In the Morning - Nils Frahm.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Enda Walsh
[00:00.198]welcome to the late night tales story
[00:03.515]《in the morning》
[00:05.047]written by enda walsh narrated by me Cillian Murphy
[00:10.153]they were once made of course these wooden blinds
[00:15.259]once brand new wrapped days fling probably
[00:19.859]onboard is part of a bigger dream
[00:22.916]by a young couple maybe
[00:26.237]who made a longish car journey to the outskirts of the city
[00:29.555]two awarehouse housing various homewares
[00:34.653]on the wooden blinds
[00:37.472]so carefully placed in the buddha their car
[00:41.562]and removed and carried up to this
[00:44.870]i think it must be a flat
[00:46.652]i'm not too sure yet but
[00:49.207]but the wooden blinds with cares still are attached to the window
[00:56.346]and she and he
[00:58.145]list of sat on the sofa
[01:01.463]a sofa i'm aware of but have not looked at yet
[01:06.817]fry know it's lying there
[01:10.129]but they sat on the sofa drinking tea and eating her packet of biscuits
[01:15.753]instead of these wooden blinds
[01:19.070]i want they felt in their stomachs
[01:22.392]beneath the sugary mush of tea mixed with biscuits
[01:26.488]they must have felt was
[01:28.782]pleasure
[01:30.565]a pleasure
[01:32.105]success
[01:34.397]they have lost their luster these blinds but completely but
[01:40.001]a few summers have begged them dullum
[01:42.564]even from where i'm lying i can see it or maybe just guess it
[01:47.662]that from the outside their grain like i am
[01:51.489]they are tired like i have been
[01:55.327]they have been ignored
[01:57.625]like everything else
[01:59.921]i try again to think of the faces of the couple
[02:03.995]who bought these blinds
[02:06.048]who owned this flat
[02:08.097]for now i'm sure it's a flat
[02:10.910]but
[02:11.932]i can't see their faces when i shut my eyes
[02:14.728]in the darkness i tried to construct what they looked like again and so drag together eyes and noses with known definition
[02:24.100]hair that moves like a cloud on a changeable head
[02:27.422]i make some composite of a man and a woman whose features bleed back into black
[02:32.787]i said my eyes back open
[02:36.114]back onto the wooden blinds
[02:40.463]my stomach silence for a moment
[02:43.278]not from anything eaten i don't eat
[02:47.105]i know that much
[02:48.887]flying on the floor is a cream colored carpet i can see that now
[02:54.250]and lying here on this carpet i can feel my stomach cherilus soundness with the rest of me with my hand is certainly
[03:02.670]what if i done
[03:04.721]speaks
[03:07.628]but it knows
[03:10.185]it talks through the wooden blinds
[03:13.505]unspoken it calls me to sit up
[03:16.058]to walk around the flash to uncover what it was
[03:19.383]to uncover what happened here to look at the sofa
[03:23.938]i can't
[03:25.735]i won't
[03:27.520]because i know chords
[03:32.119]i have blood in my hands
[03:34.165]i won't look at them
[03:36.460]i can feel the blood there
[03:38.757]and there is a lot of blood
[03:41.316]my fingers
[03:42.841]the skin stretched there must be much blood i get dry now the curl over the calf of my shirt
[03:51.540]it's wet still the cough
[03:54.807]and i'm aware of my clothes and how they are on me
[03:57.363]dying the mill crumpled everything else trying at least
[04:01.441]but for the wet coughs the coughs in my eyes
[04:07.333]i seem to be crying
[04:09.369]and i
[04:10.654]just yet
[04:12.191]but i feel like i should be
[04:14.979]and the eyes are asking me to think about what happened last night
[04:19.065]for it's morning time and i've woken like this before
[04:22.637]in another room
[04:24.946]other rooms
[04:28.011]the soundness turns and images i can see of me as a shadow
[04:34.386]having found my way into the room i shouldn't be in
[04:38.067]i sit watching television
[04:41.139]sometimes i make myself a cup of coffee depending on the type of coffee that the family buy and always i sit and wait and it seemed
[04:49.564]and it seems wrong to open drawers or wardrobes to enter bedrooms even seems disgusting and intrusive definitely and wrong to to steal that coffee to use the electricity to wash whatever is on
[05:03.043]but i do
[05:05.088]why shouldn't i
[05:06.617]i sit andand i sat often on sofas,and is the most still i feel,with nothing on my mind the world is frozen and only the silent moving images of daytime television brightly hitting my eyes but not my mind
[05:24.946]the mind is untouched still
[05:28.011]turning
[05:29.554]imperceptible
[05:34.081]to sit in another person's life
[05:37.136]to sit surrounded by their things
[05:40.455]a world that's invisible to them now
[05:43.504]a place grondahl and beneath norma a room ignored as this room was before i sat here and made it something special,to sleep through life
[05:54.423]to get so easily the wonder and effort of how your life is pulled around you and how it stays
[06:00.555]when all outside is sliding in crashing about to forget with easy indifference the home that you made the room that you made to keep you safe to forget all of this
[06:12.838]how many times have i sat
[06:15.891]another people selfies and waited to kill them
[06:20.431]money
[06:23.176]A reckoning i'll bring
[06:25.474]a reckoning to the spoiled
[06:27.509]do the forgetful
[06:29.306]from the carpet i look up and see them on the sofa
[06:32.876]there still
[06:34.598]i can hear their souls wailing outside
[06:37.920]calling me out of this room
[06:40.730]out of this flat
[06:42.706]back onto the streets
[06:46.727]my rest is over
[06:49.466]it's morning time
[06:52.200]and time to move on
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