| Song | Flat Of Angles (Pt.2) |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Ice Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.540] | And now for the second part of the fourth part late night tale stories |
| [00:03.890] | Flat of Angles |
| [00:05.010] | Written by Simon Cleary |
| [00:06.760] | And read by me Benedict Cumberbatch |
| [00:10.250] | Is there any more drink around here? |
| [00:11.820] | Do you have any? |
| [00:13.470] | Its alright, I haven’t been to bed yet |
| [00:14.810] | I’m not drinking in the morning! |
| [00:17.670] | I swear I had a couple of… |
| [00:20.250] | No I think I had them before I headed out last night. |
| [00:25.250] | I sometimes feel like I am in the 1980s |
| [00:27.950] | Or perhaps it's part of my mom's fault watching Esatenders |
| [00:30.950] | With my family lying back on the green velour sofa |
| [00:33.610] | Looking out at the sodium lights of the A505 |
| [00:36.710] | Hands fiddling with the glass on the tarnished aluminium of |
| [00:39.900] | The Secondary double glazing thinking imagining romantic futures |
| [00:44.870] | Set out for me by songs |
| [00:47.100] | From top of the pops Twisted by lyrics of Genesis |
| [00:50.350] | Starry starry nights |
| [00:53.100] | Paint your pallid blue and grey |
| [00:55.690] | Red and gold |
| [00:57.980] | Are royal colors |
| [00:59.330] | Yeah, yeah |
| [01:00.440] | Industrial state |
| [01:03.960] | Instead |
| [01:06.740] | Anyway, like I say, it was great |
| [01:08.440] | I was waiting in the corridor, to go to the toilet, |
| [01:09.990] | Standing right in front of the door. |
| [01:11.190] | It opened, and this girl was standing there. |
| [01:14.080] | I was a little shocked, hadn’t expected it, and jumped a little. |
| [01:17.530] | She did the same thing a second later, smiling. |
| [01:21.300] | I tilted my head left, about to speak, and look sympathetic, |
| [01:24.670] | And she tilted her head right. |
| [01:26.210] | I raised my right hand, she raised her left. |
| [01:27.920] | I put it back by my side, straightened my head, |
| [01:30.540] | And she did the same. |
| [01:33.390] | “I’ll be your mirror.” she said. |
| [01:37.280] | Nothing else existed for a second there, I felt calm, and wanted no more. |
| [01:46.230] | Then some chump who had slunk up the corridor goes |
| [01:51.280] | “Awww, that is so cute!” |
| [01:53.720] | I barged past her and slammed the door, |
| [01:55.380] | Shot the lock across,the handle fell off. |
| [02:00.650] | This can’t actually have happened. |
| [02:03.110] | She is only 28.Only. |
| [02:09.170] | What are we doing with our lives? |
| [02:11.640] | Why are we carrying on like this? |
| [02:13.890] | For God’s sake, why don’t we grow up? |
| [02:17.140] | Pretending we are hip, |
| [02:18.690] | Throwing our bodies around the room,around the town, |
| [02:21.120] | Projected on cheap MDMA and ciders with ice, our shadows are long. |
| [02:28.760] | They slip over the horizon, grow thinner, |
| [02:30.940] | And disappear only the all-encompassing shadow of night takes over. |
| [02:36.700] | That is greater than any of us. |
| [02:41.280] | Then morning comes, and it goes away. |
| [02:45.460] | It peels the film from eyes, |
| [02:47.650] | Sparks cells into action, |
| [02:49.860] | And eventually resurrects those who have avoided it. |
| [02:53.080] | It says here is a day |
| [02:56.190] | Do with it as you will. |
| [02:59.310] | I am back, but she… |
| [03:10.030] | I’m well up for keeping the session going |
| [03:13.680] | Why did I even come back here? |
| [03:15.520] | God knows. |
| [03:17.020] | I’ll give her a call, |
| [03:17.820] | See what she’s up to. |
| [03:18.380] | We could swing down the Talbot for a few cures. |
| [03:20.460] | Its ringing. |
| [03:21.140] | Oh nooo… What happened? |
| [03:21.930] | I think that… |
| [03:22.870] | Hey! Where did you get to last night? |
| [03:25.240] | Fancy a Bloody Mary at The Talbot? |
| [03:26.620] | Give us a call when you get this! |
| [03:29.370] | No. She wouldn’t move. |
| [03:34.380] | I think I lied next to her. |
| [03:38.650] | I lied. |
| [03:41.700] | We had that methlathyl-whatever when I got out of the toilet. |
| [03:45.340] | She had given that bloke the heave-ho. |
| [03:47.670] | I can’t even remember her face. |
| [03:50.450] | Just the strange flock texture on the wallpaper behind her in the corridor, |
| [03:53.470] | The magnolia paintwork, |
| [03:54.920] | The sick yellow light from a bare bulb, |
| [03:57.050] | And decades of greasy black hand marks by the top of the stairs. |
| [04:04.280] | Her eyes were… |
| [04:07.430] | Black. |
| [04:09.300] |
| [00:00.540] | And now for the second part of the fourth part late night tale stories |
| [00:03.890] | Flat of Angles |
| [00:05.010] | Written by Simon Cleary |
| [00:06.760] | And read by me Benedict Cumberbatch |
| [00:10.250] | Is there any more drink around here? |
| [00:11.820] | Do you have any? |
| [00:13.470] | Its alright, I haven' t been to bed yet |
| [00:14.810] | I' m not drinking in the morning! |
| [00:17.670] | I swear I had a couple of |
| [00:20.250] | No I think I had them before I headed out last night. |
| [00:25.250] | I sometimes feel like I am in the 1980s |
| [00:27.950] | Or perhaps it' s part of my mom' s fault watching Esatenders |
| [00:30.950] | With my family lying back on the green velour sofa |
| [00:33.610] | Looking out at the sodium lights of the A505 |
| [00:36.710] | Hands fiddling with the glass on the tarnished aluminium of |
| [00:39.900] | The Secondary double glazing thinking imagining romantic futures |
| [00:44.870] | Set out for me by songs |
| [00:47.100] | From top of the pops Twisted by lyrics of Genesis |
| [00:50.350] | Starry starry nights |
| [00:53.100] | Paint your pallid blue and grey |
| [00:55.690] | Red and gold |
| [00:57.980] | Are royal colors |
| [00:59.330] | Yeah, yeah |
| [01:00.440] | Industrial state |
| [01:03.960] | Instead |
| [01:06.740] | Anyway, like I say, it was great |
| [01:08.440] | I was waiting in the corridor, to go to the toilet, |
| [01:09.990] | Standing right in front of the door. |
| [01:11.190] | It opened, and this girl was standing there. |
| [01:14.080] | I was a little shocked, hadn' t expected it, and jumped a little. |
| [01:17.530] | She did the same thing a second later, smiling. |
| [01:21.300] | I tilted my head left, about to speak, and look sympathetic, |
| [01:24.670] | And she tilted her head right. |
| [01:26.210] | I raised my right hand, she raised her left. |
| [01:27.920] | I put it back by my side, straightened my head, |
| [01:30.540] | And she did the same. |
| [01:33.390] | " I' ll be your mirror." she said. |
| [01:37.280] | Nothing else existed for a second there, I felt calm, and wanted no more. |
| [01:46.230] | Then some chump who had slunk up the corridor goes |
| [01:51.280] | " Awww, that is so cute!" |
| [01:53.720] | I barged past her and slammed the door, |
| [01:55.380] | Shot the lock across, the handle fell off. |
| [02:00.650] | This can' t actually have happened. |
| [02:03.110] | She is only 28. Only. |
| [02:09.170] | What are we doing with our lives? |
| [02:11.640] | Why are we carrying on like this? |
| [02:13.890] | For God' s sake, why don' t we grow up? |
| [02:17.140] | Pretending we are hip, |
| [02:18.690] | Throwing our bodies around the room, around the town, |
| [02:21.120] | Projected on cheap MDMA and ciders with ice, our shadows are long. |
| [02:28.760] | They slip over the horizon, grow thinner, |
| [02:30.940] | And disappear only the allencompassing shadow of night takes over. |
| [02:36.700] | That is greater than any of us. |
| [02:41.280] | Then morning comes, and it goes away. |
| [02:45.460] | It peels the film from eyes, |
| [02:47.650] | Sparks cells into action, |
| [02:49.860] | And eventually resurrects those who have avoided it. |
| [02:53.080] | It says here is a day |
| [02:56.190] | Do with it as you will. |
| [02:59.310] | I am back, but she |
| [03:10.030] | I' m well up for keeping the session going |
| [03:13.680] | Why did I even come back here? |
| [03:15.520] | God knows. |
| [03:17.020] | I' ll give her a call, |
| [03:17.820] | See what she' s up to. |
| [03:18.380] | We could swing down the Talbot for a few cures. |
| [03:20.460] | Its ringing. |
| [03:21.140] | Oh nooo What happened? |
| [03:21.930] | I think that |
| [03:22.870] | Hey! Where did you get to last night? |
| [03:25.240] | Fancy a Bloody Mary at The Talbot? |
| [03:26.620] | Give us a call when you get this! |
| [03:29.370] | No. She wouldn' t move. |
| [03:34.380] | I think I lied next to her. |
| [03:38.650] | I lied. |
| [03:41.700] | We had that methlathylwhatever when I got out of the toilet. |
| [03:45.340] | She had given that bloke the heaveho. |
| [03:47.670] | I can' t even remember her face. |
| [03:50.450] | Just the strange flock texture on the wallpaper behind her in the corridor, |
| [03:53.470] | The magnolia paintwork, |
| [03:54.920] | The sick yellow light from a bare bulb, |
| [03:57.050] | And decades of greasy black hand marks by the top of the stairs. |
| [04:04.280] | Her eyes were |
| [04:07.430] | Black. |
| [04:09.300] |
| [00:00.540] | And now for the second part of the fourth part late night tale stories |
| [00:03.890] | Flat of Angles |
| [00:05.010] | Written by Simon Cleary |
| [00:06.760] | And read by me Benedict Cumberbatch |
| [00:10.250] | Is there any more drink around here? |
| [00:11.820] | Do you have any? |
| [00:13.470] | Its alright, I haven' t been to bed yet |
| [00:14.810] | I' m not drinking in the morning! |
| [00:17.670] | I swear I had a couple of |
| [00:20.250] | No I think I had them before I headed out last night. |
| [00:25.250] | I sometimes feel like I am in the 1980s |
| [00:27.950] | Or perhaps it' s part of my mom' s fault watching Esatenders |
| [00:30.950] | With my family lying back on the green velour sofa |
| [00:33.610] | Looking out at the sodium lights of the A505 |
| [00:36.710] | Hands fiddling with the glass on the tarnished aluminium of |
| [00:39.900] | The Secondary double glazing thinking imagining romantic futures |
| [00:44.870] | Set out for me by songs |
| [00:47.100] | From top of the pops Twisted by lyrics of Genesis |
| [00:50.350] | Starry starry nights |
| [00:53.100] | Paint your pallid blue and grey |
| [00:55.690] | Red and gold |
| [00:57.980] | Are royal colors |
| [00:59.330] | Yeah, yeah |
| [01:00.440] | Industrial state |
| [01:03.960] | Instead |
| [01:06.740] | Anyway, like I say, it was great |
| [01:08.440] | I was waiting in the corridor, to go to the toilet, |
| [01:09.990] | Standing right in front of the door. |
| [01:11.190] | It opened, and this girl was standing there. |
| [01:14.080] | I was a little shocked, hadn' t expected it, and jumped a little. |
| [01:17.530] | She did the same thing a second later, smiling. |
| [01:21.300] | I tilted my head left, about to speak, and look sympathetic, |
| [01:24.670] | And she tilted her head right. |
| [01:26.210] | I raised my right hand, she raised her left. |
| [01:27.920] | I put it back by my side, straightened my head, |
| [01:30.540] | And she did the same. |
| [01:33.390] | " I' ll be your mirror." she said. |
| [01:37.280] | Nothing else existed for a second there, I felt calm, and wanted no more. |
| [01:46.230] | Then some chump who had slunk up the corridor goes |
| [01:51.280] | " Awww, that is so cute!" |
| [01:53.720] | I barged past her and slammed the door, |
| [01:55.380] | Shot the lock across, the handle fell off. |
| [02:00.650] | This can' t actually have happened. |
| [02:03.110] | She is only 28. Only. |
| [02:09.170] | What are we doing with our lives? |
| [02:11.640] | Why are we carrying on like this? |
| [02:13.890] | For God' s sake, why don' t we grow up? |
| [02:17.140] | Pretending we are hip, |
| [02:18.690] | Throwing our bodies around the room, around the town, |
| [02:21.120] | Projected on cheap MDMA and ciders with ice, our shadows are long. |
| [02:28.760] | They slip over the horizon, grow thinner, |
| [02:30.940] | And disappear only the allencompassing shadow of night takes over. |
| [02:36.700] | That is greater than any of us. |
| [02:41.280] | Then morning comes, and it goes away. |
| [02:45.460] | It peels the film from eyes, |
| [02:47.650] | Sparks cells into action, |
| [02:49.860] | And eventually resurrects those who have avoided it. |
| [02:53.080] | It says here is a day |
| [02:56.190] | Do with it as you will. |
| [02:59.310] | I am back, but she |
| [03:10.030] | I' m well up for keeping the session going |
| [03:13.680] | Why did I even come back here? |
| [03:15.520] | God knows. |
| [03:17.020] | I' ll give her a call, |
| [03:17.820] | See what she' s up to. |
| [03:18.380] | We could swing down the Talbot for a few cures. |
| [03:20.460] | Its ringing. |
| [03:21.140] | Oh nooo What happened? |
| [03:21.930] | I think that |
| [03:22.870] | Hey! Where did you get to last night? |
| [03:25.240] | Fancy a Bloody Mary at The Talbot? |
| [03:26.620] | Give us a call when you get this! |
| [03:29.370] | No. She wouldn' t move. |
| [03:34.380] | I think I lied next to her. |
| [03:38.650] | I lied. |
| [03:41.700] | We had that methlathylwhatever when I got out of the toilet. |
| [03:45.340] | She had given that bloke the heaveho. |
| [03:47.670] | I can' t even remember her face. |
| [03:50.450] | Just the strange flock texture on the wallpaper behind her in the corridor, |
| [03:53.470] | The magnolia paintwork, |
| [03:54.920] | The sick yellow light from a bare bulb, |
| [03:57.050] | And decades of greasy black hand marks by the top of the stairs. |
| [04:04.280] | Her eyes were |
| [04:07.430] | Black. |
| [04:09.300] |