1. |
Right Words, Right Order
01:44
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A piece of charcoal drawing shapes onto the rock.
A set of blocks held in a frame.
A stick of graphite tracing lines onto the paper.
A simple code to turn this picture into yours.
Right words / Right time
Right words / Right order
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2. |
The Plan
01:46
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Plan A was to stay for one, and then head home.
Not once has that worked out.
Plan B was to give it an hour, and then call it quits.
Even at the time I knew.
I thought the best of this night was all still yet to come.
I should have left when I had the chance.
Plan C was to time it right, and catch the last train.
I didn't even stand up.
Plan D was to walk for at least three hours.
Might make it home for the dawn.
I should have gone home.
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3. |
Argument About Nothing
01:34
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They both walked away, and never spoke again.
One left the room, one left the town.
Ten years to build, one day to break.
How did this happen?
What sin is ever enough to be certain?
A firm decree, never subtle
What word was ever enough to be sure?
This can’t be worth it. This can't be worth your time; worth your time at all.
We threw it away. (What a waste of time.)
We fell apart. (And just let it drop.)
How did this happen?
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4. |
DD/MM/YY
02:25
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Is there anything sadder than a New Year's day?
Make a resolution that you know you'll break.
A mind hungover from the year just past.
Bored of the now but ready for it to last.
A reverie of a better me but all I'm left with is myself
I'm left with just myself. Nothing more than that.
A new song to sing a new heart to break but in the end it stays the same.
It always stays the same. Nothing more than that.
Is there anything bleaker than an anniversary?
Another year over, weighing on my shoulders.
A mind in doubt of promises made.
A lie you tell yourself, on the darkest day.
Winter, birth of the year.
Born in the cold and austere.
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5. |
Vaguely Fine
02:13
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When I float on the tide of the crowd then I’m
a dissolving face not found in the crush.
And if it starts to move I’ll move with it.
Mostly fine with anything.
You'll find me on my own, in a sea of thousands.
Vaguely fine, broadly OK. Why bother to do any different?
Broadly fine, vaguely OK. Why do any different?
Vaguely fine.
Not one for getting involved.
The spotlight burns and the nerves take hold.
Stumbled words through rictus grin.
Left out is my preferred in.
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6. |
Clarity
01:20
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A rare sense of achievement, in the working day. Tasks all actioned.
Not a single moment ever wasted.
A rare sense of achievement, you've broken through. Pats on the back.
At last a chance for things to work out fine.
If pressure is a privilege; your shoulders built to bear it.
Why run away? Why ever stop, why ever move, why change?
Your doubts don't mean a thing. Just learn to take it.
There's always bills to pay.
A sense of clarity, they see right through. Glimpses of little urgency.
All the whispers start to say your name.
Sense of regret; promoted too soon? A complex situation.
And now the doubt will start to rise; will start to be there.
Descope those low priority workflows.
Just bite your tongue; learn to take it.
Working from home today.
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7. |
Friend Noises
02:36
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I've lent into you for too long.
Let past connections fade, content to listen alone.
A pit. A chasm.
A ceiling much too high to hit my head.
A sound pushes through the darkness. (makes its way towards me)
All my favourite noises fill the room.
Move the air. Break the silence.
An echo filling spaces in the house.
Move the air. Break the silence
When at a loss.
When bored, when ground down.
Don't want to hear my heart beat.
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8. |
Asleep on the Concrete
01:58
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Absence of riches, blamed on card machine glitches.
Our mistaken nights out lead to our fiscal doubt. (lead to our ruin)
Deep in the red. (Another payment plan)
Two more weeks to payday.
Dead broke again. (The working poor ‘til the end)
Another overspend.
A myth of prudence, told as our burden grows.
And though we’ve worked for years, we’ve so little to show for it.
And we fall asleep, down on the concrete.
Overdrawn again. Lying on the pavement.
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9. |
Seismic
02:19
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Find something you love, and then just let it kill you.
Because you are. Because you will.
Never one to overshare. Reveal the facts, lay the soul bare.
Just push it down, whatever it takes to make it happen.
Just a cause and effect.
Does it bite you? I like the bite.
It sinks its teeth in every night. (and starts to hold on)
Bite marks and liver scars. Text broke you, pushed you too far.
Just push it down, whatever it takes to make it happen.
(Holding / shaking / tearing / falling)
Just a cause and effect.
It drifts apart like continental shift.
Seismic in its split.
I still feel the tremors.
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10. |
Fail Upwards
03:55
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I want to fail upwards. Be the face that always seems to fit.
Three steps ahead and no doubt will ever seem to surface.
Privileged and cock sure; right place, right time you know the score.
Never enough, staying hungry, bored and eager to take more.
Fail upwards. Reaction: Not my problem.
Keep failing upwards. Take it. Hold it. Keep it.
Fail upwards. An answer: Not my problem.
Keep failing upwards.
I want a platform never deserved, a paycheck never earned.
Not set to take one step aside. Why do any different?
When it's all laid at your feet, step forward and claim it.
And if the name fits, then it fits. Nothing ever seems to change.
We all die, our bodies rot, every face becomes a skull.
But for now, we're doing OK.
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