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One More Time with Feeling (2016)

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One More Time with Feeling (2016)

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WARREN: I remember we sat and

listened to the songs, and,

there was something

incredibly eerie about

the first track Jesus Alone,

sort of had this line, "He fell

from the sky, crash landed".

MAN: Do you wanna

just tell me the story?

WARREN: I mean I don't really

know because I can't imagine

how you never get such

a thing.

And, you know, I

just can't even

fathom it. Um...

And watching this happen to

people that you love,

is um...

It doesn't even...

I don't think even... lets you

any, gives you any insight

really into it. Because,

there's a step within,

you can't go.

But, it... it feels like...

for Nick or somebody who's

created all his life, um,

it feels like...

[INDISTINCT MUMBLING]

Can we stop right there?

MAN: We have to re-calibrate,

this is out of focus.

It's not usable at the moment.

I know.

Calibrate focus please.

Sorry.

That's alright, man.

Are you...

Let's cut it.

Alright, do you want me

to hop out?

Yeah.

Yes please. Could you?

Do you want me to get out too?

Yea, we'll get out.

If you wanna stretch your legs.

Yeah.

MAN 1: Mate, I'm sorry.

MAN 2: It's shocking man.

It's shocking, it's terrible.

This is not what I...

-what I want you to...

- To be honest I find this

really hard, because,

- I've never discussed Nick's

private life, um...

- Yeah.

Or anybody that I know. I don't

sort of, discuss it like this,

and, it feels like this is

-something that gotta come up.

You know?

- Yeah.

Um, and so there's a part of

me that feels very protective.

That's where's it's hard

to strike a balance, you know.

Like, I can... you know,

I don't wanna go and tell you

what I saw when I went there,

and all this, I don't wanna

tell what I felt because,

it just feels like...

that's...

that's like, private, you know.

Uh, I just... Warren sent me

something yesterday.

MAN: Uh...

emailed a friend...

um, last night.

I shouldn't go in first,

because I get in before...

Uh...

[FOOTSTEPS]

We've all gotta get behind you.

Um, I don't know.

WARREN: And, I was

mentioning how time

felt elastic these days.

Alright so we need to go

this way, mate.

[INDISTINCT]

WARREN: And he emailed

me back...

uh, a very excited

and lovely email.

Where he spoke about um, the idea

that all things were happening...

Is this um...

WARREN: all the time.

Is this okay to wear in the studio,

do you want me to put a shirt on and stuff?

Uh...

Textually,

textually that's not the

greatest thing.

Okay.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay, come on, let's uh...

begin to film this. Alright.

Yeah, we're filming.

We never stopped.

Okay.

So, try and get

both Nick's.

WARREN:

All past present and future,

are happening now.

Right now.

And then if you just...

Yeah, great Nick.

WARREN:

That basically a caveman,

was clubbing a female mate,

[CLANGS]

Uh, at the same time that

astronauts, or scientists

trying to...

work out how to

colonize Mars.

[FOOTSTEPS]

WARREN: Now...

that is encouraging right?

And, I think he meant well.

But, it's not true because...

it's not true...

because...

We need an exit.

I know.

It's to the right.

Hey, you see there's another

Nick in the mirror there...

Yeah, there.

Wait till he comes back in.

WARREN: If everything was

happening now...

Nick.

NICK: Yeah?

How do you feel about us

having another go at that?

WARREN:

I wouldn't be sitting here

waiting for the film crew to

work out how to work...

MAN:

Yeah, we'd really appreciate

another go.

WARREN:

this ridiculous 3D black

and white camera.

NICK: Uh, alright.

Okay.

WARREN:

Right now nothing is happening.

MAN:

We won't do it a third time.

Okay, so what do you

want to do?

Basically, everything you just

did was fantastic, okay?

And?

We'd really appreciate

another go.

You know what I'm saying?

Um... so, I have to

undress again?

MAN: Undress, yeah.

Now, let's go back to it, eh?

Do you want to do it

a bit slower?

I see the focus, guys,

you need to focus guys.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MAN: I mean obviously

your songs have become

a lot less narrative.

Uh...

Yeah. The other half.

Yeah, and...

do you have uh, is there

a reason for that?

Well, yeah...

Yeah I mean,

I think um...

maybe there's...[STUTTERS] maybe

some serve a certain need,

and, I think I probably needed

uh, on some level

a kind of narrative in my life

that was...

kind of predictable

and had it's...

had a kind of logic to it.

NICK: So, I wrote stories and,

they seem to hold everything

together. Um, in a particular

part of my life, for a long

part of my life

where things needed to be

held together. Um, but, I

don't believe in the narrative

anymore. I don't... um...

I don't actually believe that

that's what life is like.

And, that there's

a pleasing resolve and all

of that sort of thing to life.

I... I... I just feel that

to do fractured narrative, uh,

a thing where, uh...

where time is actually

compressed,

um, events uh...

stuck on top of other events.

There's no particular logic

to it. Um...

or, a distressing

kind of logic,

um, makes it, um...

it's much ore real that true

to the way I feel about things.

So, um, this is just sort of

directorial...

uh, tactic, to make us

all pissed off.

What, you're pissed off?

[LAUGHS]

No, roll.

To get us all edgy in the

morning.

WOMAN: Should we put

your bags in front?

Yeah, thanks.

Not at all. It's

actually just

a... this is...

Thanks, Nick.

We're rolling right?

[DOOR CLOSES]

So, um, everything we say...

is taped?

It's all.

Unless we pull out the plug.

Yup.

Okay.

NICK: I think it's the nature

of songs to um... have an

insight into things

that we don't consciously have

because, largely they come from

the unconscious.

Yeah.

Which is a king of reservoir

of knowledge and understanding

that"s far beyond what

we consciously are aware of.

I've got this...

stuff that we did in

Morwan here,

when we were going

through it.

And, maybe we can just go

through

these, and look at them.

What?

Yeah, let's change it

a little bit.

Yeah, but it...

Well, you know, we can add

But um...

or subtract and then...

But actually,

with Jesus Alone,

should we go back to that,

um, you know, we talked about

going back to the earlier

version of it.

Yeah.

That's less... okay, good.

NICK: So, songs an often uh...

appear to foretell

situations in

the same way as dreams maybe,

are able to...

um... have, uh...

have a kind of

prophetic nature sometimes.

Susie, for example, is

hugely superstitious,

about my songs. Um...

Yeah.

That there being a canary in

the coal mine kind of thing

that there's some...

Because, if...

Exactly. Yeah.

But, you know, and I... I...

Like I said, I don't think

that this is a unique to what

I do. Although I

write a certain type of song,

that has a certain element

of, uh, anxiety, and dread,

and anguish...

Yeah.

To them in their nature.

So, it can... it can...

foretell, um...

uh, they can foretell, um...

certain events.

[SYNTH PLAYING]

[SWITCH CLICKS]

[SWITCH CLICKS]

Right.

Hey Jake!

This is the vocal that

you didn't do at La Frite.

NICK: Yeah.

NICK: Yeah but, I just patched

up this...

Yeah.

So, um, is this

before it's being...

Before it's being...

put in time?

Yeah.

You fell from the sky

Crash landed in a field

Near the river Adur

Flowers spring from the

Ground Lambs burst from the

Wombs of their mothers

In a hole beneath the bridge

You convalesced you

Fashioned masks

You gave them names

You gave them names

With my voice.

It's better there.

I am calling you.

And, I'm playing the

piano at the same time.

Yeah.

And, because it's

just opened up a bit more there.

This feels like...

It does need the piano right?

Cut the piano here.

We could do the piano

separately.

Yeah, yeah.

Edit over done piano, and

all those sorts of.

"Ooh's", and "Ah's",

and all that.

You're an African doctor

Harvesting tear ducts

That has a, I mean a...

I have to listen to the other

one, but this...

definitely has a sort of,

intensity about it.

Yeah. There's something the

vibe just builds in it and it

becomes hypnotic and stuff

and, the other one feels like

a song. It Feels...

Yeah, okay. So...

The vocal needs to be fixed up,

because there's...

Yeah, it goes in and out.

Just mumbo-jumbo on it.

Well, it's kind of ad-libbed.

Right.

A bit, a bit. You know,

a lot.

And then...

In La Frite we

kind of put it on one.

The one was actually...

it wasn't...

We never even knew

where the one was.

It's coming in the wrong spots.

At least we all had

a different opinion.

As we often do.

[LAUGHS]

It felt like it...

You've never heard

that one before.

[LAUGHING]

One! Should there be a vocal

before we do anything else?

WARREN: Uh... Yeah.

Or, maybe we don't need

a vocal before.

I think the vocal would give us

the kind of... the energy,

Um...

Right.

And what to do, so that you

feed off...

You know,

you working off like...

[VIOLIN STRUMS]

Oh, that's it?

Yeah.

Incredible wasn't it.

Aluminum.

I'm incredible.

3000 Dollars.

[LAUGHING]

You bought it?

Yeah.

It sound good?

Nah, it looks awesome.

[LAUGHING]

[VIOLIN STRUMS]

[VIOLIN TUNING]

NICK: This is difficult.

This is really

f*cking difficult.

It is.

Doing and over dub-vocal, is

some kind of t*rture.

And it's something that I

really try and avoid.

I do everything I can to get

the vocal down while

the basic track is being

recorded,

you know. That we just

all do it together.

WARREN: There's something more

hypnotic about this one

and kind of more...

meditative or, something.

And it kind of has a...

Feels a bit more

mysterious or something.

And, also the kind of fact

that the stuff doesn't

just come in on the one,

wait, feel it

comes in somewhere,

there's some more space

for the kind of backing...

to kind of come through.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

WARREN: C?

No.

WARREN: What's that one?

NICK: I don't know

what the chords are.

I have to hear it on...

Nick, you wanna

play piano right?

NICK: I don't know what

the chords are.

I don't know.

I don't know yet, because,

I don't even know what

the chords are.

NICK: They keep changing

all the time.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

NICK: I mean, I played the

chords originally.

But, there seems to be an

endless variations on the

circle.

Oh f*ck it. I don't know what

that is. So, no, I won't be

playing the piano.

[CHUCKLES]

And, there seems to be a bit

weird to be trying to work

out the chords,

to an improvised song anyway.

Don't you think?

I am calling you

With your voice

I am calling you

I should have strengthened

my voice.

With my voice

With my voice

My voice

I am call, call, call

I should have sung more before

I came into the studio.

I am call

I knew that at the time.

Okay.

Alright.

WARREN: I'll come out okay.

Yeah.

NICK:

I think I'm losing my voice.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Just find it

into lost things.

My voice.

My iPhone.

My judgment.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

My memory maybe.

f*ck.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

And, isn't that

the invisible things?

Lost things...

that have so much mass,

and so much weight.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

Alright.

NICK: And, are as big as

the universe.

[JESUS ALONE PLAYING]

You fell from the sky

Crash landed in a field

Near the river Adur

Flowers spring from

The ground Lambs burst from

The wombs of their mothers

In a hole beneath the bridge

You convalesced, you fashioned

Masks of twigs and clay

You cried beneath

The dripping tree

Ghost song Lodged

In the throat of a mermaid

With my voice

I am calling you

You're a young man waking

Covered in blood that is

Not yours

You're a woman in a yellow

Dress Surrounded by a charm

Of hummingbirds

You're a young girl full of

Forbidden energy

Flickering in the gloom

You're a drug addict

Lying on your back

In a Tijuana hotel room

With my voice

I am calling you

With my voice

I am calling you

You're an African doctor

Harvesting tear ducts

You believe in God, but you

Get no special dispensation

For this belief now

You're an old man sitting by

The fire, you're the mist

Rolling off the sea

You're a distant memory in

The mind of your creator

Don't you see

With my voice

I am calling you

With my voice

I am calling you

Let us sit together

Until the moment comes

With my voice

I am calling you

Let us sit together

In the dark

Until the moment comes

With my voice

I am calling you

With my voice

I am calling you

With my voice

I am calling you

With my voice

I am calling you

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC FADES]

WARREN: Cool!

Nice.

WARREN: That's a good one,

and a longer.

It's good.

Great.

Cup of tea?

WARREN: Do you feel that

the lack of narrative allows

you to get the something...

as wide a...

I just don't think, I

don't think, uh...

life is a story.

Yeah.

You know, that...

that hasn't,

I mean, we all hope it is.

Yeah.

Um...

We all...

It kind of is,

I have to say.

It kind of is a story.

It's the same story for

everyone.

[CHUCKLES]

In a way

It... In a way but, um...

the arc can be very different

and it's not necessarily, um...

um...

yeah, yeah,

I guess...

you were born, and you die.

Um...

Well you gradually...

decay.

Gradually decay.

Yeah, which is...

I mean, that what I feel like

I'm dealing with.

And, you're ten years ahead

of me.

Um...

you decay and you sort

of diminish.

Um...

WARREN:

Do you really feel that way?

Yeah.

In what sense?

Um, that the struggle to...

to do what I do is um...

it just requires more effort.

Was he ready?

Yeah.

Alright, mate.

What from?

Were do you wanna go from, boss?

WARREN:

I guess the second, uh...

the second... no, verse.

Chord?

Second verse, okay.

NICK: Most of us don't

wanna change.

Really.

Does that went away?

That did...

What happened when you,

when you came in, 'cause it

went away. Now, it's come back.

NICK: I mean why should we.

WARREN: Has it moved back or,

is it a cable? Was it when you

lifted up the cables, John?

Lift up the cables.

NICK: What we want to do is...

to sort of modific...

modif...

modify...

Yeah.

Yes. Stop, what've you

done there?

NICK: Most of us don't

want to change.

Whatever that cable is,

that's the one.

NICK: What we do want is

sort of, modifications

on the original model.

[VIOLIN PLAYING]

We keep on being ourselves

but just...

hopefully better

versions of ourselves.

But, what happens when...

an event occurs that's

so catastrophic

that we just change from one

day to the next.

You change from the known

person,

to an unknown person.

So that, when you look at

yourself in the mirror,

you recognize the person...

uh, but you won't...

but, the person inside

the skin is a different person.

NICK: So that when you go

outside...

the world is the same.

But, now you are a different

person and you have to

renegotiate your position

in the world.

WOMAN:

a bit. Going for G here...

Yeah.

We can do it.

Okay.

NICK: For instance...

I think D-F-G, D-F-A seems to...

NICK:

when you go into a shop

to get cigarettes, because this

new version of yourself

smokes, and the shop owner

says, "How are you?"

And you don't know how

to answer.

Or, when you meet a friend on

the street, who says some

kindness.

Uh, the... they don't really

work on the choruses because,

they connect to the...[HUMMING]

Yes... maybe it should be...

it's like a "boom".

NICK: And, suddenly

you are crying in their

arms for ages.

And, then you realize

that the person is not

a friend at all.

I think it's... we're saying

the same thing...

Like a boom?

[HUMMING]

They're doing the "waa".

Then I'm planning to wind up.

Yeah.

NICK:

But, someone else that you

don't actually really

know very well.

I wouldn't put any more

emotion into it.

Or, you go into a bakery to

buy a loaf of bread...

let's say.

And, you're standing

in the queue,

and someone grabs you

by the arm and says something,

with their kind eyes...

[PLAYING CELLO]

But, you can't work out what

they've said because the new

you can't hear very well.

And, so, you say "What?"

But, too loudly and angrily,

and he says,

"We are all with you, man".

And you look around and all

the bakery is looking at you

with kind eyes.

And, you think that people

are really nice.

But, when did you become

an object of pity?

[TECHNO MUSIC PLAYING]

As soon as I walked in here,

I got this spike of agitation.

You did?

How come?

Has anyone seen my pen?

Thank you.

Um, yeah.

Um...

did you print out the words

that I sent, or the words...

This is what you sent.

Yeah.

Did I?

Um, okay.

Yeah, um...

No, because you

don't have any...

What if I've got them on

my computer?

Do you have a printer?

NICK: Here I am,

the moonlight man, with my six

sh**ter and Steve McQueen,

call me a cab,

I'm not that kind of a guy,

I have a dream.

Sometimes I the elevator to

the top of the Burj Al Arab

and sh**t my g*ns across Dubai.

Bang, bang, bang,

I'm that kind of guy.

I know.

But mostly, I curl up inside

my typewriter... curl up inside

my typewriter and wish

that I can die.

Your legs are so long, they

should come with their

own elevator.

Don't worry, darling, I'll be

coming around, see you later.

Have you guys sang them

differently,

or, something like that, um...

[INDISTINCT]

Because, between you and me

and my best friend,

the housefly...

I'm Steve McQueen

with a big beautiful dream.

I am god.

I am God, thinking about

God, thinking about

Steve McQueen.

Oh, yeah, great.

It's for me the sirens

and the sylphs do their

twilight pining.

On Saturday night. I woke on

someone else's stomach lining.

Up and down this street,

call me a cab.

Call me a cab.

No I'm a housefly called God

and I don't give a f*ck.

Right, that's it.

Go on.

Here I come up the elevator,

sixty floors hoping I don't

get stuck.

And everyone out here does mean

And everyone out here does pain.

But, someone's got to

sing the stars.

And, someone's got to

sing the rain.

I'm the atomizer.

I'm the vaporizer.

I turn everything to crud,

I like it here in flesh

and blood.

I'm the elevator man,

don't you see?

You're a spine lashed,

long legged lovely young thing.

Call me a cab. I'll drive

to the top of the Burj Al Arab.

And, fire my g*ns

across your stomach.

Because, someone's got to

sing the stars, and someone's

got to sing the rain.

And someone's got to sing

the blood. And someone's got to

sing the pain.

Watch out you f*ck.

I've got my six sh**ter and my

housefly on lead,

I'm Burj Al McQueen.

And I'm coming to make

every last one of you bleed.

How are you, Jim?

I'm alright, thank you.

How are you?

[LAUGHING]

Got your beard back, mate.

Yeah, yeah.

I thought I'd grow it just

for the show.

What about continuity?

f*ck continuity.

f*ck continuity.

God is great, chances are

God is good,

well I wouldn't go that far

[INDISTINCT]

C to B Flat.

I'm Steve McQueen

the atrocity man.

You wanna bleed on me.

And sing too, Jim.

If you wanna bleed

Don't bleed

NICK: With my strap on blood

pondered dream...

If you wanna bleed

Don't bleed

Step away.

NICK: But, mostly curl up

inside my typewriter

with my housefly and cry.

I tell my housefly not to cry.

My housefly chose me

not to die.

Because someone's got to

sing the stars,

and someone's got to sing

the rain.

D minor.

And, someone's got to

sing the blood.

And, someone's

got to sing the pain.

Okay.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CLEARS THROAT]

NICK: Look at him.

Holding everything together.

NICK: Is my hair alright?

f*cking, never been better.

Best it's ever been.

Best it's ever been.

Huh? Best it's ever...

It better be.

f*cking, proceed with

absolute confidence.

NICK: What would I

do without Warren.

If it's not...

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

MAN: Cut! Cut!

MAN: Three-Four minutes.

NICK:

We should do one, we should

do a take pretty soon.

Or we're gonna lose

the essence of the thing.

Because I can the whole mojo

slipping away.

WARREN: Yeah, it's getting

cold.

NICK: We're getting bored,

irritable.

Can I hear, can I try that

out just with the backing track

please, Jake.

What's the time line?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

NICK: 'Cause it's too loud.

[PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHATTERING]

Tishi, see that guy?

Tishi.

That means, go to...

The cameraman, was like, Tishi.

Did you show him his camera?

Yeah, yeah, I showed him

a photo.

Spooky.

NICK: Warren just pointed out

how much the photographer

looks like.

Tishi.

Tishi is another photographer.

MAN: Hang on.

[INDISTINCT]

Who has like shaggy hair

and a beard and...

Bad backs are coming back.

Yeah, mate.

NICK: Lived most of his life in

the streets, of his home town.

In the Czech Republic.

He took photographs of

women, with a camera

that he made himself.

They are...

really wonderful photographs.

Like stolen moments, of women

in over many

amazing facets.

I mean,

many amazing facets.

Women have more

facets than men.

Men are...

[LAUGHS]

Men are pretty much

two dimensional.

And women are,

like, f*cking 3D.

My wife is spectacularly

three dimensional.

But, every time I try to, um...

get a handle on her,

and to put her into focus,

she shifts and changes,

and becomes someone else.

Or worse, she steps out of

the frame entirely.

And...

I'm left with a hovering

ghost, in which...

that's...

burned on my retina.

Like I've starred into

a spotlight.

And closed my eyes.

Eventually she steps back

into the frame,

and I pull her back in focus.

But, she's changed because

she's been

out there, communing

with the dead.

[SIGHS]

[GIRL IN AMBER PLAYING]

Some go and some stay behind

Some never move at all

Girl in amber trapped forever

Spinning down the hall

Let no part of her go

Unremembered, clothes

Across the floor

Girl in amber lumber slumber

Shuts the bathroom door

The phone, the phone

The phone it rings, it rings

It rings no more

The song, the song,

the Song it spins

since nineteen eighty-four

The phone, the phone

The phone it rings, it rings

It rings no more

The song, the song

It's been spinning

Since Nineteen

And if you want to

Bleed, just bleed

And if you want to

Bleed, just bleed

But if you want to leave

Don't breathe

The world just step away

And let the world

And now in turn, you turn

You kneel, lace up his shoes

Your little blue-eyed boy

Take him by his hand

Go floating down the hall

I get lucky, I get lucky

Cause I tried again

I knew the world it would

Stop spinning now since

You've been gone

I used to think that when

You died you kind of

Wandered the world

In a slumber till you

Crumbled, were absorbed

Into the earth

Well, I don't think

That any more

The phone it rings no more

The song, the song it

Spins now

Since nineteen eighty-four

The song, the song it spins

The song, it spins, it spins

It's been a spinning now

And if you'll hold me I will

Tell you that you know that

And if you want to leave

Don't breathe

And if you want to leave

Don't breathe

And if you want to leave

Don't breathe

A word

Just step away

And let the world turn

The song, the song it

Spins now

Since nineteen eighty-four

The phone, it rings, it rings

And you won't stay

Don't touch me

Don't touch me

Don't touch me

Don't touch me

Don't touch me

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

NICK: Hair's still alright?

WARREN: Even better.

It's even better now.

What ever you did,

don't touch it.

NICK: Don't touch it.

NICK:

f*ck! What happened to my face.

Look at those bags

under my eyes.

Where did they come from?

They weren't there last year.

The director says I look

like a battered monument.

I have a terrible feeling he's

trying to be kind to me.

I must remember

to be kind back.

I must remember to be kind.

[MAGNETO PLAYING]

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Mostly I never knew

Which way was out

Once it was on

It was on and that was that

The umbilicus was a faucet

That fountained rabbit blood

And I spun on my wheel

Like a laboratory rat

I was an electrical storm

On the bathroom floor

Clutching the bowl

My blood was for the gags

And other people's diseases

My monstrous little memory

Had swallowed me whole

It was the year I officially

Became the bride of Jesus

In love, in love

In love you laugh

I move you move

And one more time

With feeling

In love, in love

In laugh, you laugh

I'm sawn in half

And the stars are splashed

Across the ceiling

Oh, the urge to k*ll

Somebody was basically

Overwhelming

I had such hard blues

Down there in the supermarket

Queues

And I had a sudden urge to

Become someone

Someone like you

Who started out with less

Than anyone I ever knew

In love, in love, I love

You love, I laugh, you love

I move, you move

And one more time with feeling

In love, in love

I love, You love

I laugh, you laugh

I'm sawn in half

And the stars are splashed

Across the ceiling

Oh, and oh you come shining

Softly to the hold

Of a drink

Come as far as the edge

Of my blood and swim

And in the bathroom mirror

I see me vomit in the sink

And all through the house we

Hear the hyena's hymns

Of love

I love, you love

I laugh, You laugh

I move, you move, you move

One more time with feeling

I love, you love

I laugh, you laugh

We saw each other in heart

And all the stars have

Splashed

And splattered

Across the ceiling

[MUSIC FADES]

How disturbing is this?

It's quite disturbing. Yeah.

It is?

Well, I think, um...

I'll make a deal with you.

Absolutely anything in that's

in the film that you don't like?

Yeah.

Right? You can cut out.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

Let's just take one now.

Wait till it's, um...

I'll wait till...

You know, take a photo

of them,

and then we can put it

in the film.

That worked, yeah.

Okay, cool.

Yeah. Okay.

And just wind it

on with the...

Okay.

The winder thing.

Okay.

Awesome.

Okay.

And so, if you wanna, um,

take any photos today,

just gotta pop up the flash,

which is that.

NICK: We didn't ask for it.

But, it is all around us.

A gratuitous beauty.

That exists whether we,

uh, there to witness it or not.

The world plunges on.

And the world is magnificent.

I watch you on your ice flow.

Cold something into

the Arctic wind.

The wind offers

a brutal resistance.

But, still you plough on.

I cling to my ice berg

and sing to you.

See the sun, see it rising

See it rising

Rising in your eyes.

Oh my God.

Hey.

Look at you.

I've got brown hair.

You've been alright?

Yeah.

What you doing.

Oh, good.

Nothing.

Um...

No, get rid of it.

Have the animal rights

people...

Shh, shh!

Why is creaking?

It's been, um, an enormous

amount of doing nothing,

waiting around.

Yeah.

Sounds pretty difficult.

You'll get used to the camera

being there, now your on.

Thanks.

Good day Suz!

[LAUGHING]

See you're shy.

That's what I'd do

at the time, and they...

they give me special one

that's not connected.

Just for the f*ck of it.

Go to DFA fader, that's

f*ck all.

[LAUGHING]

BOY: And the buttons?

Can I press

the buttons as well.

NICK: And this guy,

is the videographer. We're

watching the videographer,

who's watching the camera man,

who's watching us,

and it just goes around,

and around, and around.

Spooky, huh?

WOMAN:

So, which is the 3D camera?

Cam-ception!

They heavy one.

That one.

This is the videographer.

Is this in 2D?

That's in 2D.

Okay.

He's in 2D.

[LAUGHING]

WARREN:

Yeah, I mean it's...

No, I mean it's...

Yeah, yeah. Basically

the couple of record in

the soundtrack stuff

has been really about that

I just pall a bunch of

stuff in there,

and then just try and find

something in there, like it's

really about... that's

the really exciting thing.

Um, for the last few years with

me, has been about that, like...

trying to find something that

kind of, just comes out of

nowhere.

Um...

NICK: These guys, Warren

and Andrew the director,

they like to go on about,

accidents

and the accident... uh...

the accidental nature of art,

but, this is just another way

of saying they're communing

with the Gods.

I mean, you think God would

have more pressing to do.

Really.

There's no such thing as

accidents.

[LOUD CLANG]

MAN: Oh, f*ck!

Yeah, I think accidents

is the wrong word, because,

um, it more...

Um...

that we just get into... that

we get ourselves into

a space these days.

Where, um...

some sort of magical thing

happens, that isn't

to do with, uh,

which isn't to do with knowing,

which isn't to do with knowing

at all actually, so...

um...

I mean there are of course,

happy accidents and stuff

like that, but...

Mostly, um, I find that me

and Warren particularly,

when we kind of

jam together and stuff like

that, we get into, uh...

a situation where a lot of very

beautiful things just happen

after each other. And, then we

get into a situation where

that doesn't happen at all.

And we kind of, um,

forever...

um, foraging away

for these moments.

NICK: It's a very different

collaborative situation with me

and Warren that is

with anybody else, that has

been working with me.

Because, we actually sit down

in a room together and compose

a song together.

We're beginning our descent

I never knew

What that meant

We grabbed the oxygen pod

And I call out the window

Down here the sea.

And it actually really exciting

to sing the same if you're

in a room together,

to sing to something,

that you don't know.

You don't know

where it's going.

So, I'm singing

a melody,

that's being kind of,

stretched into all these

into a wholly different way,

that I can never come up with

myself.

[PLAYING THE VIOLIN]

When I sit at the piano,

I play chords and I know what

it's gonna sound like before I

press the keys down.

And so you just... it becomes

repetitious, there's no way

around it.

It's very exciting to have

someone else doing

that side of things.

Because, your melodies aren't

dictated by

what you know,

[SKELETON TREE PLAYING]

Sunday morning

Scattered in trees

Pressed against the sky

The jittery TV

And an empty bed

Glowing white like fire

And I called out the window

Down to the sea

And the devil

Comes collecting

For nothing is for free

And I call out the window

Jesus rising by

In a

Field.

You know, I'm...

to a fault,

have had a thing about words,

both, love and respect about

words, but, a kind of fear

about words, of where they can

actually take you, and...

Um, what they can expose and

stuff about you. Words right,

that's what that's...

what makes the world go around,

if we didn't have any way about

articulating anything, we would

have no way of even remembering

anything really.

Um... so,

because of that power of

words I've really kept them

contained like,

don't let a line go,

in my opinion...

I mean, people might just think

what I do is sh*t. I have to

forget about that.

But, in my opinion I don't

need a line go,

that I'm not really really

please with.

Basically, right?

Um, and this record

I have to let go of that,

because,

um, the line is successful

for another reason.

[TAPPING]

[ANTHROCENE PLAYING]

All the fine wind is gone

And this sweet world is so

Much older

Animals pull the night

Around their shoulders

Flowers fall to their

Naked knees

Here I come now here I come

I hear you been out there

Looking for something to love

The dark force that shifts

At the edge of the tree

It's alright, it's alright

When you turn

So long and Lovely

It's hard to believe

That we're falling now

In the name of the Anthrocene

All the things we love

We love, we love, we lose

It's our bodies that fall

When they try to rise

And I hear you been looking

Out for something to love

Sit down beside me

And I'll name it for you

Behold, behold

The heaven bound sea

The wind cast its shadow

And moves for the tree

Behold the animals

And the Birds

And the sky entire

I hear you been out there

Looking for something to

Set on fire

The head bow children

Fall to their knees

Humbled in the age

Of the Anthrocene

Here they come now

Here they come

Are pulling you away

There are powers at play

More forceful than we

Come over here and sit down

And say a short prayer

A prayer to the air, the air

That we breathe

And the astonishing rise

Of the Anthrocene

Come on now, come on now

Hold your breath

While you're safe

It's a long way back

And I'm begging you please

To come home now

Come home now

Well, I heard you been out

Looking for something to love

Close your eyes

Little world

And brace yourself

I don't want to just write

songs like a diary,

of what my life is like, I'm

not really interested in that.

Um...

I want to write songs that

radiate out... that...

connect with people

and don't alienate people.

A kind of great...

trauma isn't actually

a very good thing,

um...

you know, you kind of...

Well sometimes you know,

we all wish we have something

to write about. We all wish

we have something in

our lives,

that can happen.

That we can...

that we can, um...

to write about and make

our writing interesting.

And all of that

sort of stuff.

But, actually trauma actually

I think in the way that

this happened and,

and in the events that

happened,

it was extremely damaging to

the creative process.

NICK: Later someone entered

the garden and bashed the

snakes brains in with a rock.

Basically every one stood

around among the long black

cars in a state of shock.

Everything got sad,

sad as a wind chime.

Sad, as stream as,

sad as a single lost sock.

There are many snakes, many

trees, many gardens to unlock.

The media and it's complicitors

reader blew the whole thing out

of proportion.

A snake became a serpent,

and in a typical tabloid

distortion

the dead tree grew apples,

the wasteland paradise,

God was brought in

blame apportioned.

The whole thing went t*ts up

to the ceiling. A complete

f*ck up and a total ab*rtion.

It's like a rap song.

The children let off hand fulls

of balloons into the sky,

they huddled under the marquis.

The wind chime stopped.

Stream is flagged.

The straight sailing ships

on the sea.

There is a toll gate now in

paradise, absolutely nothing

is for free.

What's the worst

that can happen?

Turning, pushing the hair

from you face

and smiling at me.

MAN: Do you think it's a good

idea to have Suzie coming out

of the toilet?

Just from an aesthetic

and emotional and,

How do you feel Suzie?

SUZIE: I don't mind. No, no.

It's fine.

I don't mind.

[INDISTINCT]

Darling, do you really wanna be

photographed pinning

and dressed up in the toilet?

It's fine. I don't mind.

Just decide though.

Okay.

Well, it probably, oh...

MAN: Let's move the camera

up there.

Can we avoid seeing th toilet?

You won't see the toilet.

You're not going down

into the bowl.

MAN:

What d'you think when you

look at the picture?

Yeah, things are changed.

Um...

I like that because, uh...

because of the position of our

bodies, that we're not, uh,

connected.

That we're sorbed

in our own...

whatever. And, uh... but there

is a real connection as well

at the same time.

Anyway I love that picture.

Actually went to a union

psychiatrist, 'cause I had

some problems or whatever. But,

when you ended up talking about

Suzie all the time because

she's actually much more

interesting than I am,

And he was obviously more

interested in her as well.

Um, and...

and he said, that it was a kind

of untapped

creativity makes... is quite

a common thing, actually

to... for... um,

that she's not doing what

she's supposed to be doing.

So, it's a common

thing for women

to move furniture around.

I mean, what should we do... 2.

Yes?

Where can this go?

It can go back to where it

was the other day.

Back into...

SUZIE:

Where was it the other day?

It was where?

The bike was there. Yeah.

SUZIE: Yeah, but do you want

this out of the shot completely.

If you can just get that.

That could go into

Nick's office.

NICK: She knows I don't like it,

so, um,

tends to happen when I'm

not in the house.

And, so I go away and then I

come back in and it's different.

You don't mind if I put this

back under the...

SUZIE: Yeah, that's fine.

NICK: I found this article of

this guy up north, who had a

similar situation with his wife

and, he would nail...

everything. All the chairs to

the ground and everything like

that. And she would tear them up

and she'd be... it was like,

that chronic. And eventually

he divorced her in the end.

But, um...

doesn't bid well for the future.

'Cause it's cropped up in

couple of Nick's songs,

I'm like...

MAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm really embarrassed.

MAN: I always thought that

it was some brilliant...

He'd come up with

some brilliant kind of,

metaphor, you know...

SUZIE: Yeah, I know.

Is an actual description.

Actual description.

Suzie changes, um, it's better

but Suzie actually changes

the function of the room.

While you asleep, right.

[LAUGHING]

So that you wake up,

and, yeah it's...

it's a different, yeah.

It's like the TV room,

when before it was

the bedroom or something.

No, I unplug it myself, darling.

The woman keeps it

plugged in though.

Suzie, I think here...

they should...

SUZIE: The boots

and everything. Thank you.

NICK: Alright, just take

it in and out.

NICK: Oh, f*ck.

Because there's, um...

SUZIE: Okay.

MAN: Did you see that?

That's Nick Cave.

[SUZIE LAUGHS]

Now, should we just see,

you can see what's gong

on there, Nick.

You can see what you're being

photographed by.

NICK: Yeah.

MAN: You just thought that we'd

leave the house and you'd

be safe from us right?

Yeah. In a sense yeah.

But, we're still filming you,

in 3D.

From another location.

Thats amazing.

But, seriously what...

what do you think about

Suzie's shoes?

Well, let me see her feet.

You see them?

I think you should wear

the high heels.

Okay.

I'll keep them on.

Alright.

Okay.

Now, Suzie, you want to just

explain to us the philosophy

of the dress?

Yeah, um, okay this dress is

based on the American

prairie dress,

and, um...

it's, you know, there's

some cults that all wear

the same dresses...

that was kind of

the inspiration,

because I wanted to do them

in all these different color

pastels.

And I wanted them to be kind

of, instead of, being really

frumpy that they're really

see through. Some of them are

completely see through.

And some of them, like, this

one is sort of,

semi see through.

We can decide how much you...

want to reveal.

MAN: So, its the idea that takes

something that is supposed to

be deeply conservative,

and sexualize it.

Yeah, I guess so. There is that.

And it's not that see through.

So you don't have to worry.

Since, um,

you know, since everything that

happened my work became

something

different, you know. Before it

was something I was doing

you know, because I was enjoying

it and loving it, but, then

it became a real necessity,

I really had to be able to work,

'cause it was the only thing

that would take my mind

off everything.

Yeah.

SUZIE:

I tried to not

allow myself,

to sink down into, you know,

I try to...

You know, to just keep moving

forward and keep looking

forwards, and just, um...

But, sometimes, you know,

physically sometimes I feel

it almost more on my...

Don't know how to describe it.

It's like a physical depression

almost. Not 'cause I'm

depressed, but just the grief

process and, you know, and

everything like that is very...

physical but, very you know,

my work is so diverting,

and, I'm so grateful

for that.

Right.

Nick tells me, "You're really

different when you go..."

Nick really encourages

me to work, and, um,

people have said to me all

that's what... creativity,

where it comes from.

It comes from all other time

from pain and from...

some terrible situations and...

And, then I realized that

that's what was happening

to me.

You know, in a small way.

I haven't got anything I can

say any words of...

wisdom or anything about it.

Because, I'm not at that... I

don't know if I ever will be.

[INDISTINCT]

MAN: Suzie, can tell us

what it is?

Um...

[WHISPERS] It's difficult.

I'm gonna cry.

[GULPS]

Um, well, after Arthur died

I found this in storage.

I just couldn't believe it when

I saw it because, it's a

painting that he did when he was

how old? About five or,

something like that? And it

was... it's of the windmill,

and, you know, just where died.

Um...

And Earl did one as well.

There's two of them.

Um, and then I found this one

and I just kind of couldn't

believe it.

I sort of hid it for a while,

I didn't want to show

Nick, I didn't know what to

do with it,

and, I was upset that it's

framed in black and why

it's framed in black.

I don't know why?

Um, because it was framed

a long time ago,

and it kind of, freaked me out

as well. 'Cause I thought "Why

is it framed in black?"

You know, maybe that's...

you know, it's been really

superstitious, and, um,

anyway yeah.

But, I'm...

I don't really know

what else to say about it.

Really.

Yeah.

Put it over here?

Yeah.

[SIGHS]

NICK: There is more paradise

in hell than what we've been

told.

And every step we take,

we stop from blue.

Lie down and bleed

into the water hole.

And so, the night, it will

in time unfold.

Curled up inside my palm

and it's sleeping too.

There is more paradise in

hell than we've been told.

From your lashes tumble

stars of gold,

star lashes, little splashes

of dew.

Spill across the world

and through my soul.

Now call your tiny animals

to the drinking hole.

Little cat, little bear, little

fire horse, little kangaroo,

there is more paradise in hell

than we've been told.

Little cat, little fire horse

with a shivering foal.

Curled in my demon palm

and dreaming too.

And, all across the world

the night night unfolds.

And all across the night

and through my soul.

But, every step

we take we start

from blue.

Fresh tears bleed into

the water hole.

There is more paradise

in hell than we've been told.

You need... The imagination

needs room to move.

It needs room to invent.

Um, and to dream,

and when

a trauma happens, that's

that big...

It is no room, it's just

no imaginative room around it.

It's just the f*cking trauma.

Um, and I think that was...

that was what the problem

was when I tried to do new

songs in the studio.

It's almost like

the songs, uh...

that songs that you

had written, uh...

in a way... maybe there

were songs you might have

needed.

I don't know.

I don't know about the songs.

Because the songs do seem

to have a...

The...

Um...

There's a sense of helplessness

in the songs.

Yeah. Well, you know...

You know.

When we... you know, it's sort

of talking about this prophetic

nature of all of them,

that sort of stuff, I mean we

gotta take that with a pinch

of salt.

Yeah.

You know, um...

And I don't really care

about their prophetic,

they're not important enough.

At this stage...

but, the way that they've been

presented, the way that...

the way that you hear them

on this record.

It's very much because of

the emotional state,

just... not just of myself but,

everybody actually.

In the studio when we

were doing that...

it's... it's, um,

the kind of state we were all in

gave us, I think a confidence

just to allow this thing

to go out like it was. This

document to go out like it was.

Um, which we wouldn't have done

if events were different,

you know.

Fix this up and we would have

redone this and, um...

There's something about

the naked nature

of the songs that have

um...

Alpha.

Or, you know...

all through.

So we're here.

[BUTTON CLICKS]

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]



When you're feeling

Like a lover

Nothing really

Matters anymore

I saw you standing there

In the supermarket

With your red dress falling

And your eyes are to

The ground

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters

When the one you love is gone

You're still in me, baby

I need you

In my heart, I need you

Cause nothing

Really matters

I'm standing in the doorway

You're walking around my

Place in your red dress

Hair hanging down

With your eyes on one, we

Love the ones we can

Cause nothing really matters

When you're standing

I need you, I need you

Cause nothing

Really matters

We follow the line of

The palms of our hands

You're standing

In the supermarket

Nothing, holding hands

In your red dress, falling

Falling, Falling in

A long black car is

Waiting 'round

I will miss you

When you're gone

I'll miss you when you're

Gone away forever

Cause nothing

Really matters

I thought I knew better

So much better

And I need you

I need you

Cause nothing

Really matters

On the night we

Wrecked like a train

Purring cars

And pouring rain

Never felt right about

Never again

Cause nothing

Really matters

Nothing really

Matters anymore

Not even today

No matter how hard I try

When you're standing in

The aisle

And no, baby

Nothing, nothing, nothing

Nothing

I need, I need, I need you

I need you

In my heart

I need you

Just breathe, just breathe

I need you

[MUSIC FADES]

There are things that are

being torn apart,

and I'm desperately trying

to find

a way of making some

kind of, um...

narrative sense out of it,

if we're talking about song

writing, or, at least

some sense out of it

where, um...

over the... I can do what

it keeps saying in the books.

What people keep saying to me

that It's, uh...

that I can reduce

this chaotic...

mess that's happened down

into something that...

that's more um...

You know, that I can reduce,

distill it down to like

a platitude that I can fit

nicely you know,

a kind of greeting card

sized platitude,

that means something to me,

like, "He lives in my heart",

or something like that.

People say it all

the time to me.

"He lives in my heart",

and I go, "Yeah, yeah, I know,

I know".

But, he doesn't you know.

MAN: He doesn't?

I mean, he is in my heart but,

he doesn't live at all.

And, there is no...

I wanna be able to sit

here and...

round this off in some kind of

way. But, to me it's just

not.

You know, it's just not...

things... it's affected me

in a way that I don't

understand.

So, then my reactions to things

aren't, um,

the same as they used to,

and they used to be able to

predict what would...

I would feel at certain

times and now...

um...

I just have a handle on things

anymore.

Um...

What's that like?

Well, it's frightening

because, uh...

like, I don't know what I'm

f*cking doing now.

For example.

What am I sitting in a...

in a... camera...

being filmed, talking about

this sort of thing.

I wouldn't have dreamed

of doing that before.

MAN: Well, I'm not sure that

I feel entirely comfortable

about it either.

[LAUGHING]

I don't know either.

[DISTANT SKY PLAYING]

Let us go now

My one true love

Call the gasman

Cut the power out

We can set out

We can set out

For the distant sky

Watch the sun

Watch it rising

In your eyes

Let us go now

My darling companion

Set out

For the distant sky

See the sun

See it rising

See it rising

Rising in your eyes

Let us go now

My only companion

Set out for

The distant skies

Soon the children

Will be rising

Will be rising

This is not for our eyes

They told us our gods

Would outlive us

They told us our dreams

Would outlive us

They told us our gods

Would outlive us

But they lied

[VIOLIN PLAYING]

[MUSIC FADES]

NICK: I'm driving in a car

along the M25,

and I'm driving in a car along

the M25, on a tiny blue spec

trapped in a moon beam.

I'm looking out the window,

and up at the countless

and indifferent stars.

I am barely a child, really.

The blue spec spins in

a dark field,

that began 15 billion

years ago.

I'm driving home from

the studio where I've been

making a record.

I'm feeling what every person

who makes a record probably

feels.

That I am making something

of great significance,

and permanence.

Even though in reality I know

what I've committed my self to

is of no real significance.

And, no real permanence.

But, I have something

that the universe has not

never has had.

And will never have.

Consciousness.

My consciousness exists only

at this given time,

it has no past.

And no future.

But, it's present, is bigger

in magnitude than

all the trillion stars

and planets, and galaxies.

There's no, um...

it... you know, I can put it in

different ways with...

and make it sound nice

and stuff like that,

what happened, and...

you just kind of, tied up in

language and stuff like that,

but, actually...

every time I try and articulate

it just... just...

does the whole...

does him a disservice.

That's what it feels

like to me.

You know, 'cause it's...

it happened to us

but, to happened to him.

Um, and that's um...

like the day, or the night,

and around that time is, um...

is like this place...

you just don't wanna go,

you know.

It's like...

all the rest around

is okay, I can

deal with that. I can deal with

that. It's okay. In fact that's

something I wanted to say...

is that...

if everything is not okay, but,

it's also okay.

Right? Things go on,

and, you know, if

anyone's interested,

the records go on.

And, we're still going

what we do.

Um, and the work goes on.

Um...

And, in that respect things...

continue.

Can we hear the, uh...

song please?

Jake, where ever you are.

What ever, we just want

to see how it goes.

Okay.

NICK:

Can you do one one way,

and one they other way?

Here we go guys,

And...

[CLICK]

We're rolling.

[SKELETON TREE PLAYING]

Sunday morning

Skeleton tree

Oh, nothing is for free

In the window, a candle

Well, maybe you can see

Fallen leaves thrown

Against the sky

A jittery TV

Glowing white like fire

Nothing is for free

I called out

I called out

Right across the sea

But the echo comes

Back empty

Nothing is for free

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

Sunday morning

Skeleton tree

Pressed against the sky

The jittery TV

Glowing white like fire

And I called out

I called out

Right across the sea

And I called out

I called out

Nothing is for free

And it's

Alright

Now

And it's

Alright

Now

And it's

Alright

Now.

Anyway, that's what

I mean, you know...

All of this stuff that I'm

saying now it just...

it feels like,

it's just a lot of

bullshit to me.

You know, it may mean something

but, in the end,

in the end there's something

that happened,

um, and there's a kind of,

like a ring around that

event...

um, it's fenced off.

And, everything else is okay

around it but, there's just

something that happened

in that short space of time

that we can never get

that far away from.

That we're, uh...

You probably

don't want to.

Well, it's I think,

you know, when I looked

at the film back there was

something I was rattling all

about time being elastic.

Yeah.

And that is

I think, that's what I meant

that we're attached to this

event. And that we move

away like that and we're

line on a rubber band.

And life can go on, and on,

and on, but eventually,

it just keeps coming

back to that thing.

And that's, uh...

that's some kind of

trauma, I guess.

NICK:

It's strange reading those

scripts back, those,

lyrics...

from my song book back.

And, you know, they're okay.

They're actually kind

of beautiful really.

But, at the time they never

revealed themselves as such.

And they just thought

that I was writing

a lot of rubbish.

That was one of

the things I lost.

That was one of the things

that I lost hard.

A sense of belief in myself.

Like I had f*cked up bad.

The me and Suzie had looked

away for a terrible moment.

And this reflected savagely

on everything else.

My belief in the good in things

in the world.

In ourselves, evaporated.

But, you know, after a while,

after a time,

Suzie and I decided

to be happy.

This happiness seemed to

be an act of revenge.

An act of defiance.

To care about each other,

and everyone else.

And to be careful.

To be careful with each other.

And the ones around us.

I'm walking through

Deep water

It's all but I can do

I'm walking through

Deep water

Trying to get to you

Your face is hidden from me

But your love is not

I will not reach for other

Things till I know what

I have got

I'm walking through

Deep water

Trying to get to you

I'm walking through

Deep water

I have no time to lose

I'm walking through

Deep water

There's nothing

Left to choose

This little heart of mine

Got loaded up with chains

The world just swirls

Around me

The water makes its claim

I'm walking through

Deep water

Trying to get to you

Who will calm my fears?

Who will drive my

tears away

Who will calm my fears?

Who will drive my

Tears away

I'm walking through

Deep water

Nearer to the sea

I'm asking the deep water

Don't take my love from me

I'll dance with little ladies

With a hundred just like me

They hold their breath

And hesitate

And dance beneath the sea

I'm walking through

Deep water

Trying to get to you

[MUSIC FADES]

NICK: One, two, three, four...

Come one

Morning comes

A jittery TV

I call out the window

When the morning comes

Nothing is for free

Nothing is for free

Fire

Nothing

Can narrow the bed

Glowing white like fire

And I called out the window

Down in the sea

But the echo

Comes back in, dear

'Cause nothing is for free

And I called out the window

Skeleton tree

[MUSIC FADES]