Flat of Angles

Song Flat of Angles
Artist YoungStar
Album Late Night Tales: Friendly Fires

Lyrics

or worse, someone who knows me walks by.
[00:00.03] I hope you enjoy the finally files Late Night Tales selection
[00:03.29] Welcome
[00:04.74] To the first part of the four part late night tell story Flat of Angles
[00:10.03] Written by Simon Cleary and read by me Benedict Cumberbatch
[00:15.55] I’ll miss you,
[00:18.75] I’ll miss our walks,
[00:22.60] trying to pretend we are in perfect step.
[00:25.28] Out of step now,
[00:28.25] sick on the floor,
[00:30.81] out of the room,
[00:32.63] fenced in, trapped.
[00:35.57] I can still hear the schoolchildren play outside at their usual 10:30.
[00:41.17] It always used to annoy me, as I was trying to sleep, but it doesn’t now.
[00:44.90] It seems alright.
[00:46.92] A replacement, a continuation.
[00:51.55] Their sound jangles around the room,
[00:55.12] it sounds so different from where I’ve been.
[00:58.14] A party, alone.
[01:02.35] Packed in with others, but never feeling so alone.
[01:07.41] People dance too close.
[01:11.60] She was there, I had only gone because I hoped she would be.
[01:19.33] I had arrived early, as the the streetlights were coming on,
[01:22.85] so I took a long walk around the block,
[01:25.99][01:24.47] taking a few extra lefts and rights,
[01:27.00] past the Chicken Cottage and the Costcutter,
[01:30.71] then along a crescent that arced me out of my way,
[01:32.59] past a group of figures huddled under the entrance to the flats,
[01:35.56] shielding the flicking lighter from the wind.
[01:38.35] This... area is little more than a traffic island,
[01:45.96] a triangle around which cars and coaches stream into town up the bleak Old Kent,
[01:52.27] or out into Kent and the coast.
[01:54.66] The same faces trudge around there for yeas.
[01:59.25] “Spare some change please? Much as possible.”
[02:01.72] “You want to buy some weed.”
[02:03.69] “Do you have a spare cigarette?”
[02:06.06] He always wants one.
[02:08.13] And that one about weed was not a question.
[02:11.12] There is a Samaritans office between two everely dilapidated buildings on a black-bricked terrace.
[02:18.75] It has a thermometer painted on a 10 ft wooden board nailed to the outside.
[02:22.70] There is red paint up to the ￡0 mark, and, an ambitious 10 ft higher,
[02:26.84] is written ￡200,000. It never got any warmer there.
[02:32.03] The Man begging in the corner makes me take a huge detour when going towards my flat.
[02:40.61] He looks up with a pitiful stare that makes me want to kick the misery out of him.
[02:46.82] His dipit wee cup of unwanted coffee.
[02:50.36] A child’s sleeping bag.
[02:52.22] JJB sports.
[02:53.58] A crack, a release, his poor exhaust.
[02:57.26] He was lost.
[02:59.08] The Broadway.
[03:03.12] The Town Hall, such a grand building, all nautical reminiscences, here, far from water.
[03:10.53] It would be quite a sight if you could get far back enough from it to take a look.
[03:13.45] But my back is up against the black panelling of the gay sauna opposite,
[03:18.26] a coach thunders by, and I run past the video shop that I owe ￡5 to.
[03:23.05] Meaning go way back.
[03:26.95] I may be becoming one of those people you see in New Cross.
[03:32.19] I have a book, peeping out of one pocket, at least want to look vaguely intellectual if someone I know,
[03:41.03] I throw down the finish can into the pile between two walls, outside my flat.
[03:46.09] Look, there’s the hardware store.
[03:49.98] It has a large cutout of a radiant man and woman in overalls,
[03:52.70] the woman handing the man a tin of paint, up his ladder, beaming.
[03:56.18] It has faded in the sun.
[03:58.90] I bought creosote from there, once.
[04:02.12] What a night!
[04:07.26] Pure ment..!
[04:09.23] It was messy!
[04:11.07] It was out of hand! It was out of space!
[04:13.40] I rapped on that track once, at Bagley’s, remember it?!Skibbadee handed me the mic,
[04:17.32] I got to shout “I’M GONNA SEND HIM TO OUTER SPACE TO FIIIND ANOTHER RACE!”
[04:22.70] Absolutely fantastic, those days…
[04:28.19] The pills these days are not the same, they don’t work.
[04:31.33] No love.
[04:33.78] I was chatting to this bloke in the kitchen, and he said something,
[04:36.05] I can’t remember what,
[04:36.69] but I had to push him over, crashed his arse on the coffee table,
[04:39.73] ash tinnies and CDs everywhere!
[04:42.66] Spilled the lines too, the fat bastard.
[04:46.29] I can’t get you out of my head,
[04:50.98] your loving is all I think about,
[04:56.02] no I can’t get you out of my head,
[04:58.85] something something is all I think about.
[05:00.41] I can’t get this loop out of my head,
[05:01.88] no I think I’ll have to…
[05:03.54] I need to sit down.
[05:06.76] I can’t stop my leg jiggling,
[05:09.40] it wants to be somewhere else.
[05:10.23] I need to get out of here.
[05:10.88] I can hear sirens – can you hear them?
[05:11.88] Then again, they are always here,
[05:12.92] the background to day to day life here.
[05:14.31] When music is playing, and they come,
[05:15.82] they sometimes sync up.
[05:16.68] The New Cross Remix, I call it.
[05:19.01] I used to... call it.
[05:22.09] This isn’t how it advertised itself.
[05:27.32] It was fun, it was Technicolour, the music made me feel liquid,
[05:35.03] I melted into the company and was chief among them.
[05:37.15] I was in the kitchen, pouring pint after pint of water over myself, insisting to a stranger that
[05:43.71] “No, no… The drinks are on me!”
[05:47.38] I can’t remember what happened after that.
[05:50.71] Except her there. I had managed to talk to her,
[05:57.24] I was talking about an art gallery, I thought she’d be impressed,
[05:59.91] but her eyes kept dancing around the space behind me,
[06:01.83] smiles flickered on her lips as her eyes focussed on scenes I was oblivious to.
[06:06.12] I heard laughter. It was from my throat, but I didn’t feel it.
[06:10.75] I was just trying to breathe life into a long-dead persona.

Pinyin

or worse, someone who knows me walks by.
[00:00.03] I hope you enjoy the finally files Late Night Tales selection
[00:03.29] Welcome
[00:04.74] To the first part of the four part late night tell story Flat of Angles
[00:10.03] Written by Simon Cleary and read by me Benedict Cumberbatch
[00:15.55] I' ll miss you,
[00:18.75] I' ll miss our walks,
[00:22.60] trying to pretend we are in perfect step.
[00:25.28] Out of step now,
[00:28.25] sick on the floor,
[00:30.81] out of the room,
[00:32.63] fenced in, trapped.
[00:35.57] I can still hear the schoolchildren play outside at their usual 10: 30.
[00:41.17] It always used to annoy me, as I was trying to sleep, but it doesn' t now.
[00:44.90] It seems alright.
[00:46.92] A replacement, a continuation.
[00:51.55] Their sound jangles around the room,
[00:55.12] it sounds so different from where I' ve been.
[00:58.14] A party, alone.
[01:02.35] Packed in with others, but never feeling so alone.
[01:07.41] People dance too close.
[01:11.60] She was there, I had only gone because I hoped she would be.
[01:19.33] I had arrived early, as the the streetlights were coming on,
[01:22.85] so I took a long walk around the block,
[01:25.99][01:24.47] taking a few extra lefts and rights,
[01:27.00] past the Chicken Cottage and the Costcutter,
[01:30.71] then along a crescent that arced me out of my way,
[01:32.59] past a group of figures huddled under the entrance to the flats,
[01:35.56] shielding the flicking lighter from the wind.
[01:38.35] This... area is little more than a traffic island,
[01:45.96] a triangle around which cars and coaches stream into town up the bleak Old Kent,
[01:52.27] or out into Kent and the coast.
[01:54.66] The same faces trudge around there for yeas.
[01:59.25] " Spare some change please? Much as possible."
[02:01.72] " You want to buy some weed."
[02:03.69] " Do you have a spare cigarette?"
[02:06.06] He always wants one.
[02:08.13] And that one about weed was not a question.
[02:11.12] There is a Samaritans office between two everely dilapidated buildings on a blackbricked terrace.
[02:18.75] It has a thermometer painted on a 10 ft wooden board nailed to the outside.
[02:22.70] There is red paint up to the 0 mark, and, an ambitious 10 ft higher,
[02:26.84] is written 200, 000. It never got any warmer there.
[02:32.03] The Man begging in the corner makes me take a huge detour when going towards my flat.
[02:40.61] He looks up with a pitiful stare that makes me want to kick the misery out of him.
[02:46.82] His dipit wee cup of unwanted coffee.
[02:50.36] A child' s sleeping bag.
[02:52.22] JJB sports.
[02:53.58] A crack, a release, his poor exhaust.
[02:57.26] He was lost.
[02:59.08] The Broadway.
[03:03.12] The Town Hall, such a grand building, all nautical reminiscences, here, far from water.
[03:10.53] It would be quite a sight if you could get far back enough from it to take a look.
[03:13.45] But my back is up against the black panelling of the gay sauna opposite,
[03:18.26] a coach thunders by, and I run past the video shop that I owe 5 to.
[03:23.05] Meaning go way back.
[03:26.95] I may be becoming one of those people you see in New Cross.
[03:32.19] I have a book, peeping out of one pocket, at least want to look vaguely intellectual if someone I know,
[03:41.03] I throw down the finish can into the pile between two walls, outside my flat.
[03:46.09] Look, there' s the hardware store.
[03:49.98] It has a large cutout of a radiant man and woman in overalls,
[03:52.70] the woman handing the man a tin of paint, up his ladder, beaming.
[03:56.18] It has faded in the sun.
[03:58.90] I bought creosote from there, once.
[04:02.12] What a night!
[04:07.26] Pure ment..!
[04:09.23] It was messy!
[04:11.07] It was out of hand! It was out of space!
[04:13.40] I rapped on that track once, at Bagley' s, remember it?! Skibbadee handed me the mic,
[04:17.32] I got to shout " I' M GONNA SEND HIM TO OUTER SPACE TO FIIIND ANOTHER RACE!"
[04:22.70] Absolutely fantastic, those days
[04:28.19] The pills these days are not the same, they don' t work.
[04:31.33] No love.
[04:33.78] I was chatting to this bloke in the kitchen, and he said something,
[04:36.05] I can' t remember what,
[04:36.69] but I had to push him over, crashed his arse on the coffee table,
[04:39.73] ash tinnies and CDs everywhere!
[04:42.66] Spilled the lines too, the fat bastard.
[04:46.29] I can' t get you out of my head,
[04:50.98] your loving is all I think about,
[04:56.02] no I can' t get you out of my head,
[04:58.85] something something is all I think about.
[05:00.41] I can' t get this loop out of my head,
[05:01.88] no I think I' ll have to
[05:03.54] I need to sit down.
[05:06.76] I can' t stop my leg jiggling,
[05:09.40] it wants to be somewhere else.
[05:10.23] I need to get out of here.
[05:10.88] I can hear sirens can you hear them?
[05:11.88] Then again, they are always here,
[05:12.92] the background to day to day life here.
[05:14.31] When music is playing, and they come,
[05:15.82] they sometimes sync up.
[05:16.68] The New Cross Remix, I call it.
[05:19.01] I used to... call it.
[05:22.09] This isn' t how it advertised itself.
[05:27.32] It was fun, it was Technicolour, the music made me feel liquid,
[05:35.03] I melted into the company and was chief among them.
[05:37.15] I was in the kitchen, pouring pint after pint of water over myself, insisting to a stranger that
[05:43.71] " No, no The drinks are on me!"
[05:47.38] I can' t remember what happened after that.
[05:50.71] Except her there. I had managed to talk to her,
[05:57.24] I was talking about an art gallery, I thought she' d be impressed,
[05:59.91] but her eyes kept dancing around the space behind me,
[06:01.83] smiles flickered on her lips as her eyes focussed on scenes I was oblivious to.
[06:06.12] I heard laughter. It was from my throat, but I didn' t feel it.
[06:10.75] I was just trying to breathe life into a longdead persona.