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Pinhole
01:59
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When the world is in darkness
Then I gain a second sight
And I turn to the needle
To admit a little light.
Gotta break out of the night.
With my pinhole ...
With my little pinhole
I see time set out in space.
It’s a window to the soul
Of a history-free place.
The people fade and disappear.
Night and day become as one.
The seasons cut down to a smear
Behind the movement of the sun.
With my pinhole ...
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Polly Polaroid
01:57
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Fisheye
00:59
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Provia
02:19
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Wake up,
I pull out bits of broken teeth.
There’s a picture of me smiling
And kissing a girl
But she’s no longer here.
Stand on the bridge
And look at the railway station.
There’s a frame in Fuji Provia
Of the old grain silo
And it’s no longer there.
There’s parallel worlds, there’s parallel times.
It’s in my eyes and it’s in my mind.
The one out there is not the only one.
The one out there is not the only one.
The one out there is not the only one.
It all looks different in C41.
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Study myself in the glass,
Reflecting on my distant past.
The pits and craters on my face
Remind me of my trip to space.
I think we had a real blast
But the past stays firmly in the past.
No self-portraits anymore.
Nothing to remember what I saw.
I left my camera on the moon.
Didn’t know we were going home so soon.
Thought we’d be back before we knew,
But that was 1972.
Looked down at the sky.
Then the moon hit my eyes.
And I saw we’d arrived
And it was so cold and so beautiful.
Took a few snapshots of my feet.
It’s a cliché but the background was really neat.
And I can’t help be a little sad.
It’s the only Hasselblad I ever had.
I left my camera on the moon.
Didn’t know we were going home so soon.
Thought we’d be back before we knew,
But that was 1972.
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Disposable
01:57
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7. |
Diana
01:50
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8. |
Delta 3200
02:44
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9. |
Holga Jen
02:50
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Portra 400 NC
00:54
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11. |
Perfectly Boring
03:29
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Grunwick
02:15
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Agfa Clack
02:15
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I once met a drunken debutante
With a voice like Joan Greenwood.
She said she was a descendant
Of Ignatius Loyola.
I shot her once.
I shot her twice.
Snap snap snap went my Agfa Clack.
And when a coked-up football hooligan
Took exception to my evening dress,
I told him that a gentleman
Should never wear brown in London.
I shot him once
I shot him twice
Snap snap snap went my Agfa Clack
Kool aid escapades
With Yé-yé girls and Yé-yé boys.
Hanging out in the souks
With the Bashi Bazouks.
It’s a colourful life.
It’s a colourful lie.
And when I was a rough rider
Going bareback in the woods.
I invented the Cuba Libre
Siphoned from a radiator.
I took one shot.
I took two shots.
Snap snap snap went my Agfa Clack.
Widescreen life,
Widescreen lies.
I like to put it under the knife.
Life’s little regrets
With a little vignette.
It’s a colourful life.
It’s a colourful lie.
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14. |
Tri-X
01:06
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15. |
Ektachrome
02:05
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16. |
Olympus Trip
02:33
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17. |
Portra 400 VC
00:54
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18. |
Recesky Gakkenflex
01:44
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19. |
Oktavia Oktomat
01:47
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20. |
Summer Of '09
02:56
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21. |
Vienna
02:35
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22. |
Schwarzschild Effect
03:22
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23. |
New Portra
00:54
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24. |
Forty-Four Sunsets
03:41
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