- 1Voice Actor, Coni, Rune Kielsgaard - Life's a mess
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"Sell your records,
sell your clothes,
go for it,
leave it all behind.
Get your stuff over,
start your life over,
come on closer,
leave yourself behind
Take a break.
Trust no one.
Life's a mess
and no one is right
told you all the time
Told you, kept telling you, you just weren't listening. It was half-term. Crispy snowy afternoon. I had set myself exactly twenty minutes for pick-up time. Twenty minutes. I calculated it. I wasn't going to be late."
And then the window.
The big glass window. And the bike lock chain — just a light swing, lighter than you'd think, curiosity meeting physics— and the glass went. From bottom centre-left outward like the shooting of a spiderweb, row by row, in the silent snowy cushioned air, spreading, branching; it was pretty spectacular. I watched it in awe. The kind of thing you can't look away from because it's already happening and stopping watching it isn't going to stop it — I watched the pattern in the breaking.
— and then the calculation began. The cold calculation that I've done something irreversible. How bad. How much. — think big, think quick,---- somewhere between the initial shock and Rustlings Road I passed through the whole cycle. The mourning cycle. The entire thing. Denial — it wasn't that bad. It was that bad. Bargaining — maybe the insurance would cover it. Anger — why did I even — and then, by Ecclesall Road, quietly, without ceremony — acceptance. The glass is cracked. The window is gone, This is what happened today.
The insurance covered most of it. Not all — that money is gone. A consequence with a price tag — I have left that behind now.
Acceptance arrived somewhere on Rustlings Road, the glass already settling into its new shape.
Life's a mess and no one is right.
Told you all the time.
Recorded between Paris, Sheffield and Copenhagen 2023-2026
Lyrics co written by Voice Actor & Coni
Music co produced by Coni & Rune Kielsgaard
Illustration by Luca van Grinsven
sell your clothes,
go for it,
leave it all behind.
Get your stuff over,
start your life over,
come on closer,
leave yourself behind
Take a break.
Trust no one.
Life's a mess
and no one is right
told you all the time
Told you, kept telling you, you just weren't listening. It was half-term. Crispy snowy afternoon. I had set myself exactly twenty minutes for pick-up time. Twenty minutes. I calculated it. I wasn't going to be late."
And then the window.
The big glass window. And the bike lock chain — just a light swing, lighter than you'd think, curiosity meeting physics— and the glass went. From bottom centre-left outward like the shooting of a spiderweb, row by row, in the silent snowy cushioned air, spreading, branching; it was pretty spectacular. I watched it in awe. The kind of thing you can't look away from because it's already happening and stopping watching it isn't going to stop it — I watched the pattern in the breaking.
— and then the calculation began. The cold calculation that I've done something irreversible. How bad. How much. — think big, think quick,---- somewhere between the initial shock and Rustlings Road I passed through the whole cycle. The mourning cycle. The entire thing. Denial — it wasn't that bad. It was that bad. Bargaining — maybe the insurance would cover it. Anger — why did I even — and then, by Ecclesall Road, quietly, without ceremony — acceptance. The glass is cracked. The window is gone, This is what happened today.
The insurance covered most of it. Not all — that money is gone. A consequence with a price tag — I have left that behind now.
Acceptance arrived somewhere on Rustlings Road, the glass already settling into its new shape.
Life's a mess and no one is right.
Told you all the time.
Recorded between Paris, Sheffield and Copenhagen 2023-2026
Lyrics co written by Voice Actor & Coni
Music co produced by Coni & Rune Kielsgaard
Illustration by Luca van Grinsven
