I Am Not a Hipster Page #6

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What don't you just

tell Spaceface

to hit the space bar

and let the magic begin, huh?

(Crickets chirping)

Until I wake up,

cold and sick

Praying that I can

undo what I did

Even if I don't know

what that was

I really f***ed up, didn't I?

But please don't

judge me for

In due time

I won't bury

my heart in hindsight

And maybe you could love

Only girl

Mmm

Ooh

Ooh

(Speaking Japanese on video)

MAN:

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you doing?

(Speaking Japanese on video)

Are you all right?

Ever hear of Miki Endo?

Miki who?

She lived in one of the cities

that got hit the worst.

Over half the people died there.

She was the one broadcasting the

warnings on the local station,

telling everyone to

get to higher ground.

She kept saying, over and over,

"Get to higher ground.

The tsunami is coming,"

over and over and over.

She never let go

of the microphone,

until the waves just

destroyed the whole city.

One of the old men

that made it to safety

been listening to her broadcasts

said they saw her

get swept away.

(Speaking Japanese)

She was younger than me.

(Speaking Japanese)

F***, it hurts so bad.

What? Your stomach?

Are you sick?

No. Maybe. I don't know. Just...

What's... What's wrong?

Uhh... I think, uhh...

(Sighing)

I think I just remembered

how f***ing lonely I am.

(Grunting)

(Panting)

(Coughing)

(Crying)

I miss...

I miss Mom.

(Crying)

I know you do.

(Crying)

It's going to be okay,

all right?

Come on, Brook.

Come on.

(Birds chirping)

(Machine whirring)

We should probably

get going soon.

Okay.

(Whirring)

You okay?

I'll be fine.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, sweetie.

Days gone by

What's up with the boat?

Without things I like

Did you want me

to swim out there?

Praise bad dreaming of

Sanctuary beaches

Right in front of me

Ooh, ooh

(Gull squawking)

Hi, Mama.

We're here. We finally made it.

We really miss you.

But don't worry about us.

We're... We're okay.

We're all okay.

We love you.

Okay, say hi

to the dolphins for me.

(Gull squawking)

(Whistling)

I'm going with you.

Okay, we got go get passed

before we get in.

F***!

Sh*t!

What's wrong?

I lost her.

(Gull squawking)

What are they going to do

if they find her?

Fish her out

and throw her back in?

She's probably

laughing her ass off right now.

(Chuckling)

Your mom...

She never liked to do things

like regular people.

Four years before you were born,

she knew what your name was,

all of you,

said she wanted 'em

to be unique,

so we'd know

which ones were ours.

When she had you,

they tried to give her

that needle thing

in her spine for the pain.

She wouldn't do it.

She heard from some hippie that

it was bad for the baby so...

Pushing you out feet first,

no painkiller...

She squeezed my hand so hard,

she broke my finger.

Really?

Wore a splint on it

for two weeks.

I told her I...

I busted it working on

that old Ford truck.

I just didn't want her to know

she was stronger than me.

But she was.

(Gulls squawking)

I'm sorry I didn't show up

at the funeral.

It's okay.

(Gulls squawking)

Woo!

I found her!

Dad, I can't believe

you did that on the boat.

I totally thought

you were going to die.

Yeah, Dad, that was scary.

Come on. I was holding onto

the boat the whole time.

I wasn't a big deal.

Oh, yeah right.

Was it, Mez?

It was kind of bad.

I can't believe you all do that.

Nobody believes anything I say.

Everybody has to look at Mez.

Why do you look at Mez?

It's because you're basically

a pathological liar.

That's so mean and not true.

Yeah, it is. Ask Mez.

Okay, no.

And you're violent.

And you're violent.

Okay. Mez, what are you doing?

My shoes are still wet.

Here, let me take that.

Nah, nah, I got this.

Okay, all right,

well you know what?

You guys are

going to kill yourselves.

And I'm not going to watch.

Here. Thanks, Dad.

That it?

That's it.

Backseat, please.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't bump your head.

Thank you.

It was good to see you guys.

Come here.

You guys, come here.

I can't reach you.

Come visit sometime.

I'll think about it.

(Birds chirping)

See you, Pops.

Try to eat a little bit more,

huh? You look a little thin.

Okay.

You take care.

SPRING:

Ten seconds.

Hurry!

Oh, God.

(Chuckling)

Ow.

Awesome. Shotgun.

(Engine starting)

(Birds chirping)

(Water running)

What's up?

I'm sorry, man. You forgive me?

'Cause if you don't, then...

(Retching)

(Knocking)

CLARKE:

You okay?

(Door opening)

Brook, you okay?

Hey.

I know you think

you're going to mess this up.

But you're not.

(Whispering)

Sorry about that.

It's been a pretty crazy week.

Uhh, I don't know.

Umm, don't know why I'm up here

singing all these whiny songs

when people in other places are

drowning in their living rooms.

But, uhh, also, I just wanted to

tell you thank you

for coming out,

really appreciate you coming

to listen to my music.

And, uhh,

I'm going to do a really old

one, if that's okay.

This is a... the song I was

supposed to sing at a funeral.

She wasn't a sad person.

So, it's not a sad song.

Cold December morning

Woke me from my window

So I stood to see

The winter glow

I could see you

standing outside

With Rufus at your heel

Staring at the dull light

Falling pink upon

The snowy field

I remember when you said

Comfort's the first thing

we forget

Once the light of day

Has passed

You said we've come

to love the oak groves

Because they all see

what we know

And when we watch

their growth

We watch our own

When I close my eyelids

Deep into the night

Still can see the shape

Of light that shone

around you all my life

Oh, oh, oh, oh,

the autumn rain

So, oh, oh, oh, oh,

cast in for days

And you walked aside

Into the armour's grave

To baptise

The underneath

So we'd know that

We make little ourselves

And tired

You're freezing

In a photo

We remember it well

Though the pressure makes

our bodies ache

And the darkness

swallows up the day

Our tiny mouths have

only things to say

Ooh

Oh, oh

Ooh

Oh, oh

Ooh

Oh, oh

Ooh

Oh, oh

Ooh

Oh, oh

Ooh

Oh, oh

Ooh

Oh, oh

Ooh

Ooh

Ooh

What makes a man cave?

To the simple escape

From his days?

Is it only a triumph

For the fear?

Of what happens when

Waking disappears?

Or do we secretly

love these tears?

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