All language subtitles for blsie

MAN (narrating):
The world is full of complainers.

But the fact is,
nothing comes with a guarantee.

Now, I don't care
if you're the pope of Rome,

president of the United States
or Man of the Year.

Something can always go wrong.

And go ahead, you know — complain.

Tell your problems to your neighbor.
Ask for help.

And watch him fly.

Now, in Russia, they got it mapped out

so that everyone pulls for everyone else.

That's the theory, anyway.

But what I know about is Texas.

And down here,

you're on your own.

WOMAN: Gave me a little pearl-handled .38
for our first anniversary.

MAN: Uh-huh.

Figured I'd better leave
before I use it on him.

I just don't know how you can stand him.

Well, I'm only an employee.
I ain't married to him.

Yeah.

WOMAN: It's just —

I don't know.

Sometimes I think maybe
there's something wrong with him.

Like maybe he's sick?

Mentally?

Or is it maybe me, do you think?

MAN: Listen, I...

I ain't a marriage counselor.

I don't know what goes on.

I don't want to know.

But I like you.

I always liked you.

What are you gonna do in Houston?

WOMAN: I'll figure something out.

How come you offered
to drive me in this mess?

MAN: I told you. I like you.

WOMAN: I never knew that.

MAN: Well, now you do.

WOMAN: Hell.

- Stop the car, Ray!
- (tires screech)

(engine off)

You know that car?

No.

What's the matter?

I don't know.

I just think maybe I'm making a mistake.

What was that back there?

Back where?

That sign.

I don't know.

Motel.

- Abby —
- Ray.

Did you mean what you said before,
or were you just being a gentleman?

Abby, I like you,

but there's no point
starting anything now.

Yeah.

- I mean, I ain't a marriage counselor.
- Yeah.

What do you want to do?

What do you want to do?

(cars passing outside)

(phone ringing)

- Hello.
- MAN: Having a good time?

- Who is this?
- I don't know. Who's this?

- You still there?
- Yeah, I'm still here.

(line clicks, dial tone)

Ray.

Yeah?

Who was it?

Your husband.

♪♪ (band: country)

WOMAN: ♪ Put your sweet lips ♪

♪ A little closer ♪

♪ To the phone ♪

♪ And let's pretend
that we're here together ♪

- ♪ On our own ♪
- (chattering, laughing, faint)

♪♪ (continues, faint)

I know where you can get those framed.

Why'd you take these?

What do you mean? Just doin' my job.

You called me. I knew they were there.
Why'd you take 'em?

Well, I don't know.

Call it a fringe benefit.

How long you watch her?

Most of the night.

They'd rest every few minutes
and then get started again.

Hmm.

Quite something.

You know, in Greece...

they would cut off the head
of the messenger that brought the bad news.

That don't make much sense.

No.

Made them feel better.

Well, first off... Julian,

I don't know what the story is in Greece,

but in this state we got
very definite laws about that.

Second, I'm not a messenger.

I'm a private investigator.

And third — and most important —

it ain't such bad news.

I mean, you thought he was colored.

You're always assumin' the worst.

Anything else?

Mm-hmm.

Don't come around here anymore.

If I need you,
I know what rock to turn over.

(laughing) That's good. Yeah.

"What rock to turn over."

That's very, very good. (cackles)

Gimme a call whenever
you wanna cut off my head.

I can always crawl around without it.

(laughing)

(laughing continues)

- ♪♪ (ends)
- (applause, cheering)

(man on loudspeaker, muffled)

She'll be back after a spell.
We will be too.

- ♪♪ (drum flourish, cymbal crash)
- All right!

Hold it. Hold it.

♪♪ (jukebox: up-tempo soul)

- ♪ You're sweet ♪
- ♪ You're sweet ♪

♪ As a honey bee ♪

♪ But like a honey bee stings ♪

- ♪♪ (continues)
- Where was I?

- You were telling me about the Ring of Fire.
- Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, right.

Now, look,
you got all these volcanoes, right?

And every time one goes "pop,"
you got the equivalent of, what,

20, 30 megatons of TNT?

Meurice.

Yeah, I know, Marty. Pour 'em short.

- Ray come in yet?
- No, it's his night off.

- Where was he last night?
- How would I know where he was last night?

I don't know. Didn't he call?

Marty, this is, um — this is
an old friend of mine. This is Debra.

Debra, this is Julian Marty.

There's a deuce in the corner needs help.

Right.

How long you known Meurice?

- About 10 years.
- Ten years, huh?

What are you doing tonight?

Going out with Meurice.

Tell him you have a headache.

It'll pass.

We don't seem to be communicating.

Look, you want to hustle me.

- I don't want to be hustled.
- Oh, you don't?

- It's as simple as that.
- Oh, it's as simple as that.

Meurice, I'm not here
if Ray comes in. Okay?

- Right.
- Right.

Nice guy.

Not really.

What'd you say your last name was?

(billiard balls clacking)

Hi there, old boy.

- (intercom clicks, buzzes)
- ABBY (on intercom): Ray?

- Yeah.
- Let's get out of here.

- You get what you wanted?
- Yeah. Let's get out of here.

Drive me to a motel?

You can stay at my place.

I'll drop you there.

- Where are you going?
- See a guy.

Ray, don't go to the bar.

I know him.

It ain't a good idea.

I just gotta see a guy.

♪♪ (jukebox: orchestral flourish)

WOMAN: ♪ Sweet ♪

♪ Dreams of you ♪

- ♪♪ (continues)
- So what's the deal?

You and your colleagues find a way
to harness this vast volcanic energy,

and I just sit back
and watch these shit-kickers go broke.

- Howdy, stranger.
- Meurice.

- Sorry about last night.
- No sweat. Wasn't too busy.

You missed a good one though.

This white guy walks in about 1:00 and asks
if we have a discount for alcoholics.

Well, I tell him to get lost,

but Marty's sitting here
and I can tell he's thinking

maybe that ain't such a bad idea.

- ♪♪ (continues, faint)
- (bug zapper crackles)

Marty?

(bug zapper crackles)

Well?

What?

- What "what"?
- Am I fired?

You wanna hit me? What?

I don't particularly want to talk to you.

Well...

if you're not gonna fire me,
I might as well quit.

Fine.

Suit yourself.

Having a good time?

- I don't like this kind of talk.
- What'd you come here for?

- You owe me for two weeks.
- (crackling continues)

No.

She's an expensive piece of ass.

But you get a refund if you tell me
who else she's been sluicing.

I want that money.
You got something to tell me, fine.

What are you,
a fucking marriage counselor?

What are you smiling at?

I'm funny, right? I'm an asshole?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That's not what's funny.

What's funny is her.

What's funny
is that I had you two followed,

because if it's not you she's sleeping with,
it's someone else.

And what's really gonna be funny

is when she gives you
that innocent look and says,

"I don't know
what you're talking about, Ray.

I ain't done anything funny."

But the funniest thing to me right now

is that you think
that she came back here for you.

That's what's fuckin' funny.

(loud crackling)

Come on this property again,
I'll be forced to shoot you.

Fair notice.

MEURICE: Hey, Marty.

Marty. Thought you were dead.

You going home?

No.

I'm staying right here in hell.

- (computer beeps)
- Kind of a bleak point of view, isn't it?

Meurice...

I don't want the asshole near my money.

And I don't want him in the bar.

(computer beeps)

We get a lot of assholes in here, Marty.

- (thunder rumbling)
- (phone ringing, faint)

(ringing continues)

- (phone: ceiling fan rotating)
- Hello?

(ceiling fan rotating)

(phone: ceiling fan continues rotating)

(phone: computer beeps)

- Marty?
- (line clicks, dial tone)

(door opens)

Who was it?

What?

On the phone.

- Um —
- Was it...

- Was it for you?
- I don't know.

He didn't say anything.

How'd you know it was a he?

You got a girl?

Am I screwing something up by being here?

No.

Am I?

I can find a place tomorrow.
Then I'll be outta your hair.

If that's what you want to do,
then you oughta do it.

(door closes)

You, uh...

You want the bed or the couch?

Well...

couch'll be all right.

You can sleep on the bed if you want.

I'm not gonna put you out of your bed.

Wouldn't be putting me out.

I'll be all right here.

Okay.

(door closes)

(wind blowing)

(dog panting)

(panting continues)

Opal?

Lover boy oughta lock his door.

Lot of nuts out there.

Let's do it outside.

In nature, huh?

(Abby grunting, muffled)

(bones cracking)

MARTY: Ow!

(groaning)

(screen door creaking)

(spits)

(car door closes)

(engine starts)

(tires squealing)

(tires screech)

(tires continue squealing)

Like to have seen his face
when he found the dead end.

(Abby chuckles)

♪♪ (reggae)

♪ Louie, Louie ♪

♪ Oh, my baby ♪

♪♪ (continues)

Whoo!

(chattering)

Hey, mister,
how'd you break your pussy finger?

(all laughing)

BOY: "I want it! I want it!"

Yeah, well, listen, I —

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
My date is here.

She saw me rolling a cigarette
and thought it was marijuana.

Thought I was a swinger, I guess.

(chuckles)

(chuckling continues)

Isn't that wild? (chuckles)

Stick your finger
up the wrong person's ass?

You know — You know, a friend of mine
a while back broke his hand

and put in a cast.

Very next day he falls,
protects his bad hand,

and he breaks his good one.

He breaks that too, you know.

So now he's got
two busted flippers, you know.

So I says to him,
I says, "Creighton,"

"I hope your wife really loves you,

'cause for the next five weeks
you can't even wipe your own goddamn ass."

(laughing)

That's the test, ain't it, huh?
Test of true love.

I got a job for you.

Uh, well,

if the pay is right
and it's legal, I'll do it.

It's not strictly legal.

Well, if the pay's right, I'll do it.

It's in reference to that gentleman
and my wife.

The more I think about it,

the more irritated I get.

Yeah? Well, could you tell me
what it is you want me to do?

Or is it a secret?

It's no joke.

You want me to kill 'em.

Well...

"Well" what?

What do you think?

You're an idiot.

So this wouldn't —
wouldn't interest you, huh?

I didn't say that.

All I said was you're an idiot.

Hell, you been thinking about it for so much,
it's driving you simple.

I'll give you $10,000.

I'm supposed to do a murder —

two murders —

and trust you not to go simple on me
and do something stupid.

I mean, really stupid.

Now, why should I trust you?

For the money.

The money.

Yeah.

That's a right lot of money.

In Russia...

they make only 50 cent a day.

I want you, uh...

to go fishing.

- What?
- Go down to Corpus for a few days.

Get yourself noticed.

I'll give you a call when it's done.

You just find a way to cover that money.

I'll take care of the money.
You make sure those bodies aren't found.

There's a big incinerator behind my place.

- WOMAN: So you want, like, a townhouse?
- (door closes)

Your own apartment?

(shouting in Spanish)

Come. I show you around.

You sure this apartment is vacant,
Mrs. Esteves?

Oh, yes, yes, yes. I was just explaining
to him that he moved out yesterday.

Don't mind Mr. Garcia.
He used to be my brother-in-law.

♪♪ (bass drum pounding)

Looks like the state legislature's
out of session.

Yeah. I thought this was where they met.

- Listen, you're gonna help me with a problem.
- I am?

You're gonna keep an eye on Marty and Ray,
make sure nothing happens.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, let's show
our appreciation for Lorraine up there.

Registered nurse from Bolton, Texas.

How 'bout it, gentlemen? Yeah.

- Thanks, Meurice.
- Anytime.

You don't have to worry for a while.
Marty went down to Corpus yesterday.

(whispers) He's in the house.

He's in the house.

- What's the matter?
- Could've sworn I heard something.

Door's locked. There's nothing there.

Well, I guess we wouldn't
have heard anything if it'd been him.

He's real careful.

Fact is,

he's anal, Ray.

- Huh?
- Uh-huh. He told me once himself.

He said to me,

"In here, Abby.

In here,

I'm anal."

Well, I'll be damned.

I couldn't believe it myself.

Me, on the other hand,
I got lots of personality.

Marty always said I had too much.
Course, he was never big on personality.

He sent me to a psychiatrist once
to see if he could calm me down some.

Yeah?

And what happened?

Psychiatrist said I was the healthiest person
he'd ever met, so Marty fired him.

I don't think you can fire
a psychiatrist, exactly.

Well, I never saw him again,
I can tell you that much.

I said, "Marty, how come you're anal

and I gotta go to the psychiatrist?"

What'd he say?

Nothing.

He's like you. He doesn't say much.

Thanks.

Except when he doesn't say things,
they're usually nasty.

- Mm-hmm.
- And when you don't,

they're usually nice.

- Do you ever get tired?
- Huh?

Oh, yeah. I guess.

Uh-huh.

(rattling)

(clicks)

- (creaking)
- (lighter snaps shut)

- Hello.
- Marty?

- Yeah.
- Catch any fish?

What?

Catch any fish?

Yeah, yeah.

What kind of fish?

Listen, i-is it done?

Yes, sir. You owe me some money.

If you're fuckin' with me,
you'll regret it.

They look good.

Why? You want a couple?

Just the 10,000 would be fine.

You got something to show me first?

(Marty gasps)

(exhales)

Dead?

So it would seem.

Wh-Wh-What'd you do with the bodies?

It's taken care of.
The less you know about it, the better.

(exhales)

(exhales) Jesus.

I don't believe it. (exhales)

(groans) I'm gonna be sick.

I'm gonna want that picture back.

(groaning, retching)

(toilet flushing)

(water running)

(water stops running)

You did say somethin' about some money.

Yeah. The money.

Something I got to ask you, Marty.

I've been very, very careful.

Have you been very, very careful?

Of course.

Nobody knows you hired me?

Don't be stupid.

I was not about to tell anyone.

We have to learn to be discreet,

to trust each other.

For richer or poorer.

Don't say that.

Your marriages don't turn out so hot.

- How did you cover the money?
- It's been taken care of.

And the less you know about it, the better.

I made a call.

It'll be all right.

I must've gone money simple.

A murder like this,

too risky.

Then you shouldn't have done it.

Can't have it both ways.

Count it...

and go.

Nah, I trust ya.

(hammer cocks)

Who looks stupid now?

(door opens, closes)

(vehicle approaching)

(engine off)

(door opens, closes)

(cash register rings)

(mouths word)

What's the matter? You deaf?

(gunshot)

(computer beeps)

(computer beeps)

(front door opens, closes)

MEURICE (faint):
Marty, you home?

- MEURICE: Marty?
- (knocking)

(faint) What night is tonight?

- What night is tonight?
- WOMAN: Tuesday.

Tuesday night is ladies' night.

- WOMAN: What?
- Tuesday night is ladies' night.

All your drinks are free.

♪♪ (jukebox: up-tempo soul)

- ♪ You're sweet ♪
- ♪ You're sweet ♪

♪ Like a honey bee ♪

♪ But like a honey bee stings
You've gone and left my heart in pain ♪

- ♪♪ (continues)
- (woman giggling)

- ♪♪ (continues)
- (woman laughing)

♪ It's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you've been gone ♪

♪ It's the same old song ♪

- (woman continues laughing)
- ♪ But with a different meaning ♪

- ♪ Since you've been gone ♪
- ♪ And it breaks me up to hear it ♪

♪ I, oh, I ♪

- ♪♪ (continues)
- (woman continues laughing)

♪ And wanna cry ♪

♪ 'Cause the melody keeps haunting me ♪

♪ Reminding me how in love
we used to be ♪

♪ Keep hearing the part
that used to touch my heart ♪

♪ Saying together forever,
breaking up never ♪

♪ It's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ It's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ Precious memories
keep a-lingering on ♪

(grunts)

♪♪ (continues, faint)

MAN (on radio):
Eighty-eight percent in the last three years.

What's more, in two years' time,
we'll be experiencing what's known

as the Jupiter Effect,

when all the planets
of the known universe will align up,

causin' an incredible buildup

of destructive gravitational force.

In Matthew, chapter six, verse 18,

the Lord out and tells us

that these are the signs

by which we shall know
that he is at our door.

There are many good people
who disagree with me.

But it's my belief that this Antichrist

is alive today

and livin' in the 10-nation alliance
I spoke of.

(static, tuning)

MAN #2 (on radio):
This is WKLJ midnight.

I'm John Mucee.

I'll be here with you
until 6:00 this morning,

when Mike Miller will be steppin' in.

(groaning)

These are requests
we really had to dig for.

(tires screech)

♪♪ (men singing in Spanish)

♪♪ (instrumental, up-tempo)

(door closes)

♪♪ (singing in Spanish resumes)

(door closes)

(door opens)

(groaning)

(horn blows in distance)

(brakes hiss)

(coughs)

(horn blowing)

(shovel hitting dirt)

(gasping)

(clicks)

(gun clicks)

(clicks)

(muffled scream)

(screams)

(screams)

(panting)

(engine grinding)

(engine starts)

- ABBY (on phone): Yeah?
- Abby. You all right?

Ray? What time is it?

I don't know.

It's early.

I love you.

ABBY: You all right?

I don't know.

I better get off now.

Well, I'll see ya.

Thanks, Ray.

- Abby —
- (line clicks, dial tone)

(door closes)

(water running)

(water dripping)

Hey, Ray.

♪♪ (woman singing in Spanish)

Why didn't you get into bed?

I didn't think I could sleep.

I'm surprised you could.

You called me this morning.

Yeah.

I just wanted to let you know
that everything's all right.

I took care of everything.

Now all we have to do is keep our heads.

- What do you mean?
- I know about it, Abby.

I went to the bar last night.

What happened? Was Meurice there?

Yeah. (chuckles)

He didn't see me though.

Nobody saw me.

Is it cold in here?

Well, what happened?

I cleaned it all up.

But that ain't important.

What's important is what we do now.
I mean, we can't go around half-cocked.

What we need is, uh, time
to think about this, figure it out.

Anyway, we got some time now.

But we gotta be smart.

Ray —

Abby, never point a gun at anyone
unless you mean to shoot him.

And if you shoot him,
you better make sure he's dead.

'Cause if he ain't dead,
he's gonna get up and try and kill you.

The only thing they taught us
in the service that was worth a goddamn.

Where in the hell's my windbreaker?

Ray.

Just tell me what happened.

That ain't important.

What's important is that we did it.
That's the only thing that matters.

We both did it for each other.
That's what's important.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

I mean, what are you talkin' about?

I haven't done anything funny.

What was that?

Ray, you're not even actin' like yourself.

First you call me 5:00 in the AM,
saying all kind of nice things on the phone,

and then you come charging in here
scaring me half to death

without even telling me
what I'm supposed to be scared of.

I mean, if you two had a fight
or something, I don't care,

- just as long as —
- (phone ringing)

Pick it up.

What?

(phone: ceiling fan rotating)

(line clicks)

(dial tone)

Well, that was him.

Who?

Marty.

(laughs)

What's going on with you two?

All right.

You can call him back, whoever it was.

I'll get out of your way.

You left your weapon behind.

(door opens)

(ceiling fan rotating)

- (beeps)
- Hi, Meurice. This is Helene.

Helene Trend, you know?

I wanna know what that remark you made
about Sylvia's supposed to mean.

She says you're full of shit,
and, frankly, I believe her.

And hey, I love you too. Sure.

Anyway, you better call me soon
'cause I'm going to South America tonight.

- You know, Uruguay?
- (beeps)

Listen, asshole, it's Marty.

I just got back from Corpus Christi,
and there's a lot of money missing from the safe.

A lot of money.
I'm not saying you took it.

But the place was
your responsibility, Meurice,

and I told you to keep an eye
on your asshole friend.

Don't come to the bar tonight.
I've got some bus —

- (beeps)
- Damn. What is this?

The bar's still gonna be closed tonight.
I got some other business to take care of.

But tomorrow I want to have a word with you,
and with Ray, if you can find him.

(tires screech)

I hope you're planning on leaving town.

- You got a problem, Meurice?
- No, but you do, cowboy.

Have you been to the bar?

- Why?
- You shouldn't have taken the fuckin' money!

Look at me, man. I'm serious.

You broke in the bar
and you ripped off the fuckin' safe.

Abby warned me about you.

You know what your problem is?
You're too fucking obvious.

The only two people
with the combination are you and me.

And Abby, maybe. These fuckin' things
are nothin' but coffin nails.

Hey, look, Ray.
Personally, I don't give a shit, you know?

Look, man, I know Marty's a hard-on,
but you've gotta do something.

Say you're sorry, give the money back,
get the fuck out of here or somethin'!

Shit.

Hey, look, man, it's very humiliating
preaching about this bullshit.

But I'm not laughing, Ray Bob,
so you know it's no fucking joke.

(tires screeching)

(Meurice's car passing)

(glass shattering)

(computer beeps)

Damn.

(hinges squeak)

(coughing)

(ticking)

(water dripping)

(water running)

(thumping)

(water stops)

(clattering)

(footsteps approaching)

(door opens)

(footsteps)

Ray?

(hinges creaking)

Lover boy oughta lock the door.

I love you.

That's a stupid thing to say, right?

I love you too.

No.

You're just saying that
because you're scared.

You left your weapon behind.

He'll kill you too.

(gags)

(gasps)

(bell tolling in distance)

(traffic noises)

Ray?

Where is everything?

In the trunk.

In the car.

You leaving?

Isn't that what you want?

Wanna come with me?

I gotta know what happened first.

What you want to know?

You broke in at the bar.
You wanted to get your money.

You and Marty had a fight,
and something —

(dog barking)

I don't know. Wasn't it you?

- Maybe a burglar broke in, and —
- With your gun?

Nobody broke in, Abby.

I'll tell you the truth.

Truth is, uh,

I've been feeling sick
the last couple of days.

Can't sleep.

Can't eat.

When I try...

Ab —

The truth is...

he was alive when I buried him.

(loud bang)

(knocking)

Yeah, yeah. Just a second.

(jackhammer hammering)

- Abby. What's the matter?
- I think Marty's dead.

Can I come in?

That's bullshit. Marty called me
after he was jacked up.

I don't know where Marty is,
but he's not dead.

Now, you relax, and I'll go find him.

And stay away from Ray.
The guy's gone nuts.

(footsteps)

RAY: Turn it off.

Ray.

Just turn it off.

Why?

No curtains on the windows.

So?

- I think someone's watching.
- So what'll they see?

Just leave it off. He can see in.

If you do anything,
the neighbors will hear.

You think...

Abby, I meant it...

when I called.

I love you too.

You're scared.

(gun cocks)

(gasping)

(gasps)

(gun cocks)

(gunshot)

(running footsteps)

(electricity crackling)

♪♪ (woman singing in Spanish: ballad)

(whimpers)

(glass shattering)

(gasps)

(footsteps approaching)

(panting)

(footsteps continue, closer)

(door slams)

(door hinges creaking)

(whimpers)

(footsteps)

(gasps)

All right.

You got some personal property of mine.

One of you do.

- (window rattles)
- (gasps)

Oh!

I don't know what the hell
you two thought you were gonna pull off.

(cries)

(shatters)

♪♪ (man singing in Spanish: ballad)

(grunts)

(screaming)

Aaah! (screaming continues)

(screaming continues)

(grunting)

(gunshot)

- (gunshot)
- (shell clatters on floor)

(gunshots continue)

(gun clicking)

- (angry shout)
- (thuds)

(punching wall)

(shouts)

(grunting)

♪♪ (continues)

(punching wall continues)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(creaking)

(shouts)

(body thuds)

I'm not afraid of you, Marty.

(laughing)

(choking)

Well, ma'am,

if I see him,
I'll sure give him the message.

♪♪ (up-tempo soul)

- ♪ You're sweet ♪
- ♪ You're sweet ♪

♪ As a honey bee ♪

♪ But like a honey bee stings ♪

♪ You've gone and left my heart in pain ♪

- ♪ All you left ♪
- ♪ All you left ♪

♪ Is our favorite song ♪

♪ The one we danced to all night long ♪

- ♪ It used to bring sweet memories ♪
- ♪ Sweet memories ♪

♪ Of a tender love that used to be ♪

♪ Now it's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ It's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ And it breaks me up to hear it ♪

♪ I, oh, I ♪

♪ Sentimental fool, am I ♪

♪ To hear an old love song and wanna cry ♪

♪ But the melody keeps haunting me ♪

♪ Reminding me how in love
we used to be ♪

♪ Keep hearing the part
that used to touch our hearts ♪

♪ Saying together forever,
darling, breaking up never ♪

- ♪ It's the same old song ♪
- ♪ Anybody hear it? ♪

♪ With a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ It's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ Let's just dance to the music ♪

♪ We used to dance to the music ♪

♪ Let's all dance to the music ♪

♪ Then we'll dance to the music ♪

♪ Now it's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning ♪

♪ Since you been gone ♪

♪ Now it's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ I, oh, I ♪

♪ Can anybody hear it? ♪

♪ It's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪

♪ It's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning
since you been gone ♪♪