Inside Llewyn Davis Page #5

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No, no, he said it's urgent.

It's a session this afternoon

at Columbia.

Somebody got sick and dropped out.

He thought you'd like the work.

What? What?

- Did he say that I need my guitar?

I think he mentioned a guitar.

Do I need my guitar? Hello?

Hi, I'm here for Mr. Cromartie's

session. Llewyn Davis.

Have a seat.

I'll let him know you're here.

Llewyn.

Mr. Cromartie,

it's an honor to meet you.

Heh. Where's your guitar?

Hey.

- Hey, man, you made it.

- Yeah.

- You'll play a Gibson, right?

- Yours? Sure, yeah.

- You playing, uh...?

- Triple-O 21. Do you know Al Cody?

- Hey, man. Hey.

- Hi.

Can you read a chart, Llewyn?

I, uh...

I can stare at a chart and fake it, sir.

All right.

Jim and Al will teach you the song.

Take your time.

We're here to have fun.

All right.

So we're, uh...?

We're the what?

The John Glenn Singers?

It's not the most serious music

we've recorded at this studio.

Uh...

It's a thing.

I don't wanna

Don't send me off into outer space

I sweat when they put me

Yeah, but we wanna go to...

Let's still do the "p-p-please" into the...

- Into the verse.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- P-P-P

Don't send me off into outer...

P-p-p-p-please

What? No, I ca... Because then it gets

all muddled up into the verse.

- No, no, no.

Shoot.

No, you just do the p-p-p's

into the ver... If you do two p-p's.

- P-p, then the "sweat when they... "

- Yep.

- Really?

- Yep.

P-p, I sweat when they stuck me

In the pressure suit

Shoot.

Bubble helmet

Hash Gordon boots

- No air out there, gravity...

Ow, ow, ow

- That's no place to be a hero

- Shoot.

- Okay.

- Yeah. Oh-oh-oh.

OK.

Hey, look, I'm happy for the gig,

but who wrote this?

I did.

- You...

Okay?

So okay?

- Good?

Shoot.

"Please, Mr. Kennedy"

take one. And we're rolling.

One, two, one, two, three, four.

Ten, nine

Eight, seven, six, five

- Four, three, two

- One second, please

- Please, Mr. Kennedy

Uh-oh

I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

- P-p-please

- Please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

- I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

I sweat when they stuck me

In the pressure suits

Bubble helmet

Hash Gordon boots

- No air up there in gravity zero

- Outer space

- I need to breathe

- Outer

- Don't need to be a hero

- Space

Are you reading me loud and clear?

- Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

- I don't wanna go

- Please don't shoot me into outer

- Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy

- Uh-oh

I don't wanna go

Please don't shoot me

into outer space

Fm 6-foot-2

And so perhaps you'll

Tell me how to fit into

A S-foot capsule

I won't be known

As Man of the Century

if Pm blubbering upon reentry

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