All language subtitles for Shut.Up.and.Play.the.Piano.2018.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG_English

Let's have the sound quick, please.

You'll keep your glasses on, Ms. Berg?
- Yes.

This is the wider shot?
- Yes, very nice.

Tell us when you're ready.
- I'm ready.

Dear passengers,
we've landed at our destination.

Please remain seated
with your seat belts fastened

until we've arrived at the gate

and the seat belt sign is turned off.

Gonzales arrived at some point
and brought a CD

with a couple of tracks
that weren't uninteresting,

but that didn't really grab me.

But he was really stubborn,

and he came again and again
to say, "Hey, hello!"

"I just wanted to drop by,
and here's another CD."

At some point I thought,
"Fucking hell, this is awesome shit!"

And that was the point when I said,
"We gotta do it, we gotta do it!"

And the first album went
through the roof, right off the bat,

and it opened doors,
internationally,

in England above all,
but also in America and France.

It really opened doors
for us all over,

more like it knocked down the gates.

It's a popularity contest
You just gotta put it in context

So you got a Minderwertigkeitskomplex
Try living your life as a concept

Try living your life as a conquest
And get out of the way, cause I'm on next

Chilly Gonzo kickin' the concert
It can't hurt to preach to the converts

It's a popularity contest
You just gotta put it in context

So you got a Minderwertigkeitskomplex
Try living your life as a concept

Try living your life as a conquest
And get out of the way, cause I'm on next

Chilly Gonzo kickin' the concert
It can't hurt to preach to the converts

Do what you can to fight the blues

But aaaaah
You snooze... you lose

You gotta press the flesh
and impress the press too

Presto promotional rescue

I got aluminium eyes
Don't assume it's a lie

Cause real figures don't lie
They revise, they just calculate

Who to hate, whose ego to inflate
and whose traits to imitate

Cause bullshit smells great
when you spread it right

So if someone else said it
take credit, right?

I use magic, not logic
I don't solve a problem, I dodge it

I lock it in the closet

Don't keep an open mind
Cause I can see what's in mine

There just ain't anybody like me
So why can't everybody like me?

Why can't everybody like me?

Thank you!

Good evening!

While I was mixing stuff,

or when I was working on other projects,

he spent time recording piano pieces
that he had composed.

I don't believe he was aware that
he was recording an important album.

Not at all.
Me neither, actually.

We thought it was great
but had no idea what it would become.

Over time, we took it more seriously,
and it became an album,

just like that.

The further we got,
the more we knew how it should sound:

as if your uncle
was playing piano in the hallway.

Like that, it got polished bit by bit.

That's the nice thing about it:

It happened
in a totally fresh and natural way.

There was no forethought,
no obligations,

no plan.

"Solo Piano", what is it?
The mainstream, easy street?

Teki, you worked with Gonzales,
like many artists do.

Why does everyone
want to work with him?

Why does everyone
want to work with a bar pianist,

even the best in the world?

He's a machine.
A pitiless machine.

A machine that executes,

that goes straight to the bull's eye
and scores points.

For the next exercise,
I need a student...

... hopefully with a sense of rhythm.
The last evenings were tough.

Someone with really regular footwork,
that would be good.

So we can talk a bit about rhythm.

Anyone?

You in the back, come up here.

We're just going to try the basics.

You've heard dance music, right?
Do you go out?

I don't get out a lot.

That's better.

Very precise.

Chilly Gonzales doesn't exist,
Chilly Gonzales, that's me.

Hello, it's me, Gonzo.

Am I completely in shot?
Do I have to worry?

Yes, let's try it one time through.

I count beans with a calculator

I'm busy now, can I call you later?

I stack beans into a mountain

I'm busy now, I'm still counting

Chazilly Gonzizzle, make it drizzle

And my initials monogrammed
on my weed bag, it's official

Same old racket, new tax bracket

My life's an expensive movie
I'm back-lit

And after countless sequels
I'm still the opposite of peaceful

The opposite of Swiss people

When the beans talk
I hear the echo

Speaking to me
in the voice of Mr. Gordon Gekko

I got some beans, but I want some more

And the French don't have a word
for entrepreneur

They're into status, seduction addicts

They don't care
whose bean sack is the fattest

In fact they seem pissed
if a rich man's in their midst

Cause they think musicians
must be socialists

Sorry, I apologize
I guess I'm an ass man

I like those big bottom lines

I'm not a has-been, but I haz beans

That means being beanless is a bad dream

Woke up this morning, I was all sweaty

Like my name was Tom
Have I become petty?

Don't wanna be a broke joke, unemployed

Where is the joy
for this poor little rich boy?

Don't wanna be a broke joke, unemployed

Where is the joy
for this poor little rich boy?

I can't sleep, I won't sleep
Don't wanna sleep, I finally fall asleep

But in that dream
I'm counting more beans,

I had a childhood of money lust

Thank God dough rises to the upper crust

And the crumbs feed the pigeons
I can see a vision

Made a decision
to be a paid musician

I would play in the system

That's why I never have a shortage

Cause I don't snort it
like they do in Shoreditch

Business is pleasure
if you can afford it

So I pay the weed man
same day as the mortgage

I plant seeds
and then they blossom

It's the healthy fucking beans
that's fucking awesome

I plant seeds
and then they blossom

It's the healthy fucking beans
that's fucking awesome, right?

All work, no play, sounds silly

But it sure takes a lot of beans
to make Chilly

On with the show, extravagonzo

Beanaholic, call me Chilly Garbonzo

My money whistle clean
like Listerine

If money talks
I can never play Mr. Bean

What's my recipe?
I could never spill the beans

Cause your amounts
don't amount to a hill of beans

Someone like Gonzales
is a prime example

of a player who doesn't
especially stand out, really not.

I really don't know if
a German or Austrian music school

would let him pass the entrance exam.

I also don't think that it's his goal

to be the soloist
in a Rachmaninoff concert.

He couldn't, but who cares?

Lots of Rachmaninoff soloists
cannot do what he does.

It's obvious to me that someone
who plays as a soloist

with an orchestra for the first time,

with the Vienna Radio Symphony Orchestra
of all orchestras,

in perhaps
the music capital of the world,

that he has to find something

in order to conceal his amateurism.