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Taken from the LP: “Sometimes I Sit And Think, And Sometimes I Just Sit” - out through Milk! Records, House Anxiety/Marathon Artists and Mom+Pop

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Starring (in order of appearance)

Sleater-Kinney

Glory! Bangs

Courtney Barnett

Bones Sloane & Dave Mudie

Magda Szubanski

Tim Rogers

The Finks

Tweedy

The Drones

Garret and Will Huxley, Gabi Barton

Sunny Leunig

Vincent Juggernaut

Tain Stangret

Izzi Goldman and John

Nicholas & Thea Jones

Batpiss

Loose Tooth

Camp Cope

Jo Syme (Big Scary)

East Brunswick All Girls Choir

Paul Kelly

Michael Leunig

Meaghan Weiley, Jess Tyler, Thommy Taranto (Milk! Records)

Jen Cloher

Fraser A. Gorman

Ouch My Face

Marni Kornhauser & Radar Rad

DIRECTOR: Sunny Leunig

DOP: Matt Wood

PRODUCER: Emma Haarburger

ASSOCIATE PRODUCER: Danielle Thiris

ASSIST CAMERA: Anthony Rilocapro

ART DIRECTOR: Marni Kornhauser

ART DEPT: Josephine Wagstaff, Sarah Hopper

GAFFER: Thommi Hacker

BEST GIRL: Hannah Palmer

GRIP: Fraser Lever

COLOURIST: Matt Wood

VFX: Tristan Mclachlan

EDITOR: Sunny Leunig

MAKEUP/COSTUME Selena Pretzel, Lou Mclaren

DRONE OP: Christopher Lansell

SOUND: Sunny Leunig, Mark Mitchell, Jack Pender

STILLS: Helga Leunig

Thanks to: John and Izzi at the Nicholas Building, Joel Barnett, Brad @ Phoenix Post, Katie Saava, Pippa Martino

LYRICS

Oliver Paul, twenty years old, thick head of hair worries he’s going bald. Wakes up at a quarter past nine, fare evades his way down the 96 tram line. Breakfast on the run again, he’s well aware he’s dropping soy linseed Vegemite crumbs everywhere.

Feeling sick at the sight of his computer he dodges his way through the Swanston commuters. Rips off his tie, hands it to a homeless man, sleeping in the corner of a Metro bus stand. He screams “I’m not going to work today! Gonna count the minutes that the trains run late. Sit on the grass building pyramids out of Coke cans.”

Headphone wielding to the Nicholas Building, he trips on a pothole that’s not been filled in. He waits for an elevator, 1 to 9, a lady walks in and waits by his side. Her heels are high and her bag is snakeskin. Hair pulled so tight you can see her skeleton. Vickers perfume on her breath, a tortoise-shell necklace between her breasts. She looks him up and down with a Botox frown, he’s well used to that look by now.

The elevator dings, and they awkwardly step in, their fingers touch on the rooftop button…

“Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!”

He said, “I think you’re projecting, the way that you’re feeling, I’m not suicidal just idling insignificantly. I come up here, for perception and clarity, I like to imagine I’m playing Sim City. All the people look like ants from up here, and the wind’s the only traffic you can hear” He said, “All I ever wanted to be was an Elevator Operator can you help me please?!”

“Don’t jump little boy, don’t jump off that roof, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you you’re still in your youth, I’d give anything to have skin like you!”