Matter

Travelling north travelling north to find you the train speeding the wind in my eyes… (dog barking) And I… to the sea… (dog barking) Mr Emerdy and the Thelmer harmonic society thank you for your attention and would now like to entertain you further with a ball. This will begin shortly with a minuet, take your place ladies and gentlemen. And su-dden-ly door open just a crack. I get a drink after this right, okay? (laughter) Quite unacceptable. A social ritual. Avoidance of personal responsibility. I think the whole thing is nonsense. Ah. Yes. No. Oh! No. Ooh. Are you okay, madam? I’m dead, Sir. Dead, that sounds serious, can I help? Well, do get Mr. Death a drink darling. Oh my god, this music is just fucking stupid! It doesn’t solve anything, and it doesn’t make me feel any better. This has cast rather a gloom ever the evening, hasn’t it? (laughter) It’s over and gone, so many miles… Here is your drink, Mr. Death, do sit down. Hello boys. I am most dreadfully embarrassed. They are just miserable sinners. Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah! To be honest, Mrs. Emerdy, I’m quite enraptured, quite enslaved. Mostly not, mostly you’re drowning. The sooner you realise what you’re missing the better for you. Including sex coffee and conversation! (cough) I don’t know what most people say at these occasions, because, in all honesty, I tried to avoid them. Good, riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! And we can remember him and remember him as much as we want to. Shit, dude… And you will be speaking to me with more respect. I need a healthy injection of cynicism right now. The world is a beautiful place you must go into it and love everyone, try to make everyone happy, make peace and contentment, everywhere you go. You mean, someone actually paid you to write this? Indeed, a terrible waste of a divine science for such base ends. And he had to drink three pints of gravy… Three pints of what? Gravy! To get up. Well it’s not much a of a philosophy I know. Well, fuck you, I can live my own life any way I want to, fuck off, don’t come following me! Oh, that was so cute! Yeah that was so cute! So, you still reap around here Mr. Death? What kind of talk is that? I don’t understand! So, do all who live to see such times, but it is not for them to decide all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. Everybody agrees… You can see her she is that lady over there, with the feathers. Watching is not seeing, dead girl. She knew what it felt like to see your entire life like you are drowning with the exception of these moments. Son of a bitch! Mr. Death, is there an afterlife? White shores and beyond, fine green country under a swift sunrise. Dear, if you could just wait please, a moment. But for me, this is meaningless. (laughter) There is a god, there must be a god, there is a god, one must believe in something. Only insofar as its contusive to their flirtations. And that is an encouraging thought. But the young man knows that the only way to keep death at bay is to have sex pretty much constantly. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand! I want you to become the first person ever at a British memorial service to say fuck. I hope that it doesn’t sound selfish of me, but… I cannot say goodbye. Follow me. (gunshots) Just testing. Sorry. Follow me. Affirmative, affirmative, affirmative, on my way, on my way, on my way. You have the intelligence of raspberry jam; you’re not thinking about anything. I absolve you; I absolve you; I absolve you; I absolve you; I absolve you all. Come on, man! What do we say to the god of death? Look, we drank everything in the house I don’t think that mini cab is coming, I know we had eight or nine bottles of wine and half a bottle of whisky, but I think you should drive. And to think that only three months ago, we were complete strangers. (whispers) (instruments tuning)