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I come up with the good tunes,
or melodies, as we call them...
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Morris is the lyrics.
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Not unlike Gary Brooker
of Procol Harum.
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We don't ever played songs
y'all wrote. I ain't heard one of them.
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Y'all just talk.
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We don't play any songs
with words at all.
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We ain't got no fucking microphone!
We ain't got no speakers!
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We wrote one last night
outside the mini-mart.
1:02:24
Morris called it, "Stuart Drives
a Comfortable Car."
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Then, like in country songs,
in parenthesis it says...
1:02:34
"There's usually someone in the trunk."
1:02:37
And I came up with a tune,
just humming.
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You don't wanna question
a genius, Vaughan.
1:02:43
Morris here's a modern-day poet.
1:02:46
Kind of like in the olden times.
1:02:48
Yeah, I got a new tune. This
composition's entitled, "The Thrill."
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Goes something like this:
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I stand on the hill,
not for a thrill...
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but for a breath of a fresh kill.
1:03:03
Never mind the man who contemplates...
1:03:06
doing away with license plates.
1:03:09
He stands alone anyhow...
1:03:11
baking the cookies of discontent...
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by the heat of the laundromat vent.
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Leaving his soul.
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Then, like in poetry,
I go dot, dot, dot.
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You know, kind of off-center,
then I drop down...
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and then I go: Leaving his soul...
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parting the waters
of the medulla oblongata...
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of...
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mankind.
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Damn good song, wasn't it?
You like that song?
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All right.
1:03:44
I don't think that's right.
1:03:46
I believe the "dot, dot, dot"
come between...
1:03:49
"medulla" and "oblongata."
1:03:55
Well, it did.
1:03:57
The dots are where I say they are.
1:03:59
Melody and tune.
That's your trade, Terence.