Help! – Fiona Silver
Recorded on August 9, 2010, original version recorded on April 13, 1965.
Fiona Silver: Vocals
Roger Greenawalt: Ukulele
Produced by Roger Greenawalt at Shabby Road Studio in Brooklyn, NY
About the Song
For best results play Help! over and over again till you get depressed while reading this essay.
It’s a big day. Time to take the Vow Of Poverty And Chastity.
He didn’t feel well. He needed Help. Urgent help.
Help with his problem. But she wasn’t helping. So he wrote her another song.
The strategy in Help! is vulnerability. If you tell your love your innermost secrets and weaknesses, she might kiss you. So that’s it. Who are you now?
You are fat and alone in the most expensive hotel room in the world. When you leave that room the chambermaid will remove your sheets. Said linen will be cut into one inch squares, and sold for a dollar each to teenage girls who will rub them against their clits while listening to your music on a transistor radio.
Rock And Roll, which has saved you, has turned your life into a sad circus where dozens of cripples drool and thousands of teenage girls scream in football stadiums while you stand there in a suit like a performing monkey. The music can’t be heard.
You are making more money faster than any artist who has ever lived. Fully 95% of this fortune will be lost/stolen/incompetently given away.
You have become a walking chemistry experiment. What happens when a first rate intellect is exposed to massive quantities of THC/LSD/Speed/Heroin/Alcohol? Whatever happens, you find it preferable to your freakish reality.
You have proven every teacher, bully, disapproving matriarch wrong about you, and become in spite of all odds a world historical figure. Yours is the most recognizable voice on earth, the voice not just of your generation, but many generations.
You have just finished starring in your second feature film, and were so stoned in the process that you were unable to remember your lines or blocking. You are so valuable a commodity that this irresponsibility is tolerated, which makes you despise the entire process and transaction
On deadline, in a professional manner, you have composed the theme song for this flawed movie, a pop masterpiece that like a gem, reflects in multiple directions. On the surface it is a romantic seduction routine. But right there is the other face of the same force, an eloquent plea for help. But you cannot get there by focusing on love, or on sex.
Because No One Will Ever Come To Help You.
In the end, you can only HELP YOURSELF.