Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Ooh, nobody knows it ♪
I thought you were Reggie Dwight.
Hang on. Don't bother with that one. That wasn't supposed to be in there.
- Doug Weston's an old friend. - Hang on. The Troubadour?
♪ When Suzie wore Her dresses tight ♪
- Elton. - Hello, Mum.
family and music.
I'm... a homosexual.
- Thank you. - Enjoy.
♪ A heart has many secrets So I'm told ♪
So she can go buy a new one.
What is it now?
How'd you like to make two quid a week?
- Where are you off to? - Don't know.
♪ Trying to find a sign ♪
- Uh... - Um...
♪ Hold me closer, tiny dancer ♪
Yeah, I got the tape you sent. It's great.
It's me who doesn't have a life.
What have you given up for me?
Look at you now.
- Bernie... - Okay. Sorry.
♪ La-la-la-la-la ♪
I dragged her into all my madness.
from Detroit...
Right.
and there were people lined around the block.
♪ Ooh ♪
Come on, Bernie!
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh ♪
One day, you might have enough for an album.
Right?
♪ Don't let the sun Go down on me ♪
♪ Oh, it seems to me ♪
♪ Sing I'm gonna love me again ♪
Friends of Dick!
♪ Victim of love... ♪
Yeah, yeah.
♪ To wander free ♪
♪ We both could live ♪
Buy yourself some new clothes. Get something flashy.
- No. - No?
♪ Through a glass eye Your throne ♪
Yeah, great.
♪ No more of your darkness ♪
- No, your problem is you're selfish. - No.
♪ Is dead in places ♪
Right. I will not have a mess in this house.
♪ Dancing in the sand ♪
♪ And don't you know I'm still standing ♪
before I realized what I had to do.
♪ Solid walls of sound ♪
Elton what?
and I'm an alcoholic.
♪ On my own terms ♪
So...
♪ Lying here with no one near ♪
A millionaire rock star who lives at home with his mum.
Elton John.
Mr. Reid, Lord Grade's office have called about the Royal Variety Performance.
- Elton. - Yes, sorry. You were saying?
♪ Come sit down beside me And hear my sad story ♪
and this is one of yours.
Rock 'n' roll is getting you out of your bed in the morning.
♪ And if our love Was just a circus ♪
Not really. I'm gay.
I'll see him tomorrow.
prescription drugs...
Mum, I've got to go.
He's one of the blokes from work.
Dick's paid your fucking airfare!
You self-indulgent prick.
And I hope you can forgive me.
♪ You better get back Honky cat! ♪
but you can't just spring the Troubadour on me.
♪ Don't give us none Of your aggravation ♪
♪ Praise the saints That hung up on my wall ♪
I'll put some coffee on.
Just remember, when you get back...
So you find a way to cope without it.
Yeah, all I ever...
♪ If I was a sculptor ♪
What am I gonna do?
I have worked my balls off to get us out of the shit.
- Can't just drop everything. - I'll take you.
Why the fuck would I want that, Bernie?
And I've got two new American acts doing a tour of England,
Listen, the songs are great.
You've never worked hard for a bloody thing in your life.
you left, didn't you?
♪ You take the weight Off of me ♪
♪ You starting down the road Leaving me again ♪
♪ Or a man Who makes potions in a ♪
Rely upon me to do everything. It's not fair.
♪ Washin' out the cattle town ♪
♪ Breaking down the walls Of heartache ♪
♪ Let us live Let us live in peace ♪
♪ Fishing in a stream ♪