:08:00
- You're workin' class, right?
- Yeah, if there was any work.
:08:04
Your music should be about
where you're from.
:08:07
It should speak
the language of the streets.
:08:09
It should be about struggle and sex.
:08:11
And I don't mean mushy shite about
I'll love you till the end o' time.
:08:15
I mean ridin', fuckin', tongues,
gooters, boxes. The works!
:08:19
Jaysis! What kind of music says all that?
:08:22
Soul.
:08:23
Soul?
:08:24
Soul! We're goin' to be
playing Dublin soul.
:08:27
Dublin soul.
:08:29
Fuckin' deadly!
:08:32
Dublin soul, wha'?
:08:35
Jimmy!
:08:37
Dublin soul!
:08:39
In a window pane
:08:41
Do you remember
:08:46
How sweet it used to be?
:08:52
When we was together
:08:57
Everything was so... grand
:09:01
Now
:09:03
Now that we've parted
:09:07
You know there's one thing
:09:09
That I just can't stand
:09:12
I can't stand the rain
:09:18
- Are you Mr Rabbitte?
- Yeah.
:09:20
- I've come about the ad.
- What ad?
:09:23
The one in the paper.
:09:26
"Have you got soul? If so..."
:09:31
Yeh have the wrong Rabbitte!
:09:36
Can I have me paper back?
:09:39
Fuck off!
:09:42
Jimmy, I've more things to be doin'
than ironing shirts for you every day!
:09:46
- What's this?
- What's what?
:09:49
"Have you got soul? If so, the world's
hardest-working band is looking for you."
:09:53
"Contact J Rabbitte. Rednecks and
southsiders need not apply."
:09:58
- World's hardest-working band(!)
- Was that someone about it?