Stunt Show And Circus

... in which I explain why the right music is. Everything.

How will you get yourself
Out of this one
You stand by watching
And this is how
Your life is turning out

- Stunt Show, Something for Kate

She picks up the pieces of the broken mirror hoping she would cut herself by mistake. Tiny shards of glass on the cold floor seemed much warmer than the life she wished to flow out of her hands. He didn't care about either. She knew he would do something like this. He always did. And that was the worst. The look in his eyes, saying miles more than any words that came out of his pressed lips. The curses she could take, the violence she couldn't.

Like two sides of a coin that's spinning in the air waiting for a decision. It's more and more words of a story that isn't going anywhere. But it's told well. His voice is mature, lazy and sober. Like last night was good. Like there's the nothingness of a brand new day to sleep through waiting for another good night.

He knew it would happen, again. She had slept with him, again. She didn't have to show it for him to know. Why couldn't she just leave him? Make things easier for the both of them. Why is life so complicated? It was better before when he didn't know. And he didn't want to leave her. So he got angry. And when he got angry, she usually got hurt.

They play as if they know very few people will listen. The guitars are here, the voice is there. The beat stops, starts, trots along and plays itself into a rhythm not defined by time, person or place. Measured but indifferent. Deliberate but uncaring. Crafty but finally slipping away into something of a chorus in this lecture of hurt.

She didn't do it this time. All she did was talk to him. Why won't he see that? Why does it always mean what it was before? She's tired of explaining. But she can't take the pain. That's why she does what she does. In the inevitability of something that's bound to happen, he opens his mouth. To scream again.

It's a slow dance into oblivion. A conversation that isn't meant to get over. The chorus calls out to the waiters holding glasses of wine for the buffet that's about to begin. At the line they wait for the signal. And then they go and feast like hungry guitar players waiting to haunt someone with a tune that's not really a tune but something that they can put words to. It doesn't make any sense. And that's the best part.

He can't take it anymore. The constant thinking, the perpetual noises in his head he doesn't want to hear. Outside seems inviting. *inside wants out* Who will you be tomorrow? What are you trainspotting? He moves to the door, turns the latch.

She cries. Again.

Download: Something For Kate - Stunt Show [MP3]