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Without you. The ground thaws. The rain falls. The grass grows. . Without you. The seeds root. The flowers bloom. The children play. . The stars gleam.
Will I lose my dignity?. Will someone care?. Will I wake tomorrow. From this nightmare?. . Will I lose my dignity?. Will someone care?. Will I wake tomorrow.
Don't breathe too deep, don't think all day. Dive into work, drive the other way. That drip of hurts, that pint of shame. Goes away, just play the game.
Roger, this is your mother. Roger, honey I don't get these postcards. Moving to Santa Fe, back in New York. Starting a rock band, Roger, where are you? Please call.
Roger and Mark. "Speak". . Alexi darling. Mark Cohen. Alexi Darling. Labor Day weekend. . In East Hampton. On the beach. Just saw Alec Baldwin. Told him you say hi.
Well, Joanne, we're off. I tried you at the office and hey, said, you're. Stage managing or something. Remind her that those unwed mothers in Harlem. Need her legal help too.
Speak. (Beep). . That was a very loud beep. I don't even know if this is working. Mark, Mark, are you there. Are you screening your calls?, It's mom. .
Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger. I'm writing one great song. Yes, we screen, speak. Chestnuts Roasting. . Collins, I'm downstairs. Hey, Roger picked up the phone.
December 24th, 9 pm. Eastern Standard Time. Here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit. . First shot, Roger.
The samples won't delay but the cable. There's another way, say something, anything. Test, one, two, three, anything but that. . This is weird, it's weird.
Every single day. I walk down the street. I hear people say. "Baby" so sweet. . Ever since puberty. Everybody stares at me. Boys, girls. I can't help it baby.
New York City, uh huh. Center of the universe, sing it girl. Times are shitty. But I'm pretty sure they can't get worse, I hear that. . It's a comfort to know.
How do you document real life. When real life's getting more like fiction each day?. Headlines, bread-lines blow my mind. And now this deadline, eviction or pay rent.
December 24th, 9 pm. Eastern Standard Time. Here on in, I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it, instead of my old shit. . First shot, Roger.
Last night I had a dream. I found myself in a desert. Called Cyberland. . It was hot. My canteen had sprung a leak. And I was thirsty. . Out of the abyss.
What's the time?. Well it's gotta be close to midnight. My body's talking to me. It says, Time for danger. . It says, I wanna commit a crime. Wanna be the cause of a fight.
ROGER:. One song glory, one song before I go. Glory, one song to leave behind. Find one song, one last refrain. Glory, from the pretty boy front man. .
Like a breath of midnight air. Like a lighthouse, like a prayer. Like the flicker and the flare. The sky reveals. . Like a walk along the shore. That you've walked a thousand times before.
Steve, Gordon, Ali. Pam, Sue, hi, I'm Angel. Tom, Collins, I'm Paul. Let's begin. . There's only us. There's only this. . "Sorry, excuse me, oops". "And you are?".