Everybody's Talking - Bongwater

Spoken:

Cut to Chicago

Music up

The time is the present

The place: an open air coffee shop.

The New York Times is spread out on the

table

Joe is there with another girl.

He’s a very smooth kisser, and her nails are

painted silver with pink edges that blend into the pink of his lips.

He ignores me.

I leave him, walk down the street through the traffic and down

toward the water

Sung:

Everybody’s talkin' at me

I don’t hear a word they’re sayin'

Only the echoes of my mind

I’m goin' where the sun keeps shinin'

Through the pourin' rain

Goin' where the weather suits my clothes

Bankin' off of the northeast winds

And sailin' on summer breeze

Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Spoken:

Aunt Helen is there at the lake shore, helping suicides.

A blond fashion victim

male model has a rope and is planning to hang himself.

Others are gathered

around the water’s edge, a lot of AIDS patients, manic depressives and other

unhappy people

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

themselves, and will she please try to stop them

Aunt Helen has a house right there by the lake.

She has a huge patio covered

with plants and colorful flowers, very life-affirming

Sung:

I’m goin' where the sun keeps shinin'

Through the pouring rain

Goin' where the weather suits my clothes

Banking off of the northeast winds

And sailin' on summer breeze

Skippin' over the ocean like a stone

Spoken:

There’s a girl on the patio who’s going to kill herself.

I join Aunt Helen,

who leaves me alone with the girl to try to convince her to live

«Where do you live?»

I ask her

«In the Boston area,» she mumbles

«Oh, well there’s the trouble right there,» I tell her.

«There's too much snow

there.

You need sunshine.

Move to LA, for a change.

You need a change.

It helps, believe me.

You can make friends.»

Then I remembered that the last time I convinced someone to move to LA,

they had a nervous breakdown

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

My life now has meaning

Sung:

Everybody’s talkin' at me

Everybody’s talkin' at me

Everybody’s talkin' at me

Everybody’s talkin' at me

Everybody’s talkin' at me

Everybody’s talkin' at me

Everybody’s talkin' at me