| Spoken:
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| Cut to Chicago
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| Music up
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| The time is the present
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| The place: an open air coffee shop. |
| The New York Times is spread out on the
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| table
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| Joe is there with another girl. |
| He’s a very smooth kisser, and her nails are
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| painted silver with pink edges that blend into the pink of his lips.
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| He ignores me. |
| I leave him, walk down the street through the traffic and down
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| toward the water
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| Sung:
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me
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| I don’t hear a word they’re sayin'
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| Only the echoes of my mind
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| I’m goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
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| Through the pourin' rain
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| Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
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| Bankin' off of the northeast winds
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| And sailin' on summer breeze
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| Skippin' over the ocean like a stone
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| Spoken:
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| Aunt Helen is there at the lake shore, helping suicides. |
| A blond fashion victim
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| male model has a rope and is planning to hang himself. |
| Others are gathered
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| around the water’s edge, a lot of AIDS patients, manic depressives and other
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| unhappy people
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| Aunt Helen soothes them. |
| She’s always had a calming effect on people. |
| She has letters, too, letters from people who are threatening to kill
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| themselves, and will she please try to stop them
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| Aunt Helen has a house right there by the lake. |
| She has a huge patio covered
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| with plants and colorful flowers, very life-affirming
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| Sung:
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| I’m goin' where the sun keeps shinin'
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| Through the pouring rain
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| Goin' where the weather suits my clothes
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| Banking off of the northeast winds
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| And sailin' on summer breeze
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| Skippin' over the ocean like a stone
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| Spoken:
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| There’s a girl on the patio who’s going to kill herself. |
| I join Aunt Helen,
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| who leaves me alone with the girl to try to convince her to live
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| «Where do you live?» |
| I ask her
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| «In the Boston area,» she mumbles
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| «Oh, well there’s the trouble right there,» I tell her. |
| «There's too much snow
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| there. |
| You need sunshine. |
| Move to LA, for a change. |
| You need a change.
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| It helps, believe me. |
| You can make friends.»
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| Then I remembered that the last time I convinced someone to move to LA,
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| they had a nervous breakdown
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| Oh well, I’m really happy now, because I’ve finally gotten out of show business |
| and have a new vocation: helping suicides in Chicago
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| My life now has meaning
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| Sung:
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me
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| Everybody’s talkin' at me |