unspoken word

yes
yes i’ll be in your film
even though i’m not an actress
yes i’ll come crew for your film for free
yes I’ll come see your band play
and then fall in love with it so much
i won’t be able to say no
to being in your music video

yes i fucking love
the wardrobe you designed
for that short film so
i’ll buy a dress
from your independant label
and wear it while constantly saying
how fantastic it is
and yes
i’ll shoot the behind the scenes
for your first fashion show
actually
i’d be honoured

yes i can’t wait
for your book to be translated
yes i want your book published
in english so i can read it
yes i love your poems
they’re making mine more lyrical
maybe yours have more rhyme now
what…you went home
and wrote a poem?
but you never liked poetry
right?

yes
use my studio to edit
while i’m away
yes stay in my flat
while i’m away
yes i’ll come see you dj
even when i’m totally exhausted
because
i believe in what you’re doing

yes we’ll dance around
the dj box
even though its
more of a bar thing
yes we’ll create
the party around you
because we
want that for you

by the way…
did i tell you i took your
poetry book with me
and turned a poem
into a song?
by the way
did you know i took the title
of your poem
and turned it
into a song?
come and listen to it
lets play

lets sit around
in a pretentious hipster bar
we once loved
and play
cards
well i won’t play…
but when our friend passes
his ipod around
for us to listen
to the acappella tracks he recorded
our little crew will resound
with respect and insist that
yes the tracks are brilliant
and they need to be out there

what??!!
you write, and make music, and paint???
when i google the words
*artist flat*
will i see your studio?
no seriously. but really
is it ok if i
come over and record. yes?
we’ll spend two hours
even though i thought
it would take twenty minutes
and you’ll then come up
with ways to meld it with
sound design

what???
you turned down that gig as a booker
to concentrate on turntablism?
and you still refuse to go digital?
well…props to you girl.
come over to my house
lets get out the projector
and watch a woody allen film
with a mixed crowd of
germans and auslanders
and end up in a
hyped up debate about
the problems of dating

and i”m working on this edit
but i’m feel a little guilty
because i didn’t finish editing
the video we shot of his
street art in action
but he’s busy
i think he forgives me

and i’m still playing
with this script,
because they’re both such
great actresses and i want to
write something for them
specifically
i want to play
lets play.

we play alot
but somehow we
also work hard
our work comes out
of that play
and yes sometimes we
stay out all night
and yes sometimes we
play with substances a little
but then we come down
and sleep and wake up and
we write and produce
and perform about
all this life we’re living

and the work is so good
its easy to be support
and yes
its much colder.
but hey
the sun is shining…

i admit
i have this way of lighting firecrackers
then looking confused
when the smoke emits
like a wide eyed child
unaware of her accident
i rarely act with thought of
consequence
i never expect anyone to take me seriously
when anyone does
i’m a little mystified
 i’m far more innocent
than most give me credit for

and I feel…
mixed up
like the change in my wallet
which is the foreign currency?
which is foreign?
which city am I in?
who can I call now?
who costs less to call?
who’s calling?

Oh sorry
the voice mail said
I thought you were still in London
I then read a text asking
if I was back in Berlin
an email asking when I’m back
back
I’m back to back
with two cities

all change
swap keys
swap partners
tick the next box
on your dance card

I was dancing to minimal techno
at a club by Treptow
before I left
three days later
I was dancing in a club in Old street
to minimal techno again
I said goodbye at the end of the night to my dj friend
four days later in Berlin
I said hello to him again

and there’s an ocean
there are borders
there’s a divide
but its laced with connections

I’m in
a german speaking country
but often i forget
because if my german fails
i’m questioned again
in english
but my german
felt trapped under my tounge
when i walked around London

and sometimes it seems like
wherever I am
I’m the other
the outsider
and yes its always been
a little bit that way
but London became home for me
definitively
I’d settled
and when the contract
was drawn up and ready to sign I
walked away…?

but the thing is
I settle quickly so
months later Berlin was home
and as I set about making it so
explaining to those
I was leaving behind
I returned here and felt
homeless again….
and I couldn’t tell you why but

I feel…. like
I’m on borrowed time
between the between
an oyster card
where my my bike key should be
or more like

the mixed up change in my pocket
which is the foreign currency?
which is foreign?
which city am in?
who do I call now?
who costs less to call?
who’s… calling?