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My brother says all the great artists had to get off this island. The ones who stayed got depressed and turned into alcoholics. Makes sense. You talk about your brother a lot. Do you really love him? He was gonna go to Germany when he was younger. But my parents would never let him go without finishing school.
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"End of term disco at the school hall. DJ and lights." So? I say we ask if we can play there. First gig. - We're not ready. - We could be. We need a deadline, something to prepare for. We have exams. We need to prepare for them. Yeah, they're midterm exams. They don't mean anything. Yeah, well, they do to my ma. She wants me to go to college. Get qualifications and all. Will there be girls at the disco? - Yes. - I say we do it. We have five songs. We'd need a half-hour set, so three more. # Who the hell are you # # To tell me what to do # # You wear a dress # # And tell me not to wear brown shoes # # Do you think you... # Come on, where are you going? It's half-9:00 at night. Why are you acting, all of a sudden, as if it matters? - Come on, this is bullshit. - As if you care? You're gonna go down the street. You're gonna be back in ten minutes. - Not this time. - That's what you always say. It is not what I always say! - It's 9:00 at night! It's dark! - I've got somewhere to go to. You're not taking the car. I suppose Mr. What's-His-Name will come around in his. - His name's Tony. - Tony can come around with his. What about this dress? This dress is lovely. Do you want to take that one? - Don't touch my things! - You'd look pretty sexy in that one. When was the last time you noticed anything I wore, any way that I looked? That's a pretty sexy one, isn't it? He'll love that one, won't he? What about knickers? Have you got knickers? - You probably don't. You don't need knickers... - Just put them away!
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Okay. So the idea of this video is about a guy standing halfway down a pier, and a beautiful woman walks past him towards the lighthouse. Half an hour later, she hasn't come back. So he investigates, but she's gone. What? She killed herself. No, she's a mermaid, and she's jumped back into the sea. You see, she got washed up in a fishing net so she's been in the city, and she's been dying to get back to the water, to her friends. Back to where she belongs. That's much better. I know. Okay, so we're playing here and Raphina walks by. - So where do I jump from? - Here. - Aah! - Yeah. How'd that look, lads? Yeah, it looked all right. It's a bit shit. That supposed to look like they're jumping in or something? Yeah. It doesn't.
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# Fake deals in the supermarket # # TVs selling what you can't get # # She laughs, "Nowhere is as pretty as this" # # Gray cars crawlin' in the slow lane # # Lost stars waiting for the DART train # # She smiles, turns and blows the city a kiss # # Under the waves I feel her # # Pull my body down... # - Shit. - # Under the waves # - What the hell, Raphina? - # She takes me... # Keep bloody filming! Save me! I can't swim! # I can be miles away # # She calls to me # # This girl is a beautiful sea # # The girl is a beautiful sea. # - What were you thinking? - Did you get it? Yeah, it was great! Ah! Fantastic! Can you really not swim? No. So why'd you do that, then? For our art, Cosmo. You can never do anything by half. Do you understand that?
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You know, on a clear day, you can actually see the mainland of Britain. Island's only 30 miles from the coast of Wales. Bet you didn't know that. It has to have just rained, no dust in the air. You can just about see it. No way. How do you know stuff like that? My granddad worked on the ships to Holyhead. He used to take me out here. We used to go out in his little boat, fishing. Wow. So I can wave back to you when I'm in London.
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So how do you mean you're "happy-sad"? Yeah, how am I supposed to market that? It means we're not pop anymore. We were pop? Listen, I'm happy being anything. I just want to play music. That's fine. Be who you are, Eamon. Well, I don't know who I am. Maybe I'm happy-sad, too. I don't know. What does happy-sad even mean? How can we be both things? It makes no sense. It means that I'm stuck in this shithole full of morons and rapists and bullies, and I'm gonna deal with it, okay? It's just how life is. I'm gonna try and accept it and get on with it and make some art. So how does that affect our music? - Positively. - All right.
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