God Help the Girl Page #5

for a shortcut.

Anything happen in the park?

Captain was acting strange,

she kept running ahead

and then got into

the herb garden

and then she started

digging like mad.

I got out of bed

and came here for adventure

I stepped on a stone

on the way

I took off my shoe

and a dog came towards me

Wagging his tail happily

Dog, if you could speak,

you'd know what to do

Simply turn around and run

Rent a cheap second

and crystal ball

I would trust my future

to you

Got out of bed when

the springs wouldn't have me

Fired me up, like a gun

Fell into my suit

and I walked down to breakfast

Green leaves

and blue sky and sun

Boy, if you could speak,

you'd know what to do

You'd sit and let the world

go 'round

Remember all you saw

and tell it back

in the stories when

the day is done

Remember all you saw

and tell it back

in the stories when

the day is done

My Theory for Applied Music

rocked.

We were doing Romeo and Juliet

for English,

but I got more into the song,

"Romeo and Juliet."

It's a good song.

The guy who wrote that song

is a songwriting deity.

Did he write any other

tunes as good?

One, one and a half.

So, then how can you proclaim

him a deus?

A man needs only write

one genius song,

one song that lives forever

in the hearts of the populous

to make him forever divine.

Well, it should be easy then.

It's not easy.

Many women and men have lived

empty, wasted lives in attics

trying to write

classic pop songs.

What they don't realize is

it's not for them to decide.

It's God.

Or, the god of music.

Or, the part of God that

concerns Himself with music.

That's why the hit maker

has to be considered part divine

because the divine

spoke through them.

Preposterous notion.

But quite a good one.

Excuse me for one minute.

- So, you came.

- Yeah, I just made it.

Sorry I missed your band.

Have you been working

in a factory or what?

No, I've been waitressing.

What are you doing?

I have an idea.

Come, come.

What is this place?

This is where I work sometimes.

Wow, do you own this place?

No, I don't own it, but I know

where all the good stuff is.

I could help you pick

something to wear.

- Really?

- Sure, have a look around.

They never met

The singer and the swinger

She walked in

They walked around

each other

Fighting for the mirror

and smiling

Nope, that is not for you.

This is for another species.

I was tongue tied

You could try it, I suppose.

And she aspired to perfection

as a hipster

No, that is not suitable

to your shape.

Your breasts are exquisite.

The dress looks

like a potato sack.

You're not a potato.

Okay, well, walk forward.

Now on your left.

Forward, good.

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