Taylah Carroll - Novelty Seeker (Official DIY Video)

This video was filmed on the land of the Bunurong Boon Wurrung and Wurundjeri Woi Wurrung peoples of the Eastern Kulin Nation - Sovereignty was never ceded. ------------------------------- Follow Taylah Carroll Spotify: Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: BandCamp: Web: ------------------------------- Credits: Directed by - Taylah Carroll & Sandy Moore DOP - Sandy Moore Edit - Taylah Carroll & Sandy Moore Description: I wrote the lyrics in the ’notes’ of my iPhone - as I went on a ’night-walk’ during lock-downs. I was processing the breakdown of an 8 year relationship and had no distractions. There wasn’t even anywhere I could legally go... I couldn’t seek novelty from any place or thing - it was all just perpetual SAMENESS. Come nightfall I couldn’t sit still - I would just walk for as long as I could through the darkness - stepping away from each thought as it arose, physically and mentally shifting, sifting, shuffling through the baggage. I was walking so much that my feet literally formed blisters. “Hey there, novelty seeker - walking down to the cemetery, to congratulate the roses, while the skin peels from under your feet, You must learn to sit to think... ’cause it’s not safe on these streets“ I was walking past Coburg’s Pine Ridge Cemetary, past the Seven Eleven, up the hill and back down again as I manically typed, not entirely in control of my fingers - which were partly numbed by brisk winter air. When I got home, I had all the lyrics written out like a poem. I like to imagine the rhythm was determined by my walking pace. All I needed were the chords, and a vocal melody. Those came to me on my bedroom floor the next morning. Lyrics: Hey there, Novelty Seeker, I can see that you’re damaged goods. It’s written, there on your forehead before, You even raise your brow, All the boys, they can feel it now, And it’s too late for the pesticide, You’ve been too long, there on the shelf, But mother she is learning, What it means, to be afraid of herself. Hey there! Hey there restless gate-keeper, walking down Walking down to the cemetery, To congratulate the roses, While the skin, peels from under your feet, You must learn, to sit to think, ‘cause it’s not safe on these streets… And it’s too late for supermarket flowers, Cheap apologies won’t help this go down, But mother she is yearning, For permission, to take care of herself… Hey there! Hey there! Hey there, my friend. Don’t forget your ambition, Let it be your ammunition, In the meantime, remember To be gentle with yourself.