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VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED: the video has been identified to potentially trigger seizures for people with photosensitive epilepsy. How To Dress Well - "Nonkilling 6 | Hunger" from 'The Anteroom', out now on Domino Record Co. Subscribe to Domino Record Co on YouTube: http://smarturl.it/DominoYT Buy 'The Anteroom': http://smarturl.it/TheAnteroomLP Digital: http://smarturl.it/TheAnteroom Stream & Save "Nonkilling 6 | Hunger": http://smarturl.it/HungerStrm Follow How To Dress Well: YouTube: http://smarturl.it/HowToDressWellYT Website: http://howtodresswell.com/ Facebook: http://smarturl.it/HowToDressWellFB Twitter: http://smarturl.it/HowToDressWellTW Instagram: http://smarturl.it/HowToDressWellIN Spotify: http://smarturl.it/HowToDressWellSP Follow Domino Record Co: YouTube: http://smarturl.it/DominoYT Website: http://smarturl.it/DominoRecordCo Facebook: http://smarturl.it/DominoFB Twitter: http://smarturl.it/DominoTW Instagram: http://smarturl.it/DominoIN Written and Directed by Tom Krell & Justin Daashuur Hopkins Director of Photography: Yoshino Lighting and Additional Cameras: James Mountford Studio Interactive Digital FX and Projections: Cloaking Styling: Jessie Jamz ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Nonkilling 6 | Hunger” lyrics Winter raging The color gone, hands were blue and cold A recitation – I slowly read you Tomb for Anatole: He was eight years old. A dead child is no occasion for a song – Where did I go wrong? When they say face facts, disobey that: there’s singing still left to be done. They still can’t name that fragrant wind rolling off a corpse. Until the day that you play back the tape that you made – record your mother saying every word, pronounce the gray that the rains had brought over the sun, like a veil to suffocate the earth. (But hunger is first.) And I could feel in my body time rushing in, the way nothing must have felt when something started to begin. The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong: Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum. *** I remember snow ... Saw it fall ... Watched a child learn The word ‘nightfall’ And sleep because it’s sad, or not sleep at all– I learned the word ‘forever’ from Demerol– I let my body go: I feed the thaw. Like jumping off a cliff, but never falling. A dust finer than smoke, a memory in my throat, A flame that pulses cold, A faraway echo ... And I could feel in my body time rushing in, the way nothing must have felt when something started to begin. The way all of your sympathy taught me something was wrong: Secret disfortune, this cold, slow momentum. I remember snow ... Saw it fall ... Watched a child learn The word ‘nightfall’ And sleep because it’s sad, or not sleep at all– I learned the word ‘forever’ from Demerol– I let my body go: I feed the thaw.