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Another warm chlorinated night The pool throws blue light The harbor sprawling in the garden The spirit of the earth Coming up through the ground Tonight there is no weather As if out here You're on a set Of painted on yachts Fake glittering stars The pool turns out to be blue cellophane The grass is actually paper The camera moves in We detach from our unit Actors uncertain He motions to someone out of view Shares a joke And accepts a drink From some accomplice Sipping quiet he's waiting for his monologue Mynah birds still whirr and click But all else is still and listening A makeup girl does his hair and disappears The actor is actually playing you SongtexteWe dissolve in close He finishes his drink He begins, ahh 'A long time ago...' He leaves off Someone hands him a phone Something terrible has occurred Is this part of the story? The audience may at this point choose If you want a happy ending Then you may jump to another story If you wanted to see some more of the yachts They'll be back in other scenes Yeah! If you think you can move along a little faster Here we go... The actor is having an argument We overhear: 'Bu... But... But that's... but that's not possible! I... I... I know, but why... but when... why wouldn't know... They'll never know... but why wouldn't... I... Cue in music Moonlight Sonata Sped up with some subtle disco beat Bring up more starry light Let a zephyr blow through this garden A woman appears on the set It's that famous actress who is the actor's girlfriend in real life But who is actually also playing your wife in this film They embrace She takes the phone from the actor And dismisses the crew We're left dangling We can't wait to find out If, how, why If, how, why We think about the nature of performance And we see the garden darken Clouds now cover the stars The yacht's completely gone The harbor was a projection Actress was a hologram The garden was a stage Aww, the night is suddenly gone We're blinking in the sudden light People push past The air is filled with smoke, perfume, sweat Voices shout, some whisper A cab pulls up Now this is strange We climb inside The actor is in there He slides over begrudgingly Wow, he really looks like you close up We begin our journey Him on one side, you on the other I fall asleep Ha! When I awake I'm confused Who is who? Who is who? Who is who? Who is who? The driver turns around 'This would be your stop' And the cab stops You get out We drive on The actor decides to act like you He mimics your lazy minions He has perfected your accent His makeup and hair are amazing Even from here I can't believe they even knew where you live We pull up outside your house The actress playing your wife comes out Out of your house Carrying a phone She climbs in the front seat She hands you--I mean, the actor--the phone You deny everything I mean the actor No, but that's not true That's just not true Cars speed past The hum of the city Song of the day The actor hangs up On closer examination the phone is a prop He reads from a script all but concealed Why? Why did you give Kilbey my number? She answers with: 'Maybe this is an imposter Kilbey is your friend, what do you mean?' He replies: 'I feel like he's watching us all the time Incorporating us into one of his songs Writing about our lives In his dispassionate way' The cab turns into Cleveland Street The driver turns around 'Just after these lights then' There's so much I would like to ask the actress I lean forward to say something The taxi stops We climb out We come to a warehouse We go in where they are making a film We go in where they are making a film We go in where they are making a film The garden A harbor The pool The chlorine The alcohol A hot night is invoked A breeze maker emits a gentle breeze The recorded sounds of a distant drunken party People, laughter, drifting on the air Woozy music Glasses clinking Ice tinkling Yachts on the harbor People on board waving to us Drinking Laughing Waving Summer Holiday Night Antics Rockets go up Framing the bridge Push out of the crowd Crowd of extras and wardrobe people Some wearing swimming costumes Some in evening wear More fireworks More fireworks Their soft explosions thumping the night Revelry Abandonment Music swelling up Credits roll You leave the premises Aus Songtexte Mania