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# Well, the healing has begun #

# I want you to put on your pretty summer dress, yeah #

# You can wear your Easter clothes #

# Sunday bonnet and all the rest #

# But I want to make love to you, yes, yes, yes, yes #

# Well, the healing has begun... #

# Well, the healing has begun. #

Fuckin' deadly you are, mate.

Don't fuckin...

I'm just tying me lace, man, you know what I mean?

I swear to you, you fucking go near that,

I'm after you right straight away.

- So fuck off. right? - Hell, I'm just tying my

fuckin' lace and everything.

Fuck's sake.

Look here. Here.

Play us 'Aslan' will ya?

All right, mate, you're fuckin' rapid, you are.

Thanks.

# Oh, yeah, la-la #

# Hmm-mm... #

- Hold that will you? - Yeah.

Thanks.

Anton, fucking hell, man.

Come on, give me that.

Give me the case.

What are you fucking at, man?

For fuck's sake.

- I'm... - What are you at, man?

I'm sorry, man,

I'm just fucking dying sick, man, you know what I mean?

Here, I'll go on and help you.

- Oh, fuck. - There's all your money.

I'm just dying sick and all.

Look, there's 20 cent. Look it.

Look, don't fucking rob me.

I'm down there trying to fucking make a living like anyone else.

The two of us is on the same team, man.

I'm sorry, right, I'm sorry, man.

But you're right. You're rapid, you are.

You want money, just fucking, just ask me for it.

Don't have me chase you all the way up the street for it.

Want to give us that fiver then, do ya?

Oh, for fuck's sake. Here.

How's your ma?

She's dead, man.

Well, how's your old fella?

Fair play to ya, right?

I'll see you later, all right.

Look, there's two euros, look.

Fair play to ya, right?

See you, good luck, man.

# Scratching at the surface now #

# And I'm trying hard to work it out #

# And so much has gone misunderstood #

# And this mystery only leads to doubt #

# And I didn't understand #

# When you reached out to take my hand #

# And if you have something to say#

# You'd better say it now #

# 'Cause this is what you've waited for#

# Your chance to even up the score #

# And as these shadows fall #

# On me now I'll win somehow #

# Yeah #

# 'Cause I'm picking up a message, Lord #

# That I'm closer than I've ever been before #

# So if you have something to say #

# Say it to me now#

# Just say it to me now, now #

# Oh, oh #

# 0h #

# 0h. #

Thanks.

Ten cents brilliant. Thanks.

Excuse me?

Sorry.

Big Issue?

Can't afford it.

This song you just play, you write it?

Working on it.

It's not an established song?

No, it's not an established song.

How come you don't play it

during daytime?

I see you every day.

You know, during the day, people want to hear songs they know,

just songs that they recognize.

I mean, otherwise, I wouldn't make any money.

I play these songs at night. They wouldn't listen.

I listen.

Yeah, but you gave me ten cents.

You do it for money then?

Why don't you get a job

in a shop?

I have a job in a shop.

Listen, I'm going to get back to this, yeah?

Nice to meet you.

Who'd you write that song for, please?

No one.

Bullshit.

Where is she?

She's gone.

She's dead?

No, she's not dead, she's gone.

You love her still?

Jesus, man.

You're over her.

Rubbish.

No one who would write this song is over her.

I'm telling you.

You play this marvelous song to her, you get her back.

I don't want her back.

I see.

What shop you work in?

I work in a Hoover repair shop.

A Hoover?

You know, like a vacuum cleaner. Whhzzz.

You fix vacuum cleaners?

I do.

I have a broken vacuum cleaner.

- You fix it for me? - Yeah.

I bring it tomorrow then?

Okay.

This is great.

Tomorrow?

Right.

- Okay, bye. - Good luck.

# You have broken me all the way down #

# Down upon my knees #

# And you have broken me all the way now #

Hi. This is Catherine.

Leave a message and I'll get back to you.

# I'll be far to sea #

That job's ready for collection now, Dad.

Okay, son.

I'm going to head into town.

Should I turn this around for you?

What'll I get for dinner?

The fish, maybe.

Hello.

How are you? How's it going?

I bring you my Hoover.

All right.

What's wrong with it?

It is fucked.

It doesn't suck up the dirt.

Well, listen, there's nothing I can do,

I don't have any of my tools or nothing with me.

I'm going on me break now.

Can you bring it in tomorrow or something?

Well, no, I bring it today.

- You, you... - Yeah, but there's nothing

I can do with it, love,

I don't have me tools, or...

It's like I have to bring it home.

If I come on break, you have a look at it at least?

Yeah, but you don't understand.

I come with you, then?

For lunch?

Yeah, all right.

- Yes, we go together? - Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

- You hungry? - I'm always hungry.

So you know a bit about music then?

My father used to play in the orchestra back at home.

He played violin.

But he got arthritis then, and he killed himself.

Really?

But before he go, he teach me how to play piano.

'It's not so hard on the fingers' he said.

Do you get to play much?

Hmm. No, I don't, I don't have a piano at home.

I can't get one in Ireland; it's so much money.

I can't afford it.

Yeah, it's expensive all right.

I play in a piano shop.

This man lets me play-

one hour per day at lunch.

Somewhere around here?

You want to hear me play?

- Yeah. - Now?

Yeah.

Okay.

Can we come in?

This is the man I was telling you about.

He's a real gentleman.

Hi.

Okay for me to play today?

Yeah, that's fine.

Thanks.

Not the baby Yamaha though. She's sold.

- Okie-dokie. - Mm-hmm.

Now, which one today?

That kind of thing.

It's amazing.

Did you write that?

No, no, Mendelssohn did.

It's good.