0:00:04 > 0:00:06Ladies and gentlemen, this broadcast contains
0:00:06 > 0:00:10some extremely strong language and explicit poetry.
0:00:10 > 0:00:12CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
0:00:18 > 0:00:21Hello, everybody. Welcome.
0:00:21 > 0:00:22Thank you for coming.
0:00:22 > 0:00:24My name's Kate.
0:00:24 > 0:00:27This is a very special night for me
0:00:27 > 0:00:29for a couple of reasons I'm going to tell you about.
0:00:29 > 0:00:32First of all, we're in the Rivoli Ballroom,
0:00:32 > 0:00:35which is in my beloved Brockley in south-east London, where...
0:00:35 > 0:00:36APPLAUSE Yeah.
0:00:36 > 0:00:39Where me, my drummer and brother Craig Bass,
0:00:39 > 0:00:42and a good chunk of this room have lived all our days,
0:00:42 > 0:00:47so it feels extremely special to be here, where we are from,
0:00:47 > 0:00:51with all you guys in this particularly beautiful venue.
0:00:51 > 0:00:54Tonight is a night of poetry
0:00:54 > 0:00:58on prime-time BBC Two television on a Saturday night,
0:00:58 > 0:01:01which is massive and really exciting.
0:01:01 > 0:01:04So as kind of cloying and trite as it sounds,
0:01:04 > 0:01:07I kind of want to thank the BBC for taking this risk
0:01:07 > 0:01:10and for allowing me to tell the particular story
0:01:10 > 0:01:12that I want to tell.
0:01:12 > 0:01:15This new work of mine, which is called Let Them Eat Chaos,
0:01:15 > 0:01:18it's a long poem set to music.
0:01:18 > 0:01:19I can't wait.
0:01:19 > 0:01:23I've been waiting for this day for a long time.
0:01:23 > 0:01:27Then, afterwards, I'm going to present some of my favourite poets.
0:01:27 > 0:01:30All right, ladies and gentlemen, this is Let Them Eat Chaos.
0:01:34 > 0:01:37Picture a vacuum
0:01:37 > 0:01:41An endless and unmoving blackness
0:01:41 > 0:01:47Peace - or the absence, at least, of terror
0:01:47 > 0:01:49Now, see, in amongst all this space
0:01:49 > 0:01:52That speck of light in the furthest corner
0:01:52 > 0:01:56Gold as a pharaoh's coffin
0:01:56 > 0:01:58Now follow that light with your tired eyes
0:01:58 > 0:02:01It's been a long day, I know
0:02:01 > 0:02:03But, look, watch as it flickers
0:02:03 > 0:02:07And then roars into fullness and fills the whole frame
0:02:07 > 0:02:10Blazing a fire you can't bear
0:02:10 > 0:02:12The majesty of
0:02:12 > 0:02:15Here is our sun
0:02:15 > 0:02:18And see how the planets are dangled around it
0:02:18 > 0:02:21And held in that intricate dance
0:02:21 > 0:02:26There is our earth, our earth
0:02:26 > 0:02:30Its blueness soothes the sharp burn in your eyes
0:02:30 > 0:02:34Its contours remind you of love, that soft roundness
0:02:34 > 0:02:38The comfort of ocean and landmass
0:02:38 > 0:02:40Picture the world
0:02:40 > 0:02:43Older than she ever thought she would get
0:02:43 > 0:02:46She watches herself as she spins
0:02:46 > 0:02:51Arms loaded with the trophies of her most successful child
0:02:51 > 0:02:54The pylons and mines
0:02:54 > 0:02:58The power plants shimmer in her still, cool breath
0:02:58 > 0:03:04Now, is that a smile that plays across her lips?
0:03:04 > 0:03:09Or is it the tremor of dread, the sadness of mothers
0:03:09 > 0:03:13As they watch the fates of their children unfold?
0:03:13 > 0:03:18In, now, in, kaleidoscopic vision
0:03:18 > 0:03:20The colours like drugs in your belly, churning
0:03:20 > 0:03:23Your skin pulled loose as a pup's, shaken and flattened
0:03:23 > 0:03:27And the waves are magnified as they roll up towards you
0:03:27 > 0:03:29And you're tiny as sand
0:03:29 > 0:03:32Just a speck
0:03:32 > 0:03:35And as you approach the surface
0:03:35 > 0:03:39All of that peace that you felt is replaced with this furious
0:03:39 > 0:03:41Never-known passion
0:03:41 > 0:03:45You're feeling the people, their faces are bright in your blood
0:03:45 > 0:03:47You are feeling
0:03:47 > 0:03:48You want to be close to them
0:03:48 > 0:03:50Closer
0:03:50 > 0:03:52Because these are your species
0:03:52 > 0:03:55Your kindred
0:03:57 > 0:04:00Where have you landed?
0:04:00 > 0:04:02Uncurl yourself
0:04:02 > 0:04:07Stand up and look at your limbs, all intact
0:04:07 > 0:04:10Clothed in the fashion
0:04:10 > 0:04:11This is a city
0:04:13 > 0:04:15Let's call her London
0:04:17 > 0:04:20And these are the only times you have known
0:04:22 > 0:04:26"Is this what it's come to?", you think
0:04:27 > 0:04:32What am I to make of all this?
0:04:32 > 0:04:34ELECTRONIC BEAT PLAYS
0:04:42 > 0:04:45# At any given moment in the middle of a city
0:04:45 > 0:04:47# There's a million epiphanies occurring
0:04:47 > 0:04:49# In the blurring of the world beyond the curtain
0:04:49 > 0:04:52# And the world within the person there's a quivering
0:04:52 > 0:04:56# The litter in the alleyway is singing
0:05:04 > 0:05:07# People meet by chance, fall in love, drift apart again
0:05:07 > 0:05:09# Under-age drinkers walk the park and watch the dark descend
0:05:09 > 0:05:11# The workers watch their clocks
0:05:11 > 0:05:12# Fiddle with their Parker pens
0:05:12 > 0:05:15# While their grandmothers haggle with the market men
0:05:15 > 0:05:18# Here is where the kids play and laugh until they fall apart
0:05:18 > 0:05:19# It's kiss chase and dancing
0:05:19 > 0:05:20# Till it's mistakes and darkened rooms
0:05:20 > 0:05:23# Too fast, too soon, too slow, too long
0:05:23 > 0:05:26# We move around all day but we can't move on
0:05:26 > 0:05:28# Is anybody else awake?
0:05:28 > 0:05:31# Will it ever be day again?
0:05:31 > 0:05:34# Is anybody else awake?
0:05:34 > 0:05:36# Will it ever be day again?
0:05:36 > 0:05:39# Overflowing plant pots, fetched post, decorated door numbers
0:05:39 > 0:05:42# Motorbike beneath a tarp, beaten-up Punto
0:05:42 > 0:05:44# Goalposts painted on them green garage doors
0:05:44 > 0:05:46# There's a rainbow on that wheelie bin
0:05:46 > 0:05:47# There's stickers in that window
0:05:47 > 0:05:50# Smart flats, rough flats, can't get enough cat flaps
0:05:50 > 0:05:52# You know, 17 cat flaps
0:05:52 > 0:05:55# Rich flats, broke flats, new flats, old flats
0:05:55 > 0:05:56# Luxury bespoke flats
0:05:56 > 0:05:58# And "this has got to be a joke" flats
0:05:58 > 0:06:01# Pensioners, toddlers, immigrants and Englishmen
0:06:01 > 0:06:03# Family with six kids, single businesswoman
0:06:03 > 0:06:06# Everybody's here trying to make or scrape a living
0:06:06 > 0:06:09# The fox freezes on the alley wall and stands still, sniffing
0:06:09 > 0:06:11# Bare branches sway in the front gardens
0:06:11 > 0:06:14# The lion's mouth doorknocker flaps in the breeze
0:06:14 > 0:06:17# Streetlights glint on the "beware of the dog" sign
0:06:17 > 0:06:21# Beer cans and crisp packets dance with the dead leaves
0:06:21 > 0:06:23# It's 4:18am
0:06:23 > 0:06:25# At this very moment on this very street
0:06:25 > 0:06:28# Seven different people in seven different flats
0:06:28 > 0:06:30# Are wide awake, they can't sleep
0:06:30 > 0:06:33# Now, of all these people in all these houses
0:06:33 > 0:06:35# Only these seven are awake
0:06:35 > 0:06:38# They shiver in the middle of the night
0:06:38 > 0:06:41# Counting their sheepish mistakes
0:06:41 > 0:06:44# Is anybody else awake?
0:06:44 > 0:06:46# Will it ever be day again?
0:06:46 > 0:06:49# Is anybody else awake?
0:06:49 > 0:06:51# Will it ever be day again? #
0:06:58 > 0:07:02Now, we start on the corner with our back to the wall
0:07:02 > 0:07:06Next to the old phone box, where the tramp leaves his bedding
0:07:06 > 0:07:07The road runs ahead of you
0:07:07 > 0:07:09There's houses and flats either side
0:07:09 > 0:07:10Walk down it
0:07:10 > 0:07:14Go past the yard with the caravans, there behind the hedges
0:07:15 > 0:07:19Now look here, in the house opposite
0:07:19 > 0:07:23Black gate post with a concrete frog squatting on top of it
0:07:23 > 0:07:26Through the hallway, ancient wallpaper, nicotine gold
0:07:26 > 0:07:29Up the stairs, rickety, loaded with history
0:07:29 > 0:07:33Here, in the top flat, flowers in the windowsill
0:07:33 > 0:07:35Little breeze fluttering the petals
0:07:35 > 0:07:38As they stare out at the city streets
0:07:38 > 0:07:41Gemma is awake.
0:07:41 > 0:07:44What woke her? Open eyes
0:07:44 > 0:07:47Streetlights float slowly through broken blinds
0:07:47 > 0:07:50She watches the shadows play across her tattered carpet
0:07:50 > 0:07:54And she holds herself tight in the room's half-darkness
0:07:54 > 0:07:56It's cold
0:07:56 > 0:08:00She wedges her hands underneath her armpits
0:08:00 > 0:08:07It's 4:18 and Gemma's thinking.
0:08:09 > 0:08:11# Before I was a adult I was a little wreck
0:08:11 > 0:08:14# Peddling whatever I could get my grubby mitts on
0:08:14 > 0:08:17# Ketamine for breakfast, bad girls for drinking with
0:08:17 > 0:08:20# I gave them puppy dog eyes for the acid on their fingertips
0:08:20 > 0:08:23# Heads in the face bin, lips without faces getting facety
0:08:23 > 0:08:26# Half-baked in a bakery eating pastries
0:08:26 > 0:08:28# Desperate for a body who can save me
0:08:28 > 0:08:30# But I never really wanted what they gave me
0:08:30 > 0:08:33# Always wanted something else, sweating in the dole queue
0:08:33 > 0:08:36# Spitting like a villain in a pantomime, old shoes, bad teeth
0:08:36 > 0:08:39# Drinking in the rain with my ghost
0:08:39 > 0:08:41# Sitting in the back of the class, comatose
0:08:41 > 0:08:43# Villains on my back in the dark hold me close
0:08:43 > 0:08:44# But you're never held
0:08:44 > 0:08:46# I did some things I swore I'd never tell
0:08:46 > 0:08:48# That night you tried to kill me
0:08:48 > 0:08:50# Run me down with your car in the snow
0:08:50 > 0:08:51# I didn't realise how far you would go
0:08:51 > 0:08:53# Every day I've lived
0:08:53 > 0:08:56# Lives in the day I wake up and my dreams are all screaming
0:08:56 > 0:08:57# I'm fucked but I'm fine now
0:08:57 > 0:08:59# Something remains, you're still pulling me
0:08:59 > 0:09:03# Yes, my future is bright but my past's trying to ruin me
0:09:03 > 0:09:05# Tried to change it but I know
0:09:05 > 0:09:08# If you're good to me I will let you go
0:09:08 > 0:09:10# Tried to fight it but I'm sure
0:09:10 > 0:09:13# If you're bad to me I will like you more
0:09:13 > 0:09:16# Saw some things when I was young that made me who I would become
0:09:16 > 0:09:18# I feel them with me every day because if you try and run away
0:09:18 > 0:09:21# Run beside you pace for pace Trip you up and drag your face
0:09:21 > 0:09:24# Through the mud of every wasted chance and every bitter taste
0:09:24 > 0:09:26# My heart is sprayed up with the names of all my friends
0:09:26 > 0:09:28# Who lost their way Doesn't change, it all remains
0:09:28 > 0:09:30# It takes your strength and gives you shame
0:09:30 > 0:09:32# All I want is someone great to make me everything I ain't
0:09:32 > 0:09:34# But the only ones for me are the ones that shouldn't be
0:09:34 > 0:09:37# Even though I'm doing good, I'm working hard, my work is strong
0:09:37 > 0:09:40# Might be fine just for a while to go out when my heart is raw
0:09:40 > 0:09:42# Reach myself through emptiness and push my body close
0:09:42 > 0:09:45# To anybody who can recognise the presence of my ghost
0:09:45 > 0:09:47# Try to change it but I know
0:09:47 > 0:09:51# If you're good to me I will let you go
0:09:51 > 0:09:53# Try to fight it but I'm sure
0:09:53 > 0:09:56# If you're bad to me I will like you more
0:09:56 > 0:09:58# Try to change it but I know
0:09:58 > 0:10:01# If you're good to me I will let you go
0:10:01 > 0:10:04# Try to fight it but I'm sure
0:10:04 > 0:10:07# If you're bad to me I will like you more. #
0:10:20 > 0:10:24Now, in the basement flat
0:10:24 > 0:10:27By the garages where the people dump their mattresses
0:10:27 > 0:10:30Esther is in her kitchen making sandwiches
0:10:30 > 0:10:33The slats on her blinds are all wonky and skewed
0:10:33 > 0:10:35You can see the top of her head from the street
0:10:35 > 0:10:39Before she moves out of view to kick her boots off, tired feet
0:10:39 > 0:10:42She wipes her forehead with her wrist
0:10:42 > 0:10:44She's just back from a double shift
0:10:44 > 0:10:46Esther's is a carer doing nights
0:10:46 > 0:10:51Behind her, on the kitchen wall, is a black and white image
0:10:51 > 0:10:54Of swallows in flight
0:10:54 > 0:10:57Her eyes are sore, her muscles ache
0:10:57 > 0:10:59She cracks a beer and swigs it
0:10:59 > 0:11:04She holds it to her thirsty lips and necks it till it's finished
0:11:04 > 0:11:08It's 4:18am again
0:11:08 > 0:11:12Her brain is full from all she's done that day
0:11:12 > 0:11:19She knows that she won't sleep a wink before the sun is on its way
0:11:19 > 0:11:23Esther's worried about the world tonight
0:11:23 > 0:11:26She's worried all the time
0:11:26 > 0:11:32In fact, she don't know how she's supposed to put it from her mind.
0:11:32 > 0:11:35HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS
0:11:40 > 0:11:42# Europe is lost
0:11:42 > 0:11:44# America, lost
0:11:44 > 0:11:45# London, lost
0:11:45 > 0:11:46# Still we are clamouring victory
0:11:46 > 0:11:48# All that is meaningless rules
0:11:48 > 0:11:50# We have learnt nothing from history
0:11:50 > 0:11:52# The people are dead in their lifetimes
0:11:52 > 0:11:54# Dazed in the shine of the streets
0:11:54 > 0:11:56# But look at that traffic still moving
0:11:56 > 0:11:58# The system's too slick to stop working
0:11:58 > 0:12:01# Business is good and there's bands every night in the pubs
0:12:01 > 0:12:02# There's 2-4-1 drinks in the clubs
0:12:02 > 0:12:04# Yeah, we scrubbed up well
0:12:04 > 0:12:06# Washed off the work and the stress
0:12:06 > 0:12:08# Now all we want is some excess
0:12:08 > 0:12:11# Better yet, a night to remember that we'll soon forget
0:12:11 > 0:12:14# All of the blood that was bled for these cities to grow
0:12:14 > 0:12:15# All of the bodies that fell
0:12:15 > 0:12:17# The roots that were dug from this earth
0:12:17 > 0:12:19# So these games could be played
0:12:19 > 0:12:21# I see it tonight in the stains on my hands
0:12:21 > 0:12:23# The buildings are screaming
0:12:23 > 0:12:24# I can't ask for help here
0:12:24 > 0:12:26# Nobody knows me
0:12:26 > 0:12:28# Hostile, worried, lonely, we move in our packs
0:12:28 > 0:12:30# And these are the rights we were born to
0:12:30 > 0:12:33# Working and working so we can be all that we want
0:12:33 > 0:12:35# Then dancing the drudgery off
0:12:35 > 0:12:37# But even the drugs have got boring
0:12:37 > 0:12:40# Well, sex is still good when you get it
0:12:40 > 0:12:42# To sleep, to dream to keep the dream in reach
0:12:42 > 0:12:44# To each a dream
0:12:44 > 0:12:45# Don't weep, don't scream
0:12:45 > 0:12:46# Just keep it in
0:12:46 > 0:12:48# Keep sleeping in
0:12:48 > 0:12:50# What am I going to do to wake up?
0:12:51 > 0:12:53# I feel the cost of it pushing my body
0:12:53 > 0:12:56# Like I push me hands into pockets so softly
0:12:56 > 0:12:59# I walk and I see that this is all we deserve
0:12:59 > 0:13:02# The wrongs of our past have resurfaced to spite all we did
0:13:02 > 0:13:03# To vanquish the traces
0:13:03 > 0:13:05# My very language is tainted
0:13:05 > 0:13:08# With all that we stole to replace it with this
0:13:08 > 0:13:10# I am quiet, feeling the onset of riot
0:13:10 > 0:13:13# Riots are tiny, though systems are huge
0:13:13 > 0:13:16# Traffic keeps moving, proving there's nothing to do. #
0:13:16 > 0:13:19Cos it's big business, baby, and its smile is hideous
0:13:19 > 0:13:21Top-down violence, structural viciousness
0:13:21 > 0:13:24Your kids are dosed up on prescriptions and sedatives
0:13:24 > 0:13:27Don't worry about that, mate, worry about the terrorists
0:13:27 > 0:13:30I mean, the water level's rising, the water level's rising
0:13:30 > 0:13:32The animals, the elephants, the polar bears are dying
0:13:32 > 0:13:35Stop crying, start buying
0:13:35 > 0:13:36What about the oil spill?
0:13:36 > 0:13:39Shh, no-one likes a party-pooping spoilsport
0:13:39 > 0:13:42Massacres, massacres, massacres, new shoes
0:13:42 > 0:13:45Ghettoised children murdered in broad daylight
0:13:45 > 0:13:47By those employed to protect them
0:13:47 > 0:13:49Live porn streamed to your preteen's bedroom
0:13:49 > 0:13:51Glass ceiling, no headroom
0:13:51 > 0:13:53Half a generation live beneath the bread line
0:13:53 > 0:13:56Oh, but it's happy hour on the high street
0:13:56 > 0:13:58Friday night at last, lads, my treat
0:13:58 > 0:14:01All went fine until that kid got glassed in the last bar
0:14:01 > 0:14:02The place went nuts, you can ask our Lou
0:14:02 > 0:14:03It was a madness
0:14:03 > 0:14:05The road ran red, pure claret
0:14:05 > 0:14:07Oh, and about them immigrants, I can't stand them
0:14:07 > 0:14:09I mean, mostly, I mind my own business
0:14:09 > 0:14:12They're only coming over here to get rich, it's a sickness
0:14:12 > 0:14:13England! England!
0:14:13 > 0:14:15Patriotism
0:14:15 > 0:14:18And you wonder why kids want to die for religion
0:14:18 > 0:14:20It goes work all your life for a pittance
0:14:20 > 0:14:23Maybe you'll make it to manager, pray for a raise
0:14:23 > 0:14:26Cross the beige days off on your beach babe calendar
0:14:26 > 0:14:29The anarchists are desperate for something to smash
0:14:29 > 0:14:32Scandalous pictures of fashionable rappers in glamorous magazines
0:14:32 > 0:14:34I mean, who is dating who?
0:14:34 > 0:14:36Political cash in an envelope
0:14:36 > 0:14:39Caught snuffing lines off a prostitute's prosthetic tits
0:14:39 > 0:14:42And it was back to the House of Lords with slapped wrists
0:14:42 > 0:14:43They abduct kids
0:14:43 > 0:14:46They fuck the heads of dead pigs
0:14:46 > 0:14:49But him in a hoodie with a couple of spliffs
0:14:49 > 0:14:51Jail him or deport him
0:14:51 > 0:14:53It's the bored-of-it-all generation
0:14:53 > 0:14:56The product of product placement and manipulation
0:14:56 > 0:14:58Shoot them up, brutal duty of care
0:14:58 > 0:15:01Come on, new shoes, beautiful hair
0:15:01 > 0:15:07Bullshit saccharine ballads and selfies and selfies and selfies
0:15:07 > 0:15:10Here's me outside the palace of me
0:15:10 > 0:15:13Construct a self in psychosis
0:15:13 > 0:15:16And meanwhile the people were dead in their droves
0:15:16 > 0:15:18And nobody noticed
0:15:18 > 0:15:19No, wait, somebody noticed
0:15:19 > 0:15:23I can tell by the fucking emoji he posted.
0:15:23 > 0:15:27# Sleep like a gloved hand covers our eyes. #
0:15:27 > 0:15:29ATMOSPHERIC MUSIC, CHEERING
0:15:29 > 0:15:32These nights are so nice and bright, so let's dream.
0:15:35 > 0:15:39# But some of us are stuck like stones in a slow stream
0:15:41 > 0:15:44# What am I going to do to wake up?
0:15:44 > 0:15:46# We are lost, we are lost, we are lost. #
0:15:46 > 0:15:48Are we lost? Are we lost?
0:15:48 > 0:15:49We are lost
0:15:49 > 0:15:50We are lots, we are lots
0:15:50 > 0:15:55We are lost, we are lost, we are lost, we are lost
0:15:55 > 0:15:57Are we lost?
0:15:57 > 0:15:59We are lost, we are lost, we are lost
0:15:59 > 0:16:00And still nothing will stop.
0:16:00 > 0:16:01# Nothing pauses
0:16:01 > 0:16:04# We have ambitions and friendships and courtships to think of
0:16:04 > 0:16:05# Divorces to drink off
0:16:05 > 0:16:08# The thought of money, the money, the oil
0:16:08 > 0:16:10# The planet is shaking and spoiled
0:16:10 > 0:16:13# Your life as a plaything, a drama to soil, the toil
0:16:13 > 0:16:16# The toil, I mean, I can't see an ending at all
0:16:16 > 0:16:17# Only the end
0:16:17 > 0:16:19# Tell me how this is something to cherish
0:16:19 > 0:16:21# When the tribesmen are dead in their deserts?
0:16:21 > 0:16:23# To make room for alien structures
0:16:23 > 0:16:24# Develop, develop
0:16:24 > 0:16:26# Kill what you find if it threatens you
0:16:26 > 0:16:29# No trace of love in the hunt for the bigger part
0:16:29 > 0:16:32# Here in the land where nobody gives a fuck. #
0:16:40 > 0:16:46Across the green, in the flat with the colourful curtains
0:16:46 > 0:16:47Alicia's wrapped in her blanket
0:16:47 > 0:16:51Head leant back on the wall, shaking and nervous
0:16:51 > 0:16:56Gripping her knees, she's looking for purpose
0:16:56 > 0:16:59Alicia keeps a brave face on all day long
0:16:59 > 0:17:02But right now the brave face has gone
0:17:02 > 0:17:05There was something in the changing season
0:17:05 > 0:17:07That prickled in her skin all day
0:17:07 > 0:17:13Sucked her back through time and left her feeling far away
0:17:13 > 0:17:14He was in her dream
0:17:14 > 0:17:16She hasn't dreamt of him for months
0:17:16 > 0:17:21She's so tired, when she sleeps, she doesn't really dream at all
0:17:21 > 0:17:25But there he was, holding his belly and he had blood on his shirt
0:17:26 > 0:17:29She heard him scream her name
0:17:29 > 0:17:31And then she saw him fall
0:17:32 > 0:17:34Alicia wipes her face
0:17:34 > 0:17:38She whispers to herself, "It was just a dream"
0:17:38 > 0:17:40She sniffs and nods
0:17:40 > 0:17:42She dries her eyes
0:17:42 > 0:17:44She checks the time
0:17:44 > 0:17:47It's 4:18.
0:17:47 > 0:17:49# It's a strange thing
0:17:49 > 0:17:51# You face seems to fade with the changing season
0:17:51 > 0:17:54# For some reason it comes back more present than ever
0:17:54 > 0:17:56# Not your face, really more a sense of you
0:17:56 > 0:17:57# Even though I know what's happened
0:17:57 > 0:18:00# It's no more comprehensible than if it was an abstract thing
0:18:00 > 0:18:01# Someone's else's friend
0:18:01 > 0:18:03# Are you asking me for something? Is there something I should do?
0:18:03 > 0:18:06# This is hard on your mother, she lost your little brother, too
0:18:06 > 0:18:07# Your sister is doing good
0:18:07 > 0:18:09# She's smart, smart like you
0:18:09 > 0:18:11# Finish her degree next year, try and find a job, I suppose
0:18:11 > 0:18:13# She's got her head screwed on right
0:18:13 > 0:18:15# You don't have to worry, but is there something else though?
0:18:15 > 0:18:16# If there is, I'm sorry
0:18:16 > 0:18:19# I can't really think what you might want from me
0:18:19 > 0:18:22# I heard your voice so loud it woke me up
0:18:22 > 0:18:24# I don't believe in ghosts
0:18:24 > 0:18:25# Work's fine, life's good
0:18:25 > 0:18:27# Tyler's nearly four now
0:18:27 > 0:18:29# Smart enough to walk round and hear what I don't say
0:18:29 > 0:18:32# The night it happened is vivid in my brain, it won't fade
0:18:32 > 0:18:33# Life is long still
0:18:33 > 0:18:34# Some things don't change
0:18:34 > 0:18:37# Nice to fall in love again but that ain't going to happen soon
0:18:37 > 0:18:38# I'm trying to get some money saved
0:18:38 > 0:18:39# Fix up the living room
0:18:39 > 0:18:42# I nearly got in trouble, I got angry with my manager
0:18:42 > 0:18:44# There's this young girl who works with us
0:18:44 > 0:18:45# He tried to put his hands on her
0:18:45 > 0:18:47# It's such a waste, so many idiots alive and kicking
0:18:47 > 0:18:50# Why they have to be the only sane man in town
0:18:50 > 0:18:52# Probably only saying that because you're not around
0:18:52 > 0:18:54# I'm keeping my chin up, though I don't let it get me down
0:18:54 > 0:18:57# I heard your voice so loud it woke me up
0:18:57 > 0:18:59# I don't believe in ghosts
0:18:59 > 0:19:01# You're with me all the time
0:19:01 > 0:19:02# I think I know you better
0:19:02 > 0:19:04# Than I did when we was hanging out together
0:19:04 > 0:19:05# What's it like where you've gone?
0:19:05 > 0:19:08# It can feel it, it's OK I know you can't say
0:19:08 > 0:19:09# You've been with me all day
0:19:09 > 0:19:11# I have to tell you, when it happened
0:19:11 > 0:19:12# I didn't cry for ages
0:19:12 > 0:19:14# When it hit me, I fucking screamed
0:19:14 > 0:19:15# Like a lion in a cage
0:19:15 > 0:19:17# I fasted, didn't eat a thing for a week
0:19:17 > 0:19:19# I just walked across the heath in the rain
0:19:19 > 0:19:20# Spitting bars to the grass
0:19:20 > 0:19:22# Listening to the cars skidding past
0:19:22 > 0:19:24# I thought life would get more real or something more fast
0:19:24 > 0:19:26# But it didn't
0:19:26 > 0:19:28# When I look at your son, life's hidden
0:19:28 > 0:19:30# Meanings come to the front of my vision
0:19:30 > 0:19:32# It's weird, the way I see it right now is so strong
0:19:32 > 0:19:35# I'd never have been the person I've become if you had never gone
0:19:35 > 0:19:37# Everything's connected, right?
0:19:37 > 0:19:39# Everything's connected, even if I can't read the signs
0:19:39 > 0:19:40# Everything's a message
0:19:40 > 0:19:43# We die so that others can be born
0:19:43 > 0:19:45# We age so that others can be young
0:19:45 > 0:19:50# The point of life is live, love, if you can and then pass it on
0:19:50 > 0:19:53# We die so that others can be born
0:19:53 > 0:19:56# We age so that others can be young
0:19:56 > 0:19:59# The point of life is live, love, if you can
0:19:59 > 0:20:01# And then pass it on. #
0:20:14 > 0:20:19Who's this staggering home, jabbering
0:20:19 > 0:20:22Looking like some street-smart arrogant gnome?
0:20:22 > 0:20:24LAUGHTER
0:20:24 > 0:20:27Feet sticking to the kerbs like javelins thrown
0:20:27 > 0:20:30Gesturing wildly, having full-blown conversations with himself
0:20:30 > 0:20:34Saying "Haven't you grown?" to his face in the windows
0:20:34 > 0:20:37Grimacing, grappling with half a cigarette
0:20:37 > 0:20:39Not managing
0:20:40 > 0:20:41This is Pete
0:20:41 > 0:20:43Pete grew up on this street
0:20:43 > 0:20:46He moved away but is back living at his dad's so that he can save
0:20:46 > 0:20:48Pete rigs stages at live events
0:20:48 > 0:20:50Every time he gets paid, he gets wasted
0:20:50 > 0:20:52And wakes up with less than he made and he hates it
0:20:52 > 0:20:53But that's life, right?
0:20:53 > 0:20:55Fast-paced, shit-faced and low-maintenance
0:20:55 > 0:20:58All of his mates are kind of on the same page
0:20:58 > 0:21:01You know, basic wages, takes ages to get through the month
0:21:01 > 0:21:03But then payday comes and it's drinks all round
0:21:03 > 0:21:06Outrageous behaviour living right now
0:21:06 > 0:21:07No sense of later
0:21:07 > 0:21:08Pills by the pocketful
0:21:08 > 0:21:10Nights last days
0:21:10 > 0:21:12Even if you never splashed out
0:21:12 > 0:21:15Still couldn't make the rent on his own place
0:21:15 > 0:21:17Face it
0:21:17 > 0:21:23But now it's 4:18 and Pete's 14 doors from home
0:21:24 > 0:21:27And his thoughts are like a pack of starving dogs
0:21:27 > 0:21:31Fighting over the last bone.
0:21:32 > 0:21:36ELECTRONIC MUSIC PLAYS
0:21:40 > 0:21:42# No, no, no, no, yeah
0:21:42 > 0:21:43# Anyway, what was I saying?
0:21:43 > 0:21:44# Fuck it, mate
0:21:44 > 0:21:45# Hold on, I'm coming up, wait.
0:21:45 > 0:21:47# Good night, weren't it? It must have been
0:21:47 > 0:21:49# Burned too much on the good stuff, lucky me
0:21:49 > 0:21:51# I looked up and saw my future, revel in the lights
0:21:51 > 0:21:54# Funny, innit? I'll have that sinking feeling any minute
0:21:54 > 0:21:56# But you can't win a race unless you're running in it, right?
0:21:56 > 0:21:58# Can't get a taste unless you've taken a bite
0:21:58 > 0:22:00# I'm climbing up the walls Things are getting difficult
0:22:00 > 0:22:02# It's all take, take, take I start early, work late
0:22:02 > 0:22:04# I'm putting in the hours for these drug tokens
0:22:04 > 0:22:06# Love's a joke when you're blood's pulsing
0:22:06 > 0:22:08# Love is real when you start choking
0:22:08 > 0:22:09# Doubled up and in the vast ocean
0:22:09 > 0:22:10# Um, state of you, mate
0:22:10 > 0:22:12# Basically, the way I was made
0:22:12 > 0:22:14# You see, um, I've been getting on it since back in the days
0:22:14 > 0:22:16# It's a good place for a bad time if you ask me
0:22:16 > 0:22:18# Trust me, nothing gets past me
0:22:18 > 0:22:21# Bad place for a good time if you know what I mean
0:22:21 > 0:22:22# I never met no-one like you
0:22:22 > 0:22:23# This feels like a dream
0:22:23 > 0:22:25# Whoops, back here again
0:22:25 > 0:22:27# How many times have I sworn it's the end?
0:22:27 > 0:22:29# Whoops, I know this feeling
0:22:29 > 0:22:32# Shovelling the rubbish till I'm staring at the ceiling
0:22:32 > 0:22:33# Whoops, dancing to a shit tune
0:22:33 > 0:22:36# Hands in the air when it hits you
0:22:36 > 0:22:39# Whoops, I'm lying in my bed and my brain is eating my head
0:22:39 > 0:22:41# I got these demons that I can't shake
0:22:41 > 0:22:44# My past is a vast place, can't get away
0:22:44 > 0:22:46# Life got grim back then, like it does
0:22:46 > 0:22:48# Do you know how it feels to lose people you love?
0:22:48 > 0:22:50# I like talking to you like this You want to come back?
0:22:50 > 0:22:52# Couple drinks, something like that?
0:22:52 > 0:22:54# I got a gram on my night stand I got an eighth of squidgy black
0:22:54 > 0:22:56# I've got this feeling we're gonna be friends
0:22:56 > 0:22:57# I've got this song, I want to play it to you
0:22:57 > 0:22:59# I've got this dream, I'm gonna make it happen
0:22:59 > 0:23:01# I've got this thing, I've got to say to you
0:23:01 > 0:23:03# I've been writing poems, it's a thing that I do
0:23:03 > 0:23:05# Would you mind if I shared one with you?
0:23:05 > 0:23:06# Oh, of course not, sorry
0:23:06 > 0:23:08# This time of night, I always end up spouting the same old shite
0:23:08 > 0:23:11# It reminds me of this time I was trying to find my mind
0:23:11 > 0:23:12# In the back of this rave
0:23:12 > 0:23:14# This kid was spilling blood all over the place
0:23:14 > 0:23:16# And I was looking out for someone to save or be saved by
0:23:16 > 0:23:18# I found this paper plate, started writing
0:23:18 > 0:23:19# It felt fucking great
0:23:19 > 0:23:21# I knew then, me and the pen we were one and the same
0:23:21 > 0:23:23# I can't take the strain of the days
0:23:23 > 0:23:24# I'm pretty sure I'm halfway to insane
0:23:24 > 0:23:27# You've got such a nice face and your eyes are like rain
0:23:27 > 0:23:30# I'd try and kiss you if I could just remember your name
0:23:30 > 0:23:31# Whoops, back here exposed
0:23:31 > 0:23:33# I watch the state of my nose
0:23:33 > 0:23:35# Whoops, my jaw's gone west
0:23:35 > 0:23:38# And I've started getting pains in my chest
0:23:38 > 0:23:39# Whoops, there goes my promise
0:23:39 > 0:23:42# All it took was two drinks till I got on it
0:23:42 > 0:23:44# Whoops, I swear this person isn't me
0:23:44 > 0:23:46# But we had fun though, didn't we?
0:23:46 > 0:23:48# Whoops, back here exposed
0:23:48 > 0:23:50# Don't watch the state of my nose
0:23:50 > 0:23:52# Whoops, my jaw's gone west
0:23:52 > 0:23:55# And I've started getting pains in my chest
0:23:55 > 0:23:56# Whoops, there goes my promise
0:23:56 > 0:23:58# All it took was two drinks and I got on it
0:23:58 > 0:24:00# Whoops, I swear this person isn't me
0:24:00 > 0:24:03# We did have fun though, didn't we? #
0:24:03 > 0:24:05Yeah?
0:24:21 > 0:24:26Now, above Pete's head, as he fumbles with his key
0:24:26 > 0:24:29The clouds get dark, start brawling
0:24:29 > 0:24:33War games, ancient faces pushing each other around
0:24:33 > 0:24:35The sky is changing
0:24:35 > 0:24:37A foaming storm is coming
0:24:37 > 0:24:41A growling mist, a howling downpour
0:24:41 > 0:24:42But Pete don't see it
0:24:42 > 0:24:45Pete's too busy trying to make his key fit
0:24:45 > 0:24:48He can't quite get it right
0:24:48 > 0:24:52Meanwhile, in their rooms, Alicia and Esther and Gemma
0:24:52 > 0:24:55Are too concerned with their own thoughts to think about the weather
0:24:55 > 0:24:59But we see the sky like furious ink
0:24:59 > 0:25:01Thick liquid sinks and whips the wind
0:25:01 > 0:25:05The pitch shifted, rumbles, screams from the swollen grin
0:25:05 > 0:25:10There's a big storm rolling in
0:25:11 > 0:25:13# We came from the four corners
0:25:13 > 0:25:14# We are the raw waters of course
0:25:14 > 0:25:17# The four Horsemen will drink from the water that pours
0:25:17 > 0:25:19# We carry the river, the reservoir, the residue
0:25:19 > 0:25:22# Rising waves, sea sprayed, the inevitable churn across
0:25:22 > 0:25:25# Many voices in our vapours, we surge and gush
0:25:25 > 0:25:26# We were steam in a distant heat
0:25:26 > 0:25:29# We moved rapid over landscape, gathering speed
0:25:29 > 0:25:31# Desert, land, city, forest and beach
0:25:31 > 0:25:34# Heading for the people asleep, ready to bleed
0:25:34 > 0:25:36# Unleash the torrents, come clean
0:25:36 > 0:25:38# Carry many lessons, let the water teach
0:25:38 > 0:25:41# But you'd better learn to swim or you'll get caught beneath
0:25:41 > 0:25:44# Hard rain falling on all the half-hearted, half-formed
0:25:44 > 0:25:47# Fast-walking, half-fury, half-bored and hard-talking
0:25:47 > 0:25:48# Half-dead from exhaustion
0:25:48 > 0:25:51# Hard-pushed but the puddles keep forming, don't fall in
0:25:51 > 0:25:53# Some saw us in their tea leaves
0:25:53 > 0:25:54# Some felt us in the knees
0:25:54 > 0:25:56# Most left it to the weathermen
0:25:56 > 0:25:58# To tell them there was nothing to see
0:25:58 > 0:26:00# Now, you can play dumb and ignore for so long
0:26:00 > 0:26:03# But we've been in the mountains, getting strong, we've seen you
0:26:03 > 0:26:04# Filling up the sky with your fumes
0:26:04 > 0:26:07# Sitting in your rooms like you are all that ever lived
0:26:07 > 0:26:09# Heads down to the lives of the others in your towns
0:26:09 > 0:26:12# Running from the rain like you've never been kissed
0:26:12 > 0:26:13# Leave your possessions and funds
0:26:13 > 0:26:15# Tell your friends that you've gone to make peace
0:26:15 > 0:26:17# With the things you've never done
0:26:17 > 0:26:19# Come, dance with the devil, you spill like the flood
0:26:19 > 0:26:22# The weather vane swings, things will never change, single
0:26:22 > 0:26:23# The money men who close their eyes
0:26:23 > 0:26:27# And pretend that this rumble must be low planes, so strange
0:26:27 > 0:26:28# Heart rate falling
0:26:28 > 0:26:31# All the half-hearted, half-formed, fast-walking, half-fury
0:26:31 > 0:26:32# Half-bored and hard-talking
0:26:32 > 0:26:34# Half-dead from exhaustion
0:26:34 > 0:26:37# Hard-pushed, but the puddles keep forming, don't fall in
0:26:37 > 0:26:39# And they will run to the highest hill
0:26:39 > 0:26:41# Consult the old books
0:26:41 > 0:26:43# Ask the dead mystics for wisdom they don't trust
0:26:43 > 0:26:45# The people will flock to the garages
0:26:45 > 0:26:48# Stockpile canisters of gasoline, tinned fish and bandages
0:26:48 > 0:26:50# Count the seconds between the thunder and lightning
0:26:50 > 0:26:53# Scared of every other body running round frightened
0:26:53 > 0:26:55# "Can't carry on like this" they will mutter
0:26:55 > 0:26:58# Staring with disgust at the people weeping in the gutter
0:26:58 > 0:27:00# Make no trouble, I play by the rules
0:27:00 > 0:27:02# I work double shifts to get my kids through school
0:27:02 > 0:27:05# But you were so focused on your own little part
0:27:05 > 0:27:08# You went ploughing on blind in the dark, no heart
0:27:08 > 0:27:10# We're not the dread storm that will end things
0:27:10 > 0:27:13# But your playful gale-force friend in these end times
0:27:13 > 0:27:15# Come to remind you you're not in island
0:27:15 > 0:27:17# Life is much more than just borders
0:27:17 > 0:27:20# But who can afford to think over the walls of this fortress?
0:27:20 > 0:27:23# Of course it's important to provide roof and floorboards
0:27:23 > 0:27:25# For you and yours and be secure in your fortunes
0:27:25 > 0:27:28# You are more than the three or four you go to war for
0:27:28 > 0:27:30# You are part of a people that need your support
0:27:30 > 0:27:33# Whose work is it if it belongs to the corporates?
0:27:33 > 0:27:35# The people are left on the doorstep, doors shut
0:27:35 > 0:27:37# Nauseous and tortured by all that they lost
0:27:37 > 0:27:38# It's a hard rain falling
0:27:38 > 0:27:42# All the half-hearted, half-formed, fast-walking, half-fury
0:27:42 > 0:27:43# Half-bored and hard-talking
0:27:43 > 0:27:45# Half-dead from exhaustion
0:27:45 > 0:27:47# Hard-pushed, but the puddles keep forming, don't fall in
0:27:47 > 0:27:48# Hard rain falling
0:27:48 > 0:27:51# All the half-hearted, half-formed, fast-walking, half-fury
0:27:51 > 0:27:53# Half-bored and hard-talking
0:27:53 > 0:27:54# Half-dead from exhaustion
0:27:54 > 0:27:58# Hard-pushed, but the puddles keep forming, don't fall in. #
0:28:17 > 0:28:22Now, on the second floor of the new build block
0:28:22 > 0:28:23With the yellow door
0:28:23 > 0:28:27Next to the boarded-up independent record store
0:28:27 > 0:28:29Bradley is awake
0:28:29 > 0:28:32Bradley watches notches on his clock face
0:28:32 > 0:28:34Just lying there, thinking
0:28:34 > 0:28:36Limbs like fallen buildings
0:28:36 > 0:28:40Feeling like every day he's ever lived is out to kill him
0:28:41 > 0:28:43Bradley's got a good job
0:28:43 > 0:28:45He works in PR
0:28:45 > 0:28:48He moved south a few months back
0:28:48 > 0:28:50Top-whack flat, all mod-cons
0:28:50 > 0:28:52Wall-sized windows
0:28:52 > 0:28:56He's a Manchester boy done good in the big smoke
0:28:56 > 0:28:58Young professional, single
0:28:58 > 0:29:00Tinder and flings
0:29:00 > 0:29:03Life seems simpler than it's ever been
0:29:03 > 0:29:05He's doing well
0:29:05 > 0:29:09He's living the dream and he's paying his mortgage off
0:29:09 > 0:29:12Bradley doesn't know why he's not sleeping at nights
0:29:12 > 0:29:14He could get up, try and walk it off
0:29:14 > 0:29:18But he's got to get to work in a matter of hours
0:29:18 > 0:29:20Is he awake or asleep? He can't tell
0:29:20 > 0:29:21He can't dream, he can't feel
0:29:21 > 0:29:23He can't scream
0:29:23 > 0:29:24He just stares at the screen
0:29:24 > 0:29:28It says 4:18
0:29:28 > 0:29:31And life is just a thing he does
0:29:31 > 0:29:33He rolls over
0:29:33 > 0:29:34Cold pillow
0:29:34 > 0:29:36Warm body
0:29:36 > 0:29:38At the end of his tether at usual
0:29:38 > 0:29:40He breathes softly
0:29:40 > 0:29:46He burrows down deep and he closes his eyes
0:29:46 > 0:29:52He thinks, "Man, is this really what it means to be alive?"
0:29:55 > 0:29:59STEADY BEAT PLAYS
0:30:07 > 0:30:11The days go past like pictures on a screen
0:30:11 > 0:30:13Sometimes I feel like my life is someone's else's dream
0:30:13 > 0:30:16Most days, I'm dazed, walking round and working, talking, perking up
0:30:16 > 0:30:20But always feel I can't be certain that I've woken up at all
0:30:20 > 0:30:22Is this life, will this pass?
0:30:22 > 0:30:25This feeling that I'm looking at the world from behind glass
0:30:25 > 0:30:28Even when I'm laughing hard or falling on my arse
0:30:28 > 0:30:30Or half-plastered before it's even dark
0:30:30 > 0:30:32Or when some hard bastard barges past
0:30:32 > 0:30:34When I'm passing my targets at work
0:30:34 > 0:30:37I can't shake the feeling that life hasn't started
0:30:37 > 0:30:41It's worse in the evenings at parties, I'm standing apart
0:30:41 > 0:30:43My heart's hard, I can't hardly be heard
0:30:43 > 0:30:46Still I'm harping on, barking out words
0:30:46 > 0:30:49Is this real? Is this what I'm doing?
0:30:49 > 0:30:51I know I exist but I don't feel a thing
0:30:51 > 0:30:53I'm eclipsed, I'm elsewhere
0:30:53 > 0:30:56And the worst part is I don't think that I care.
0:30:56 > 0:31:00# What am I going to do to wake up?
0:31:00 > 0:31:03# I know it's happening but who's it happening to?
0:31:03 > 0:31:05# Has this happened to you?
0:31:05 > 0:31:09# I know it's happening but who is it happening to?
0:31:09 > 0:31:11# Has this happened to you?
0:31:11 > 0:31:15# I know it's happening but who's it happening to?
0:31:15 > 0:31:18# Has this happened to you?
0:31:18 > 0:31:21# I know it's happening but who is it happening to?
0:31:21 > 0:31:23# Has this happened to you? #
0:31:23 > 0:31:24I try new things
0:31:24 > 0:31:28I shoot films on my phone and I play them back when I'm alone
0:31:28 > 0:31:30Did that happen?
0:31:30 > 0:31:33I walk around trying to understand every sound
0:31:33 > 0:31:35Trying to make my feet connect with every inch of ground
0:31:35 > 0:31:38The sky flattens, it battens me down
0:31:38 > 0:31:42Everything is in its category, package and sell, flattering girls
0:31:42 > 0:31:44But all reality is Battle Royale
0:31:44 > 0:31:47Everyone's chattering, Nothing is real
0:31:47 > 0:31:50Collect my salary, cooking a meal, rice and vegetables
0:31:50 > 0:31:53I exercise regularly but how do I feel?
0:31:53 > 0:31:54Whistle a melody
0:31:54 > 0:31:56Is this all that's ahead of me?
0:31:56 > 0:32:00I always thought that life would mean more to me eventually
0:32:00 > 0:32:04I hate to think I'll make it to 70, potentially 75
0:32:04 > 0:32:06Realise I've never been alive
0:32:06 > 0:32:08Spend the rest of my days regretting
0:32:08 > 0:32:10Wishing I could be forgetting.
0:32:10 > 0:32:12# Yes, it's happening but who's it happening to?
0:32:13 > 0:32:15# Has this happened to you?
0:32:15 > 0:32:18# I know it's happening but who is it happening to?
0:32:19 > 0:32:21# Has this happened to you?
0:32:21 > 0:32:24# I know it's happening but who's it happening to?
0:32:25 > 0:32:27# Has this happened to you?
0:32:27 > 0:32:30# I know it's happening but who is it happening to?
0:32:32 > 0:32:33# Has this happened? #
0:33:31 > 0:33:33MUSIC INTENSIFIES
0:33:41 > 0:33:45So, just two doors down from Bradley in the old broken-down house
0:33:45 > 0:33:49With the ramshackle porch and the novelty doorbell
0:33:49 > 0:33:51Zoe plays her music low
0:33:51 > 0:33:53She's got a bottle on the go
0:33:53 > 0:33:56Everything's in boxes, it's been a long night packing
0:33:56 > 0:33:59She's got her clothes in black bin bags
0:33:59 > 0:34:02And the Blu-Tack greases the paintwork
0:34:02 > 0:34:05She's like, "What the fuck is this stuff?"
0:34:05 > 0:34:09She got the road sign stolen from Quick Shag Street
0:34:09 > 0:34:11Shirts and skirts, posters, CDs
0:34:11 > 0:34:14Couple of comedy coasters, broken TV
0:34:14 > 0:34:17There's the birthday card that her sister made
0:34:17 > 0:34:20In the distant past when she turned 13
0:34:20 > 0:34:23There's her hair stuff, her books
0:34:23 > 0:34:25The love letters she can't bin
0:34:25 > 0:34:30Outside, the night, inside is the last hurrah
0:34:30 > 0:34:34She's got a limited edition Air Max 110s
0:34:34 > 0:34:36Next to her Che Guevara bust
0:34:36 > 0:34:40Complete with his ornamental glass cigar.
0:34:40 > 0:34:44Now, for years, the landlord never fixed the shower
0:34:44 > 0:34:47And the mould kept growing up the kitchen walls
0:34:47 > 0:34:51He'll do it up nice now, sure, repaint it
0:34:51 > 0:34:52He's tripled the rent
0:34:52 > 0:34:55He's going to get it an' all
0:34:55 > 0:34:58Zoe's only got a few hours left
0:34:58 > 0:35:01To get her room all packed and clean
0:35:01 > 0:35:04She goes to the window
0:35:04 > 0:35:06She lights up a smoke
0:35:06 > 0:35:08She looks down on her street
0:35:09 > 0:35:11It's 4:18.
0:35:19 > 0:35:24# The squat we used to party in
0:35:24 > 0:35:27# Our flats we can't afford
0:35:29 > 0:35:35# The dumps we did our dancing in
0:35:35 > 0:35:38# Have all been restored
0:35:40 > 0:35:43# Pints are up two quid
0:35:43 > 0:35:50# The staff are beautiful and bored
0:35:50 > 0:35:54# You think it's coming up round here
0:35:54 > 0:35:59# It's falling on its sword
0:36:11 > 0:36:15# It don't feel like home no more
0:36:16 > 0:36:19# I don't speak the lingo
0:36:21 > 0:36:26# Since when was this a winery?
0:36:26 > 0:36:30# This used to be the bingo
0:36:30 > 0:36:36# Man, I've walked these streets for all my life
0:36:36 > 0:36:40# They know me like no other
0:36:44 > 0:36:46# But the streets have changed
0:36:46 > 0:36:51# I no longer feel them shudder
0:36:51 > 0:36:53# All right, all right, I get the gist
0:36:53 > 0:36:55# Whose city is this? It doesn't want to stumble
0:36:55 > 0:36:58# I've had a glimpse into the future, it stinks
0:36:58 > 0:37:00# London's a waterfall, all falling to bits
0:37:00 > 0:37:03# If you fall short, you fall and you know where the door is
0:37:03 > 0:37:05# Board up the broken, do it up, sell it back
0:37:05 > 0:37:07# Make it bespoke It's all out in the open
0:37:07 > 0:37:10# It's fine, man, hike the price right up
0:37:10 > 0:37:13# You smile with your friends in the posh new nightclubs
0:37:13 > 0:37:14# My streets have been dug up
0:37:14 > 0:37:16# Repaved, new routes for commuters
0:37:16 > 0:37:18# The landscape has changed I'm looking for the old grass
0:37:18 > 0:37:20# The tags that once meant safe territory
0:37:20 > 0:37:23# But every hieroglyph gets whitewashed eventually
0:37:33 > 0:37:36# And so I'm moving on
0:37:38 > 0:37:42# I mean, I've got it all to play for
0:37:43 > 0:37:47# I'll be the invader
0:37:47 > 0:37:53# In some other neighbourhood
0:37:53 > 0:37:58# I'll be sipping perfect coffee
0:37:58 > 0:38:02# Thinking, "This is pretty good."
0:38:03 > 0:38:08# While the locals grit their teeth
0:38:08 > 0:38:14# And hum, "Another fucking one has come."
0:38:14 > 0:38:17# All I see is luxury tenements, "woe, begone" residents
0:38:17 > 0:38:20# Raising heads, puffing on pleasure
0:38:20 > 0:38:22# Everyone's reckoning, something is beckoning
0:38:22 > 0:38:25# There's never a minute here, there's only for ever
0:38:25 > 0:38:27# Towering tower blocks, scaffolding rattling
0:38:27 > 0:38:30# The Tube is a battering ram full of passengers
0:38:30 > 0:38:32# Smashing its way into town
0:38:32 > 0:38:36# We are scavengers smashing around in the sludge for our sustenance
0:38:36 > 0:38:39# Paradise, party life, pushing our shoulders into the mould
0:38:39 > 0:38:41# Yes, we do what we're told
0:38:41 > 0:38:43# We are Sisyphus pushing his boulder
0:38:43 > 0:38:46# Yes, the kids are all right but the kids will get older
0:38:51 > 0:38:54# The kids are all right but the kids will get older... #
0:39:01 > 0:39:03Now, up the stairwell
0:39:03 > 0:39:07Chip-fat grey and London green with damp
0:39:07 > 0:39:10Out on the fifth floor where the wind hits your jaw
0:39:10 > 0:39:12And locks you in its clamp
0:39:12 > 0:39:16There is a red door bordered by mottled glass
0:39:16 > 0:39:19And inside, a lighted lamp
0:39:21 > 0:39:24Pius lives here. Pius is tired.
0:39:24 > 0:39:28She can't sleep, she twitches, wired
0:39:28 > 0:39:33Pius lies beside a sleeping body, a girl she barely knows
0:39:33 > 0:39:37She met her in the pub and it went the way it goes
0:39:37 > 0:39:39The girl's name is Rose
0:39:39 > 0:39:42But Pius is lovesick for her Thorn
0:39:42 > 0:39:44Her Thorn left her in the summer
0:39:44 > 0:39:47And since then Pius thinks she can't get warm
0:39:47 > 0:39:50She thinks she's carried her stuck in her side
0:39:50 > 0:39:53Since the day that she was born
0:39:53 > 0:39:56# As she dreamed of her and knew her shape
0:39:56 > 0:39:59# Long before she saw her form... #
0:40:02 > 0:40:04Now, it's 4:18.
0:40:04 > 0:40:09Pius has been staring at the walls for hours
0:40:09 > 0:40:12She tells herself it's all her fault
0:40:12 > 0:40:18She doesn't love, she just devours.
0:40:18 > 0:40:19# Can't sleep, so much to do
0:40:19 > 0:40:22# Trying to get closer to you when you're so far away
0:40:22 > 0:40:23# Trying to get hold of what's true
0:40:23 > 0:40:25# And what's true isn't true when it's day
0:40:25 > 0:40:28# Now, tell me, how can I sleep? Got so much to do
0:40:28 > 0:40:30# Trying to get closer to you and you're so far away
0:40:30 > 0:40:34# All that I say and I do are things that you do and you say
0:40:34 > 0:40:36# How come I'm becoming the one that I'm running from?
0:40:36 > 0:40:38# Hunted by the slur in my words in the pub
0:40:38 > 0:40:41# Feeling nervous and overexcited, arms round the waist of a girl
0:40:41 > 0:40:42# It might make it all right for a night
0:40:42 > 0:40:44# Man, she takes me to pieces
0:40:44 > 0:40:46# I lie beside her awake while she sleeps
0:40:46 > 0:40:49# And I feel much closer to you than I felt when you were still here
0:40:49 > 0:40:51# Spilling beer till you reappear
0:40:51 > 0:40:53# I'm thinking of you
0:40:55 > 0:40:57# And the things you do to me
0:40:59 > 0:41:01# I'm thinking of you
0:41:03 > 0:41:05# And the things you do to me
0:41:08 > 0:41:11# Pain in my liver OK, shame, so much shame
0:41:11 > 0:41:13# Can't bear my frame Can't bear your name
0:41:13 > 0:41:15# OK, can't bear this game So let's play new rules
0:41:15 > 0:41:18# Old rituals, guilt trip Heartstrings snap
0:41:18 > 0:41:20# I want to, I can't go back It's too much
0:41:20 > 0:41:25# Or is it not enough? I can't get your claws out my guts
0:41:25 > 0:41:27# I'm thinking of you
0:41:29 > 0:41:32# And the things you do to me
0:41:33 > 0:41:35# I'm thinking of you
0:41:37 > 0:41:40# And the things you do to me
0:41:43 > 0:41:45# This is my mind, get out of it You didn't want it
0:41:45 > 0:41:47# How come you're still hanging around in it?
0:41:47 > 0:41:49# This is my body, let go of it You don't want it
0:41:49 > 0:41:51# How come you're still fucking controlling it?
0:41:51 > 0:41:54# This is my night, get lost in it This is my bridge, stop crossing it
0:41:54 > 0:41:56# This is my face, stop smiling
0:41:56 > 0:41:57# This is my space, you've been gone so long
0:41:57 > 0:41:59# How come I still find you hiding?
0:41:59 > 0:42:01# Fighting me I'm fighting my darkest parts
0:42:01 > 0:42:03# I'm frightened, nightmares tighten
0:42:03 > 0:42:05# My hands round my own throat
0:42:05 > 0:42:07# Cos you're the snake charmer and I'm the old rope
0:42:07 > 0:42:09# No hope, just go now Please, just leave
0:42:09 > 0:42:11# Still in the air that I breathe I'm stranded
0:42:11 > 0:42:13# Arms outstretched for a body Any body, here's a body
0:42:13 > 0:42:16# But I wake up and I can't stand them
0:42:16 > 0:42:19# I feel so grubby, don't want, can't stop, just love me
0:42:19 > 0:42:21# Breath like a cigarette stuffed in the gutter
0:42:21 > 0:42:23# Please, come close, don't wait Just don't touch me, it's ugly
0:42:23 > 0:42:25# Wishing for a phone call Beep-beep
0:42:25 > 0:42:27# Looking through names for the one who feels the most dangerous
0:42:27 > 0:42:29# I can't believe you're in love again
0:42:29 > 0:42:32# I can't open my heart to anybody but strangers
0:42:32 > 0:42:34# I'm thinking of you
0:42:36 > 0:42:39# And the things you do to me
0:42:40 > 0:42:42# I'm thinking of you
0:42:44 > 0:42:47# And the things you do to me
0:42:48 > 0:42:50# I'm thinking of you
0:42:52 > 0:42:55# And the things you do to me
0:42:56 > 0:42:58# I'm thinking of
0:43:01 > 0:43:03# The things you do to me. #
0:43:17 > 0:43:20So here is our moment
0:43:20 > 0:43:22Frozen
0:43:22 > 0:43:26We have seen our seven unmoving in their lonely homes
0:43:26 > 0:43:31It's been 4:18 and dawn still hours off yet
0:43:31 > 0:43:35My God, and they are cold and listless
0:43:35 > 0:43:40Not quite sure that they exist here, in this moment
0:43:40 > 0:43:42Slow and viscous
0:43:42 > 0:43:45Lips haunted by the ghost of kisses
0:43:45 > 0:43:49There is the endless saturation of the days
0:43:49 > 0:43:51And here they are
0:43:51 > 0:43:54There is nothing moving but their breath
0:43:57 > 0:44:01But I watch now as the breaking storm outside
0:44:01 > 0:44:04Brings this moment into action
0:44:04 > 0:44:07The sky cracks into a wild-mouthed grin
0:44:07 > 0:44:10And unleashes all the water that its carried
0:44:10 > 0:44:12Vapour grown heavy from every distant puddle
0:44:12 > 0:44:14Every lapping wave tip
0:44:14 > 0:44:19Every churning river contributing to this rain
0:44:19 > 0:44:22Now, the lightning rips the sky in half
0:44:22 > 0:44:24It charges through their bodies
0:44:24 > 0:44:28And it startles every roof in stark relief
0:44:28 > 0:44:33And our seven, they see their city new
0:44:33 > 0:44:36So Pete on his doorstep, he looks up, mouth agape
0:44:36 > 0:44:38He drops his keys in shock
0:44:38 > 0:44:41And he laughs a howling, ancient laugh
0:44:41 > 0:44:44Gemma sits bolt upright in bed and stares at the rain
0:44:44 > 0:44:48As it smashes itself against her windows
0:44:48 > 0:44:51Esther unleashes a strange bark into the silence of her kitchen
0:44:51 > 0:44:54Zoe puts her boxes down
0:44:54 > 0:44:57Bradley reaches for his dressing gown
0:44:59 > 0:45:01Now, see it from above
0:45:01 > 0:45:07Seven doors to seven flats open at the same time
0:45:07 > 0:45:10And, like the raining pavement
0:45:10 > 0:45:12Seven broken hearts
0:45:12 > 0:45:17Seven empty faces heading out of doors
0:45:17 > 0:45:22Here's our seven perfect strangers
0:45:22 > 0:45:25And they see each other strangely dressed
0:45:25 > 0:45:29One shoe and one slipper, socks falling off
0:45:29 > 0:45:34Slowly at first, tentatively, but then unhunching their shoulders
0:45:34 > 0:45:36Tipping their necks back
0:45:36 > 0:45:40Opening their bodies to this rain
0:45:40 > 0:45:44Their hair is slicked down against their heads
0:45:44 > 0:45:46Or puffed up madly outwards
0:45:46 > 0:45:49And their hands are slipping from their cheeks and chins
0:45:49 > 0:45:52As they clutch their faces, open-mouthed
0:45:52 > 0:45:55"Amazing!" they shout
0:45:55 > 0:45:58"Have you seen it?" they shout
0:45:58 > 0:46:02As they band closer, closer
0:46:02 > 0:46:05Like children drawn towards the eye of a game
0:46:05 > 0:46:09Shocked and laughing
0:46:09 > 0:46:12Soaked to the skin.
0:46:33 > 0:46:36# Indigenous apocalypse, decimated forest
0:46:36 > 0:46:38# The winter of our discontent's upon us
0:46:38 > 0:46:40# Desolate apostles slurping Strongbow at the crossroads
0:46:40 > 0:46:42# We are nothing but an eating mouth
0:46:42 > 0:46:43# Oesophagus colossal
0:46:43 > 0:46:45# Won't stop until we've beaten down the planet into pellets
0:46:45 > 0:46:48# Before the interstellar mission to reflect more terror
0:46:48 > 0:46:50# It's killing me, it's killing me It's filling me, I'm vomiting
0:46:50 > 0:46:53# It's still in me, everything is fine really, silly me
0:46:53 > 0:46:55# Poor kids shot dead Poor kids locked up
0:46:55 > 0:46:57# Poor kids saying, "This is the future that you left us?"
0:46:57 > 0:46:59# Stocked-up lunch meat
0:46:59 > 0:47:01# Processed punch from an unclean fat cat
0:47:01 > 0:47:02# Tasty, tasty poison
0:47:02 > 0:47:05# Carcinogenic, diabetic, asthmatic, epileptic, post-traumatic
0:47:05 > 0:47:07# Bipolar and disaffected
0:47:07 > 0:47:10# Atomised, thinking we're engaged when we're pacified
0:47:10 > 0:47:13# Staring at the screen so we don't have to see the planet die
0:47:16 > 0:47:18# What am I going to do to wake up?
0:47:18 > 0:47:21# We sleep so deep, it don't matter how they shake us
0:47:21 > 0:47:24# If we can't face it, we can't escape it
0:47:24 > 0:47:25# But tonight the storm's come
0:47:25 > 0:47:28# If we can't shake it, we can't escape it
0:47:28 > 0:47:30# Tonight, the storm...
0:47:30 > 0:47:32# She's screaming, she screaming
0:47:32 > 0:47:33# The drone's turned her beautiful boy
0:47:33 > 0:47:34# Into a pile of bones
0:47:34 > 0:47:37# No body to bury, nobody is home
0:47:37 > 0:47:38# Running from war, the boat's full
0:47:38 > 0:47:40# The boat's sinking a mile offshore
0:47:40 > 0:47:43# No beds in the hospitals, our minds are against us
0:47:43 > 0:47:45# Imagine your daughter was gunned down, defenceless
0:47:45 > 0:47:47# On her way to school, there'd be uproar
0:47:47 > 0:47:49# But she's collateral damage, it never happened
0:47:49 > 0:47:52# Now, if our kids are fine, that's enough for us
0:47:52 > 0:47:54# You can't love into a vacuum, there's got to be a limit
0:47:54 > 0:47:57# Welcome to the biggest crime that's ever been committed
0:47:57 > 0:47:58# You think you and I are different kinds
0:47:58 > 0:48:00# You're caught up in specifics
0:48:00 > 0:48:02# You and I apart are much easier to limit
0:48:02 > 0:48:03# The illusion's so complete
0:48:03 > 0:48:05# It's impossible to bring it into focus
0:48:05 > 0:48:07# Cinematic stock footage teaches people are locusts
0:48:07 > 0:48:09# Uniformed men keep unleashing explosives
0:48:09 > 0:48:11# Now what we going to do to wake up?
0:48:11 > 0:48:13# We sleep so deep, it don't matter how they shake us
0:48:13 > 0:48:16# If we can't face it, we can't escape it
0:48:16 > 0:48:19# If I can't face it, if I can't face it. #
0:48:19 > 0:48:21Tunnel vision, tunnel vision
0:48:21 > 0:48:23Work drinks, heartbreak
0:48:23 > 0:48:26I can't face the past, the past's a dark place
0:48:26 > 0:48:28Can't sleep, can't wake
0:48:28 > 0:48:30Sitting in our boxes
0:48:30 > 0:48:34Notching up our victories as other people's losses
0:48:34 > 0:48:38Another day, another chance to turn our faces away from pain
0:48:38 > 0:48:40"Let's get a takeaway."
0:48:40 > 0:48:42I'll meet you in a pub a little later
0:48:42 > 0:48:44We'll say the same things as ever
0:48:44 > 0:48:46Life's a waiting game
0:48:46 > 0:48:51When are we going to see that life is happening?
0:48:51 > 0:48:56And every single body bleeding on its knees is an abomination
0:48:56 > 0:48:59Every natural being is making communication
0:48:59 > 0:49:04We're just sparks, tiny parts of a bigger constellation
0:49:04 > 0:49:08Minuscule molecules that make up one body
0:49:08 > 0:49:12The tragedy and pain of a person you have never met
0:49:12 > 0:49:17Is present in your nightmares and in your pull towards despair
0:49:17 > 0:49:22The sickness in this culture and the sickness in our hearts
0:49:22 > 0:49:27Is a sickness that's inflicted by this distance that we share
0:49:29 > 0:49:32It was our bombs that started this war
0:49:32 > 0:49:34And now it rages at distance
0:49:34 > 0:49:36We can't dismiss all its victims as strangers
0:49:36 > 0:49:41These are parents and children made dogs by this danger
0:49:41 > 0:49:43But existence is futile
0:49:43 > 0:49:46So we don't engage
0:49:46 > 0:49:48It was our boats that sailed
0:49:48 > 0:49:51Killed, stole and made frail
0:49:51 > 0:49:54It was our boots that stamped
0:49:54 > 0:49:56It was our courts that jailed
0:49:56 > 0:49:59They were our fucking banks that got bailed
0:49:59 > 0:50:03It was us who turned bleakly away
0:50:03 > 0:50:07Looked back down at our nails and our wedding plans
0:50:07 > 0:50:10In the face of a full-force gale
0:50:10 > 0:50:16We said it was not up to us to make this place a better land
0:50:16 > 0:50:18It's not up to us
0:50:18 > 0:50:20To make this place
0:50:20 > 0:50:21A better land
0:50:22 > 0:50:25Justice, justice
0:50:25 > 0:50:27Recompense
0:50:27 > 0:50:29Humility
0:50:29 > 0:50:31Trust is
0:50:31 > 0:50:36Trust is something we can never see
0:50:36 > 0:50:41Until love is unconditional.
0:50:41 > 0:50:44The myth of the individual
0:50:44 > 0:50:50Has left us disconnected, lost and pitiful.
0:50:51 > 0:50:54I'm out in the rain
0:50:54 > 0:50:56It's a cold night in London
0:50:56 > 0:51:01I'm pleading with my loved ones to wake up and love more
0:51:01 > 0:51:03More empathy
0:51:03 > 0:51:05Love more
0:51:05 > 0:51:08I'm standing on a stage in front of a room full of strangers
0:51:08 > 0:51:10Staring down the barrel of a camera
0:51:10 > 0:51:12I don't know who's watching
0:51:12 > 0:51:16I'm pleading with my loved ones to do what they remember
0:51:16 > 0:51:19Wake up and love more.
0:51:20 > 0:51:22BEAT KICKS IN
0:51:22 > 0:51:25CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
0:53:10 > 0:53:12MUSIC ENDS
0:53:14 > 0:53:16CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
0:54:23 > 0:54:25London.
0:54:26 > 0:54:27CHEERING
0:54:29 > 0:54:30I see your point.
0:54:32 > 0:54:35Your Shard-steel sky
0:54:35 > 0:54:36Your firework smiles
0:54:37 > 0:54:40Your laser lights
0:54:40 > 0:54:42Your pace flips my stomach
0:54:43 > 0:54:45I yearn to hold you down
0:54:45 > 0:54:48You make me feel like your mistress
0:54:48 > 0:54:51Stretched under you, around you, through you
0:54:51 > 0:54:53I know your backdrops and fast routes
0:54:53 > 0:54:56I overstand your underground
0:54:56 > 0:54:58Temperamental on Sunday nights
0:54:58 > 0:55:00Fluorescent hall full, music
0:55:00 > 0:55:02Loud we dance
0:55:02 > 0:55:05In our intimate space with our foreheads close
0:55:05 > 0:55:07And our closed eyes shut
0:55:07 > 0:55:09We dance
0:55:09 > 0:55:15You take my hand and you spin me round your core
0:55:15 > 0:55:17Faster and faster
0:55:17 > 0:55:21Ever-changing, ever-returning under our time-scarred moons
0:55:21 > 0:55:24Our mouths howling like wolves in your world wound
0:55:24 > 0:55:27Where hope hangs in narrow mews
0:55:27 > 0:55:29Hidden between tower blocks
0:55:29 > 0:55:31Not warm enough to nestle
0:55:32 > 0:55:35Too hard to spring from
0:55:35 > 0:55:37Flawless from far
0:55:37 > 0:55:39But, London
0:55:39 > 0:55:41You're a frantic
0:55:41 > 0:55:43Relentless
0:55:43 > 0:55:44Needless addiction
0:55:44 > 0:55:46Who should know that, though I need you,
0:55:46 > 0:55:48I know that you need me too
0:55:48 > 0:55:52Without me, who will sing you lullabies on late lonely nights?
0:55:52 > 0:55:54Who will breathe and keep pace with you?
0:55:54 > 0:55:56Without me, London
0:55:56 > 0:56:01There would be nobody to see you and agree with your point of view
0:56:01 > 0:56:07No soul to love your incessant core enough to forgive you
0:56:07 > 0:56:09For your indeterminable flaws.
0:56:11 > 0:56:12Thank you.
0:56:12 > 0:56:14APPLAUSE
0:56:22 > 0:56:23Enough
0:56:26 > 0:56:27Shattered glass
0:56:28 > 0:56:32Shattered glass, shattered glass
0:56:32 > 0:56:35And remnants of a troubled past
0:56:35 > 0:56:37He shuffled past the mirror
0:56:37 > 0:56:39He wasn't fat
0:56:39 > 0:56:40Handsome?
0:56:40 > 0:56:43Maybe hidden in his withered cap
0:56:43 > 0:56:44He had a scissor 'tache
0:56:44 > 0:56:47He was slouched down with a humpback
0:56:47 > 0:56:49And his hair's a mat
0:56:49 > 0:56:51Maybe wet
0:56:51 > 0:56:53I can't tell if it's gel or slithered back
0:56:53 > 0:56:57It shows that his clothes give him slack
0:56:57 > 0:56:59A lot of that
0:56:59 > 0:57:00Too much, in fact
0:57:00 > 0:57:02Baggy sack
0:57:02 > 0:57:04Burdened with a baggy pack
0:57:04 > 0:57:06Herded with the pixels without friction.
0:57:06 > 0:57:08Like...
0:57:08 > 0:57:09Like a laggy Mac
0:57:09 > 0:57:10Can you handles that?
0:57:12 > 0:57:14No answers back
0:57:14 > 0:57:16And pause for pause that lifts, stiff
0:57:16 > 0:57:19As if it's hard to give or artefact
0:57:19 > 0:57:21He's hardly black
0:57:21 > 0:57:23There's no dirt to hurt
0:57:23 > 0:57:24There's no lips to crack
0:57:24 > 0:57:27There's no whips heard in early snap
0:57:27 > 0:57:30Half-parting mouth of the South
0:57:30 > 0:57:32But his eyes are windows to an empty house
0:57:32 > 0:57:34And you would have never heard him
0:57:34 > 0:57:37No, there's no quiver in his lips
0:57:37 > 0:57:41Hand tucked into the pockets at his hips
0:57:41 > 0:57:43No quick drawing at high noon
0:57:43 > 0:57:45He's a truant but not clueless
0:57:45 > 0:57:48No saloon doors, more of the quiet tongue
0:57:48 > 0:57:53Sarcophagus of spit and sinks underneath a silent song
0:57:53 > 0:57:54Tumbleweed.
0:57:56 > 0:58:01Mumbling, he hides under the comfort of his humble speech
0:58:01 > 0:58:03Brain fluid is his only movement
0:58:03 > 0:58:05And in that, he's really fluid
0:58:05 > 0:58:09He's searching for the conclusion and you see he's clearly
0:58:09 > 0:58:11He's clearly losing it
0:58:11 > 0:58:13He's loose of grip
0:58:13 > 0:58:15Not palms feeling humid
0:58:15 > 0:58:18But arms unarmed and still be wary
0:58:18 > 0:58:21Fleeing when he's shooting but not a message in his murder
0:58:21 > 0:58:24Well, you would have never heard him
0:58:24 > 0:58:27You'd have to turn around and squint as near as I did
0:58:27 > 0:58:29Broken eyelids for a glimpse of him.
0:58:31 > 0:58:34But his image is a symphony
0:58:34 > 0:58:37And I'm stood here listening.
0:58:39 > 0:58:42APPLAUSE
0:58:50 > 0:58:52She...
0:58:52 > 0:58:53Started as a waitress
0:58:53 > 0:58:56Skimpily dressed, showing a lot of flesh, as the uniform requested
0:58:56 > 0:58:58She felt like a sex object
0:58:58 > 0:58:59Every time she served a drink at the table
0:58:59 > 0:59:01Men would put their tongue in her earlobe
0:59:01 > 0:59:03And ask if she was available for fetish desires
0:59:03 > 0:59:05XXX-rated and unspeakable
0:59:05 > 0:59:08Now, she complained, but the boss wanted some of the same
0:59:08 > 0:59:11And the cycle of harassment starts again and again
0:59:11 > 0:59:13And again and again
0:59:13 > 0:59:14The bullets we baptised...
0:59:14 > 0:59:16MIMICS GUN COCKING, SHOOTING
0:59:17 > 0:59:19REVERSE BREATH
0:59:19 > 0:59:21POP ..in tear droplets
0:59:21 > 0:59:24The bullets were baptised in tear droplets
0:59:24 > 0:59:25Now, she can't take the stress
0:59:25 > 0:59:27Minimal tips and low wages
0:59:29 > 0:59:31And suddenly
0:59:31 > 0:59:32She thinks
0:59:32 > 0:59:34As the men come
0:59:34 > 0:59:36And they touch her She slaps them in the face
0:59:36 > 0:59:38And then she constantly keeps complaining
0:59:38 > 0:59:40And then... GUN COCKING, REVERSE BREATH
0:59:40 > 0:59:42..she realises now she wants justice
0:59:42 > 0:59:44But all she finds is just them who just diss
0:59:44 > 0:59:47It's very hard to prove the truth in a courtroom full of men
0:59:49 > 0:59:50So even under subpoena
0:59:50 > 0:59:53Witnesses fail to come in and give the evidence that she needs
0:59:53 > 0:59:55To actually survive and get the justice
0:59:55 > 0:59:57That she needs...needs...needs
0:59:57 > 0:59:59REVERSE BREATH
1:00:00 > 1:00:01Suddenly...
1:00:01 > 1:00:04REVERSE BREATH
1:00:04 > 1:00:06A pimp arrives on the scene
1:00:06 > 1:00:08He decides to offer her after-hour schemes
1:00:08 > 1:00:10Where she can make monumental amounts of money
1:00:10 > 1:00:11For herself and her young child
1:00:11 > 1:00:13Now... REVERSE BREATH
1:00:13 > 1:00:14She slides up and down the pole
1:00:14 > 1:00:16Up and down the pole Up and down the pole
1:00:16 > 1:00:18Rhythmically moving fast and slow
1:00:18 > 1:00:20The men in the front row are shouting,
1:00:20 > 1:00:22"Take it off for me, baby! Take it off for me!"
1:00:22 > 1:00:24The snake slithers in between her double Ds
1:00:24 > 1:00:25She covers with some cream
1:00:25 > 1:00:27She looks at her image in the mirror and she...
1:00:27 > 1:00:29REVERSE BREATH, SMACK ..smashes the glass
1:00:29 > 1:00:31Takes one of the broken fragments
1:00:31 > 1:00:34And holds it over her left and right wrist
1:00:34 > 1:00:36And contemplates which one she should...
1:00:36 > 1:00:38The bullets are baptised in tear droplets
1:00:38 > 1:00:40Now she becomes a mule
1:00:40 > 1:00:43She has drugs and coco bags stored inside
1:00:43 > 1:00:45And when she reaches gate number nine... REVERSE BREATH
1:00:45 > 1:00:47The bag bursts inside and she dies.
1:00:49 > 1:00:51The sign of her death was notified to the son
1:00:51 > 1:00:55And as soon as he found out that she died, he starts to cry
1:00:55 > 1:00:57Then he goes outside And with a loaded gun
1:00:57 > 1:01:00He starts shooting soft drink cans off the backyard fence
1:01:00 > 1:01:02Soft drink cans off the backyard fence. GUN COCKING
1:01:02 > 1:01:05His intent is to get revenge on the local pimp
1:01:05 > 1:01:07And as he shoots, tears... POP
1:01:07 > 1:01:08..roll down his arm... POP, POP
1:01:08 > 1:01:10Until the gun cartridge and the bullets
1:01:10 > 1:01:12Become baptised in tear drops
1:01:12 > 1:01:13Enjoy every moment of your life, will you?
1:01:13 > 1:01:15REVERSE BREATH
1:01:15 > 1:01:17Europe is lost.
1:01:19 > 1:01:22Caked in chaos...chaos..chaos
1:01:22 > 1:01:25And just so you understand that the level us poets are on
1:01:25 > 1:01:27There is actually people walking around
1:01:27 > 1:01:29With Kate Tempest tattoos on.
1:01:29 > 1:01:31KISSES
1:01:31 > 1:01:34APPLAUSE