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How To Dress Well - "Nonkilling 6 | Hunger" from 'The Anteroom', out now on Domino Record Co.
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Written and Directed by Tom Krell & Justin Daashuur Hopkins
Director of Photography: Yoshino
Lighting and Additional Cameras: James Mountford Studio
Interactive Digital FX and Projections: Cloaking
Styling: Jessie Jamz
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“Nonkilling 6 | Hunger” lyrics
Winter raging
The color gone,
hands were blue and cold
A recitation –
I slowly read you Tomb for Anatole:
He was eight years old.
A dead child is no
occasion for a song –
Where did I go wrong?
When they say face facts,
disobey that:
there’s singing still left to be done.
They still can’t name that
fragrant
wind rolling off a corpse.
Until the day that you play back
the tape that you made –
record your mother saying every word,
pronounce the gray that
the rains had brought over the sun,
like a veil to suffocate the earth.
(But hunger is first.)
And I could feel in my body time rushing in,
the way nothing must have felt when something started to begin.
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong:
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum.
***
I remember snow ...
Saw it fall ...
Watched a child learn
The word
‘nightfall’
And sleep
because it’s sad,
or not sleep at all–
I learned the word
‘forever’
from Demerol–
I let my body go: I feed the thaw.
Like jumping off a cliff, but never falling.
A dust finer than smoke,
a memory in my throat,
A flame that pulses cold,
A faraway echo ...
And I could feel in my body time rushing in,
the way nothing must have felt when something started to begin.
The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong:
Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum.
I remember snow ...
Saw it fall ...
Watched a child learn
The word
‘nightfall’
And sleep
because it’s sad,
or not sleep at all–
I learned the word
‘forever’
from Demerol–
I let my body go: I feed the thaw.