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The Broken Man (2012) Lyrics: Some things are so dark that woe betide the light that shines on them I swear to god I thought it was a sign This shallow grave recedes with every darkened patch of sky The withered, wearied features start resembling mine And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear Are your own Some things scar your heart so deeply that a howl is not enough To adequately purge the soul of pain Still you yearn for contact but the burden that you shoulder means you'll never trust a living soul again And in the disparate clamour of the chaos that surrounds you It's hard to know which of the voices that you hear Are your own This is how it feels to be alone, just like we'll die alone This is how it feels to be alone This is how it feels to be alone This is all that we can call our own Dust flesh and bone This is how it feels to be alone Just like we'll die alone Matt Elliott is an English folk guitarist and singer from Bristol, England, who plays dark folk music. He also produced and recorded electronic music under the name The Third Eye Foundation. In 2003 he released his first album under his own name, The Mess We Made, which marked a stylistic shift from the Third Eye Foundation releases. I used an excerpt of footage from Joris Ivens' short film Regen / Rain, (1929). A day in the life of a rain-shower as a city symphony. Joris Ivens films Amsterdam and its changing appearance during a rain-shower. A very poetic film with changing moods, following the change from sunny Amsterdam streets to raindrops in the canals and the pouring rain on windows, umbrellas, trams and streets, until it clears up and the sun breaks through once again. Rain becomes a character, rather than a subject.
