020 .. musical confessional time! [video]
[towards the end of the flood, the video switches on for Facilier again without him knowing it. he's been liking these last few days a lot, and remembering just how much he enjoys the little shows he used to put on. captivating an audience feels almost as good as the part where he screwed them over afterwards.
which gets him thinking again - that even if he could be made to regret everything he did, which he's far from, there's still so many reasons he wouldn't be "fixed". he can't stand the idea of being powerless, and yet that's how he felt most of his life, no matter what he did. he begins to sing quietly, and...let's just pretend the song's in his range.]
I could make a dress,
a robe fit for a prince.
I could clothe a continent,
but i can't sew a stitch.
I can paint my face,
and stand very very still.
It's not very practical,
but it still pays the bills.
I can't change my name,
but I could be your type.
I can dance and win at games
like Backgammon and Life.
I used to be the smart one,
sharp as a tack.
Funny 'bout how skipping years ahead
has held me back.
I used to be the bright one,
top in my class.
Funny what they give you when you
just learn how to ask.
I can't write a song,
but I can't sing in key.
I can't play piano,
though its music I can read.
I can't trap a mouse,
but I can pet a cat.
No, I'm really serious!
I'm really very good at that.
I can't fix a car,
but I can fix a flat.
I could fix a lot of things,
but I'd rather not get into that.
I used to be the bright one,
Smart as a whip.
Funny how you slip so far when
teachers don't keep track of it.
I used to be the tight one,
the perfect fit.
Funny how those compliments can
make you feel so full of it.
I can shuffle cut and deal,
but I can't draw a hand.
I can't draw a lot of things,
I hope you understand.
I'm not exceptionally shy,
but I've never had a fan
that I could look straight in the eye
and tell my secret plans.
I can take a vow,
and I can wear a ring,
and I can make you promises,but
they won't mean a thing.
[his face tightens with frustration as the music builds]
Can't you just do it for me? I'll pay you well.
Fuck, I'll pay you anything if you could end this-
Can't you just fix it for me? It's gone berserk...
Oh, fuck! I'll give you anything if
you can make the damn thing work.
Can't you just fix it for me? I'll pay you well.
Oh, fuck! I'll pay you anything
if you could end this-
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I'm good for nothing - will you love me just the same?
The same...
[he looks up and realizes the light on the journal is going.]
...oh god damn it, really? Son of a -
[he's hurrying over, and then the video goes black.]
which gets him thinking again - that even if he could be made to regret everything he did, which he's far from, there's still so many reasons he wouldn't be "fixed". he can't stand the idea of being powerless, and yet that's how he felt most of his life, no matter what he did. he begins to sing quietly, and...let's just pretend the song's in his range.]
I could make a dress,
a robe fit for a prince.
I could clothe a continent,
but i can't sew a stitch.
I can paint my face,
and stand very very still.
It's not very practical,
but it still pays the bills.
I can't change my name,
but I could be your type.
I can dance and win at games
like Backgammon and Life.
I used to be the smart one,
sharp as a tack.
Funny 'bout how skipping years ahead
has held me back.
I used to be the bright one,
top in my class.
Funny what they give you when you
just learn how to ask.
I can't write a song,
but I can't sing in key.
I can't play piano,
though its music I can read.
I can't trap a mouse,
but I can pet a cat.
No, I'm really serious!
I'm really very good at that.
I can't fix a car,
but I can fix a flat.
I could fix a lot of things,
but I'd rather not get into that.
I used to be the bright one,
Smart as a whip.
Funny how you slip so far when
teachers don't keep track of it.
I used to be the tight one,
the perfect fit.
Funny how those compliments can
make you feel so full of it.
I can shuffle cut and deal,
but I can't draw a hand.
I can't draw a lot of things,
I hope you understand.
I'm not exceptionally shy,
but I've never had a fan
that I could look straight in the eye
and tell my secret plans.
I can take a vow,
and I can wear a ring,
and I can make you promises,but
they won't mean a thing.
[his face tightens with frustration as the music builds]
Can't you just do it for me? I'll pay you well.
Fuck, I'll pay you anything if you could end this-
Can't you just fix it for me? It's gone berserk...
Oh, fuck! I'll give you anything if
you can make the damn thing work.
Can't you just fix it for me? I'll pay you well.
Oh, fuck! I'll pay you anything
if you could end this-
Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name?
Hello, I'm good for nothing - will you love me just the same?
The same...
[he looks up and realizes the light on the journal is going.]
...oh god damn it, really? Son of a -
[he's hurrying over, and then the video goes black.]