Song | Flat of Angles, Pt. 3 |
Artist | YoungStar |
Album | Late Night Tales: Bonobo |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.300] | And now for the third part of four-part Late Night Tales story |
[00:03.550] | "Flat of Angles" |
[00:04.840] | Written by Simon Cleary |
[00:06.020] | And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch |
[00:10.300] | I just can't access my thoughts |
[00:11.550] | Or put them into words |
[00:13.930] | I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion |
[00:17.590] | Still no reply to my text, I send to its ... |
[00:19.600] | Oh, let me see |
[00:20.960] | 9:48, and it's now 10 o'clock |
[00:25.220] | She hasn't texted to me in response |
[00:26.990] | To my imploring, longing, yearning message |
[00:29.370] | full of wiring sudden grief |
[00:31.310] | Thus, morning! |
[00:32.450] | How are you |
[00:34.910] | I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can't wait this night! |
[00:39.170] | Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight |
[00:42.020] | what time can you get there? |
[00:43.300] | Where is Rhythm Factory? |
[00:44.940] | Have a great day! |
[00:47.380] | Kiss. |
[00:50.100] | As many questions as possible all crying out for response |
[00:52.840] | surface lightness, reflective even |
[00:55.270] | Asking after, referring to events our showing her I'm thinking of her |
[00:58.710] | The kiss bow |
[01:01.380] | That was contemplative for a good five minutes although we held hands briefly |
[01:05.170] | Near McDonald's on the Earl's Court Road last night |
[01:07.200] | I don't know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now |
[01:10.330] | But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me |
[01:17.270] | up my arm, into my brain |
[01:21.140] | It cuts through the K, the sodium light |
[01:25.100] | the rain I longed to protect her from my arms |
[01:30.310] | Now he's check of the message this phone results |
[01:33.130] | a little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart |
[01:35.740] | The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom |
[01:43.460] | There is a bush outside the window |
[01:45.550] | when it rains if I've left the window open |
[01:47.160] | which I need to, sometimes |
[01:50.130] | They crawl in |
[01:53.120] | The iridescent tracery they leave on |
[01:54.660] | Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light |
[01:58.460] | I take a Tesco-bag glove and gather them, |
[02:01.660] | bundle them out the window. |
[02:08.230] | My time spend with you before the war. |
[02:14.570] | She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn’t rain, |
[02:16.890] | heard it wouldn’t rain. I wanted to go too, |
[02:18.830] | she said she was a solo traveler, |
[02:20.770] | But it was her rule, |
[02:21.840] | she goes on journeys alone. |
[02:22.780] | With plenty to read. |
[02:24.930] | I recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her. |
[02:27.690] | Perhaps I am the only thought she had. |
[02:29.360] | Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her. |
[02:33.400] | I wanted to say these things, |
[02:35.850] | but there was always a wall around me, |
[02:37.960] | I could never tell people how much they meant to me. |
[02:40.000] | I could tell others how much I hated some people, |
[02:42.020] | but could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company |
[02:44.920] | until I’d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken |
[02:49.330] | “You’re my best mate, you are.” |
[02:54.220] | So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch. |
[02:58.720] | I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor, |
[03:01.010] | and cleared away a few cans with my boots. |
[03:02.950] | We turned to face each other there, |
[03:04.250] | an my knee touched hers. |
[03:10.180] | I looked at our knees together, |
[03:12.430] | hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights, |
[03:16.700] | with little bobbles on them. |
[03:20.820] | Her knee moved imperceptibly away, |
[03:24.160] | but I felt it. |
[03:27.000] | I looked up to her face |
[03:28.350] | as she said “Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do.” |
[03:33.300] | We did. |
[03:35.890] | I didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol, |
[03:38.510] | but her eyes gave me a warm glow, |
[03:42.940] | I was swallowed by them, |
[03:45.410] | as she swallowed the green liquid. |
[03:48.550] | I couldn’t get enough. |
[03:50.870] | We did it again and again. |
[03:54.920] | Rinse, then repeat. |
[03:58.420] | As needed. |
[04:02.970] | Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night |
[04:05.870] | we were about to bow about four |
[04:07.730] | Just getting our coats, when we were |
[04:09.190] | Tim getting some sorts of trouble |
[04:10.370] | with the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket |
[04:11.680] | She said "we'd have to wait until the end to get the coat |
[04:15.590] | So we had to sit outside |
[04:17.220] | by the meat market, in the freezing cold |
[04:19.770] | At least wear our coats |
[04:21.570] | Until 8, when it was finally over |
[04:23.800] | Tim's was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert |
[04:27.960] | And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket |
[04:31.770] | and pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket |
[04:34.690] | saying "I had it all along" |
[04:37.790] | Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face |
[04:42.110] | forces them to his side |
[04:43.900] | shaking, grating his teeth, groaning |
[04:47.270] | moving off slowly, muttering "fuuuuuuuu(ck)" |
[04:53.810] | Oh no, my number will be on her phone. |
[04:58.130] | They’ll know. |
[05:00.900] | I need to get round there and delete the calls. |
[05:03.700] | So it |
[05:11.050] | Out of the strong, came forth sweetness. |
[05:16.640] | It says that on the tins of Lyle’s Golden Syrup. |
[05:18.590] | Have you ever noticed that? |
[05:20.350] | It has a picture of a lion, dead, |
[05:21.860] | surrounded by bees, buzzing around, |
[05:23.450] | and feasting on the lion’s innards. |
[05:25.100] | It is from a Biblical story, |
[05:26.360] | someone was going somewhere, |
[05:27.350] | saw the lion dead in the sunshine, |
[05:28.280] | and carried on. |
[05:30.100] | On his way back, |
[05:31.210] | the bees had started to form a hive within the lion, |
[05:32.810] | and were creating honey. |
[05:37.250] | Hence out of the strong... |
[05:41.800] | I have enough here to join her, to join the lion. |
[05:45.160] | I can’t walk around the block once more, again. |
[05:50.050] | I’ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped. |
[05:57.820] | I don’t even know why I’m doing it. |
[06:01.430] | I’m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window. |
[06:09.890] | The streets are full of mercenary eyes. |
[06:12.360] | Veins full of evil serum. |
[06:15.870] | 90 degrees from window. |
[06:18.810] | Right down to its gables. |
[06:26.740] | You've been listening to Late Night Tales |
[06:29.310] | Music and stories worth staying up for. |
[06:32.020] |
[00:00.300] | And now for the third part of fourpart Late Night Tales story |
[00:03.550] | " Flat of Angles" |
[00:04.840] | Written by Simon Cleary |
[00:06.020] | And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch |
[00:10.300] | I just can' t access my thoughts |
[00:11.550] | Or put them into words |
[00:13.930] | I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion |
[00:17.590] | Still no reply to my text, I send to its ... |
[00:19.600] | Oh, let me see |
[00:20.960] | 9: 48, and it' s now 10 o' clock |
[00:25.220] | She hasn' t texted to me in response |
[00:26.990] | To my imploring, longing, yearning message |
[00:29.370] | full of wiring sudden grief |
[00:31.310] | Thus, morning! |
[00:32.450] | How are you |
[00:34.910] | I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can' t wait this night! |
[00:39.170] | Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight |
[00:42.020] | what time can you get there? |
[00:43.300] | Where is Rhythm Factory? |
[00:44.940] | Have a great day! |
[00:47.380] | Kiss. |
[00:50.100] | As many questions as possible all crying out for response |
[00:52.840] | surface lightness, reflective even |
[00:55.270] | Asking after, referring to events our showing her I' m thinking of her |
[00:58.710] | The kiss bow |
[01:01.380] | That was contemplative for a good five minutes although we held hands briefly |
[01:05.170] | Near McDonald' s on the Earl' s Court Road last night |
[01:07.200] | I don' t know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now |
[01:10.330] | But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me |
[01:17.270] | up my arm, into my brain |
[01:21.140] | It cuts through the K, the sodium light |
[01:25.100] | the rain I longed to protect her from my arms |
[01:30.310] | Now he' s check of the message this phone results |
[01:33.130] | a little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart |
[01:35.740] | The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom |
[01:43.460] | There is a bush outside the window |
[01:45.550] | when it rains if I' ve left the window open |
[01:47.160] | which I need to, sometimes |
[01:50.130] | They crawl in |
[01:53.120] | The iridescent tracery they leave on |
[01:54.660] | Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light |
[01:58.460] | I take a Tescobag glove and gather them, |
[02:01.660] | bundle them out the window. |
[02:08.230] | My time spend with you before the war. |
[02:14.570] | She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn' t rain, |
[02:16.890] | heard it wouldn' t rain. I wanted to go too, |
[02:18.830] | she said she was a solo traveler, |
[02:20.770] | But it was her rule, |
[02:21.840] | she goes on journeys alone. |
[02:22.780] | With plenty to read. |
[02:24.930] | I recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her. |
[02:27.690] | Perhaps I am the only thought she had. |
[02:29.360] | Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her. |
[02:33.400] | I wanted to say these things, |
[02:35.850] | but there was always a wall around me, |
[02:37.960] | I could never tell people how much they meant to me. |
[02:40.000] | I could tell others how much I hated some people, |
[02:42.020] | but could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company |
[02:44.920] | until I' d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken |
[02:49.330] | " You' re my best mate, you are." |
[02:54.220] | So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch. |
[02:58.720] | I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor, |
[03:01.010] | and cleared away a few cans with my boots. |
[03:02.950] | We turned to face each other there, |
[03:04.250] | an my knee touched hers. |
[03:10.180] | I looked at our knees together, |
[03:12.430] | hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights, |
[03:16.700] | with little bobbles on them. |
[03:20.820] | Her knee moved imperceptibly away, |
[03:24.160] | but I felt it. |
[03:27.000] | I looked up to her face |
[03:28.350] | as she said " Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do." |
[03:33.300] | We did. |
[03:35.890] | I didn' t feel the effect of the alcohol, |
[03:38.510] | but her eyes gave me a warm glow, |
[03:42.940] | I was swallowed by them, |
[03:45.410] | as she swallowed the green liquid. |
[03:48.550] | I couldn' t get enough. |
[03:50.870] | We did it again and again. |
[03:54.920] | Rinse, then repeat. |
[03:58.420] | As needed. |
[04:02.970] | Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night |
[04:05.870] | we were about to bow about four |
[04:07.730] | Just getting our coats, when we were |
[04:09.190] | Tim getting some sorts of trouble |
[04:10.370] | with the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket |
[04:11.680] | She said " we' d have to wait until the end to get the coat |
[04:15.590] | So we had to sit outside |
[04:17.220] | by the meat market, in the freezing cold |
[04:19.770] | At least wear our coats |
[04:21.570] | Until 8, when it was finally over |
[04:23.800] | Tim' s was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert |
[04:27.960] | And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket |
[04:31.770] | and pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket |
[04:34.690] | saying " I had it all along" |
[04:37.790] | Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face |
[04:42.110] | forces them to his side |
[04:43.900] | shaking, grating his teeth, groaning |
[04:47.270] | moving off slowly, muttering " fuuuuuuuu ck" |
[04:53.810] | Oh no, my number will be on her phone. |
[04:58.130] | They' ll know. |
[05:00.900] | I need to get round there and delete the calls. |
[05:03.700] | So it |
[05:11.050] | Out of the strong, came forth sweetness. |
[05:16.640] | It says that on the tins of Lyle' s Golden Syrup. |
[05:18.590] | Have you ever noticed that? |
[05:20.350] | It has a picture of a lion, dead, |
[05:21.860] | surrounded by bees, buzzing around, |
[05:23.450] | and feasting on the lion' s innards. |
[05:25.100] | It is from a Biblical story, |
[05:26.360] | someone was going somewhere, |
[05:27.350] | saw the lion dead in the sunshine, |
[05:28.280] | and carried on. |
[05:30.100] | On his way back, |
[05:31.210] | the bees had started to form a hive within the lion, |
[05:32.810] | and were creating honey. |
[05:37.250] | Hence out of the strong... |
[05:41.800] | I have enough here to join her, to join the lion. |
[05:45.160] | I can' t walk around the block once more, again. |
[05:50.050] | I' ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped. |
[05:57.820] | I don' t even know why I' m doing it. |
[06:01.430] | I' m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window. |
[06:09.890] | The streets are full of mercenary eyes. |
[06:12.360] | Veins full of evil serum. |
[06:15.870] | 90 degrees from window. |
[06:18.810] | Right down to its gables. |
[06:26.740] | You' ve been listening to Late Night Tales |
[06:29.310] | Music and stories worth staying up for. |
[06:32.020] |
[00:00.300] | And now for the third part of fourpart Late Night Tales story |
[00:03.550] | " Flat of Angles" |
[00:04.840] | Written by Simon Cleary |
[00:06.020] | And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch |
[00:10.300] | I just can' t access my thoughts |
[00:11.550] | Or put them into words |
[00:13.930] | I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion |
[00:17.590] | Still no reply to my text, I send to its ... |
[00:19.600] | Oh, let me see |
[00:20.960] | 9: 48, and it' s now 10 o' clock |
[00:25.220] | She hasn' t texted to me in response |
[00:26.990] | To my imploring, longing, yearning message |
[00:29.370] | full of wiring sudden grief |
[00:31.310] | Thus, morning! |
[00:32.450] | How are you |
[00:34.910] | I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can' t wait this night! |
[00:39.170] | Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight |
[00:42.020] | what time can you get there? |
[00:43.300] | Where is Rhythm Factory? |
[00:44.940] | Have a great day! |
[00:47.380] | Kiss. |
[00:50.100] | As many questions as possible all crying out for response |
[00:52.840] | surface lightness, reflective even |
[00:55.270] | Asking after, referring to events our showing her I' m thinking of her |
[00:58.710] | The kiss bow |
[01:01.380] | That was contemplative for a good five minutes although we held hands briefly |
[01:05.170] | Near McDonald' s on the Earl' s Court Road last night |
[01:07.200] | I don' t know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now |
[01:10.330] | But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me |
[01:17.270] | up my arm, into my brain |
[01:21.140] | It cuts through the K, the sodium light |
[01:25.100] | the rain I longed to protect her from my arms |
[01:30.310] | Now he' s check of the message this phone results |
[01:33.130] | a little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart |
[01:35.740] | The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom |
[01:43.460] | There is a bush outside the window |
[01:45.550] | when it rains if I' ve left the window open |
[01:47.160] | which I need to, sometimes |
[01:50.130] | They crawl in |
[01:53.120] | The iridescent tracery they leave on |
[01:54.660] | Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light |
[01:58.460] | I take a Tescobag glove and gather them, |
[02:01.660] | bundle them out the window. |
[02:08.230] | My time spend with you before the war. |
[02:14.570] | She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn' t rain, |
[02:16.890] | heard it wouldn' t rain. I wanted to go too, |
[02:18.830] | she said she was a solo traveler, |
[02:20.770] | But it was her rule, |
[02:21.840] | she goes on journeys alone. |
[02:22.780] | With plenty to read. |
[02:24.930] | I recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her. |
[02:27.690] | Perhaps I am the only thought she had. |
[02:29.360] | Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her. |
[02:33.400] | I wanted to say these things, |
[02:35.850] | but there was always a wall around me, |
[02:37.960] | I could never tell people how much they meant to me. |
[02:40.000] | I could tell others how much I hated some people, |
[02:42.020] | but could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company |
[02:44.920] | until I' d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken |
[02:49.330] | " You' re my best mate, you are." |
[02:54.220] | So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch. |
[02:58.720] | I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor, |
[03:01.010] | and cleared away a few cans with my boots. |
[03:02.950] | We turned to face each other there, |
[03:04.250] | an my knee touched hers. |
[03:10.180] | I looked at our knees together, |
[03:12.430] | hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights, |
[03:16.700] | with little bobbles on them. |
[03:20.820] | Her knee moved imperceptibly away, |
[03:24.160] | but I felt it. |
[03:27.000] | I looked up to her face |
[03:28.350] | as she said " Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do." |
[03:33.300] | We did. |
[03:35.890] | I didn' t feel the effect of the alcohol, |
[03:38.510] | but her eyes gave me a warm glow, |
[03:42.940] | I was swallowed by them, |
[03:45.410] | as she swallowed the green liquid. |
[03:48.550] | I couldn' t get enough. |
[03:50.870] | We did it again and again. |
[03:54.920] | Rinse, then repeat. |
[03:58.420] | As needed. |
[04:02.970] | Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night |
[04:05.870] | we were about to bow about four |
[04:07.730] | Just getting our coats, when we were |
[04:09.190] | Tim getting some sorts of trouble |
[04:10.370] | with the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket |
[04:11.680] | She said " we' d have to wait until the end to get the coat |
[04:15.590] | So we had to sit outside |
[04:17.220] | by the meat market, in the freezing cold |
[04:19.770] | At least wear our coats |
[04:21.570] | Until 8, when it was finally over |
[04:23.800] | Tim' s was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert |
[04:27.960] | And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket |
[04:31.770] | and pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket |
[04:34.690] | saying " I had it all along" |
[04:37.790] | Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face |
[04:42.110] | forces them to his side |
[04:43.900] | shaking, grating his teeth, groaning |
[04:47.270] | moving off slowly, muttering " fuuuuuuuu ck" |
[04:53.810] | Oh no, my number will be on her phone. |
[04:58.130] | They' ll know. |
[05:00.900] | I need to get round there and delete the calls. |
[05:03.700] | So it |
[05:11.050] | Out of the strong, came forth sweetness. |
[05:16.640] | It says that on the tins of Lyle' s Golden Syrup. |
[05:18.590] | Have you ever noticed that? |
[05:20.350] | It has a picture of a lion, dead, |
[05:21.860] | surrounded by bees, buzzing around, |
[05:23.450] | and feasting on the lion' s innards. |
[05:25.100] | It is from a Biblical story, |
[05:26.360] | someone was going somewhere, |
[05:27.350] | saw the lion dead in the sunshine, |
[05:28.280] | and carried on. |
[05:30.100] | On his way back, |
[05:31.210] | the bees had started to form a hive within the lion, |
[05:32.810] | and were creating honey. |
[05:37.250] | Hence out of the strong... |
[05:41.800] | I have enough here to join her, to join the lion. |
[05:45.160] | I can' t walk around the block once more, again. |
[05:50.050] | I' ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped. |
[05:57.820] | I don' t even know why I' m doing it. |
[06:01.430] | I' m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window. |
[06:09.890] | The streets are full of mercenary eyes. |
[06:12.360] | Veins full of evil serum. |
[06:15.870] | 90 degrees from window. |
[06:18.810] | Right down to its gables. |
[06:26.740] | You' ve been listening to Late Night Tales |
[06:29.310] | Music and stories worth staying up for. |
[06:32.020] |