Modern Life Is Rubbish Page #2

Yeah, I think it was June

Layin' back

Head on the grass

Chewing gum

Havin' some laughs

Yeah, I'm havin' some laughs

You make me feel

Like the one

Make me feel like the one

The one

You make me feel

Like the one

Make me feel like the one

The one

Thinking back

Drinking for two

Drinking with you

I haven't got a, um...

Oh, oh, oh.

Um... Yeah.

Okay.

Okay.

I-It's...

It's not going on.

Try it

the other way around?

Oh, yeah. Right.

Okay. Got it.

Have you done this

before?

Yeah, yeah.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, just a bit...

a bit higher.

A bit high...

No! A bit lower now.

No! Not there!

Not there.

Nearly.

Just a bit too...

And now push.

[surprised whimper]

Okay. Okay.

- [thumping]

- [bed frame squeaking]

- [pounding]

- [woman] F*** off, or I'll come over!

Wait. Um...

Could we put the radio on or something?

The walls are paper thin.

Yeah. [grunts] Okay.

Okay.

[radio:

scream metal playing]

[laughing]

Here.

I'll try something else.

[frequencies

tuning]

[classical:

"Flight of the Bumblebee"]

- [pounding on wall]

- [frequencies tuning]

- [romantic pop playing]

- Let's, um...

- Let's move to the floor.

- Yeah. Okay.

Sure.

Just wiggle this way

and I'll just...

make myself...

- [sighs, laughs]

- [laughing]

[romantic pop

continues playing]

- [man 1] All I want in life's A little bit of love

- [man 2] Wise men say

To trip the pain away

[man 2]

Only fools rush in

Only fools rush in

- But I

- [man 1 continues singing]

I can't help

I can't help falling

Falling in love with you

I will love you

Till I die

And I will love you

All the time

So please

Put your sweet hand

In mine

So how was your thing

last night?

It's gone really well,

actually.

Working something out with a promoter.

Putting a massive gig together.

- It's all looking pretty f***ing fonzie.

- Okay. I was just asking.

We don't have to drag it out like this.

You know?

I mean, I could just

copy these for you.

Or you could upload them if you

just got yourself an iPhone.

I refuse to join the ranks

of the Sudoku-playing,

Kindle-reading,

latte-slurping, iPhone-wearing

clones that adorn this city,

oblivious to the fact that their

individuality has been co-opted

by a handful

of global multinationals!

F*** the iPhone!

Okay.

You still sticking with the same name?

For the EP?

- Yeah.

- Hip Operation?

Yes.

It's clever.

It works on

two different levels.

But you wouldn't get that,

would you?

Fine.

I know you won't listen to me. You never

listened to me about the name of the band.

What's wrong with

the name of the band?

Head Cleaner?

[scoffs]

Yeah.

You used to get those cassettes

that clean fluff off tape decks.

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