is what I say we need to do now.

This is my son.

He's my son, too.

Yes.

Of course.

Our son.

And speaking for both of us,

thank you very much for your help.

We won't be needing you anymore.

I apologize for my husband.

I think you and Gabriel

have done great work...

and I want you to keep going.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

I'm sleeping in Gabriel's room.

I can't share a bed with you

anymore, not after today.

Why are you angry with me?

I'm not angry with you.

I'm angry with me.

Gabriel is not the only one

who remembers it that way.

I remember that night

in exactly the same way,

because every day,

I replay it in my head,

and I look for a place

that I could've said something

that would have changed all this.

I know...

I know there's something I could've said

to make him stay.

Then he wouldn't have left

for all those years,

and we wouldn't have found him

like that, and he wouldn't be sick.

What does it matter what stupid music

brings back our son?

His music. Your music.

Who cares?

You're so pigheaded.

Where do you think Gabriel learned

to be so moved by his music?

Is that some big mystery?

You're always going on about

what your music reminds you of,

as if you're the only one

that has memories worth recalling.

You know what those songs remind me of?

The man who introduced me to them.

What happened to him?

I once held her

in my arms

She said she will

always stay

But I was cruel

I treated her like a fool

I threw it all away

Once I had mountains

in the palm of my hand

and rivers that ran though...

Whoa.

These are old.

Yeah.

I'll bet I could go 21/2 for these,

if they're in good shape.

They're mint.

All right, just trade me these

for everything you got after...

that's... loud.

Oould you be more specific?

I like to dream

Yes, yes...

I'm just mad about saffron

Oh, saffron's mad about me...

I went down to the crossroads

fell down on my knees...

Getting to the point

where I'm no fun anymore...

Because I used to love her

but it's all over now...

Goin'down the road

feeling bad

Goin'down the road

feelin'bad

Hey, hey, hey

Don't wanna be treated this way

I brought some music

for us to listen to.

They're selling postcards of the hanging

They're painting the passports brown...

Do you know what song this is?

I have no idea.

Desolation Row.

Great song and amazing lyrics.

"They're selling postcards

of the hanging. "

Do you know when

I first heard this song?

No, Gabriel. Tell me.

First time I heard this song,

It was... I don't know...

maybe a couple summers ago.

I had just bought Highway 61.

You and Mom were downstairs,

and, you know,

she had made stuffed cabbage.

The smell was

hanging around the house.

And you remember? You...

You put the milk in the freezer,

and she was mad at you for that,

and you were mad at me

'cause I was late for dinner,

but I had just gotten this album.

I was out of my mind to listen to it.

Man, it spoke to me.

I mean, all...

all the craziness, you know?

All... all the possibilities.

It's like when I put my hands

on the neck of a guitar.

You can see things that you

can't normally see.

And the only sound that's left

That's great, Gabe.

After the ambulances go

is Cinderella sweeping up on

- "Desolation Row. "

- desolation row...

What is that?

Dylan was writing about this lynching

that happened after a circus.

And "They're selling

postcards of the hanging. "

The Tet offensive was on Oronkite.

I was listening to it.

And the Times was...

was running that photo

of the Vietnamese officer

who was executing a prisoner.

It's... it's psychotic.

It's... it's psychedelic.

It's insane, you know?

I mean, this... this is a circus.

And the hunchback of Notre Dame

Everybody is making love

or else expecting rain

And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing

He's getting ready for the show

He's going to the carnival tonight

on Desolation Row

I should get going.

Yeah, dinner's at 7:00.

Hush-a-bye, baby.

Hush quite a lot.

Bad babies get rabies

and have to be shot.

Hush-a-bye, baby.

Hush quite a lot.

Bad babies get rabies

and have to be shot.

Good.

It's gruesome.

It's like Edgar Allan Poe.

Oh, you like Edgar Allan Poe?

I like The Raven.

Me, too.

Now, can you repeat the rhyme?

- No.

- It's okay.

Do it with me.

Hush...

- a-bye, baby.

- Hush-a-bye, baby.

Hush quite a lot.

Bad babies get rabies...

and have to be shot.

Do it again.

Hush-a-bye, baby.

Hush quite a lot.

Bad babies get rabies

and have to be shot.

That's good.

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