Wicked Witches

- You're so cute, you're so cute.

I could just eat you all up.

Hello?

Ian, Ian is that you?

It's Mark.

Yeah, it's me.

You're joking, really.

It's been what, ten years?

Something like that.

- Yeah, listen, I'm looking for a room

and I saw you've got one there up at Dumpling Farm.

That's right, what happened?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you about it.

- The room's yours, if you want it.

When do you uh, want to move in?

- As soon as, I'm just round the corner.

She kicked me out.

Putting it about a bit?

Yeah, it was my fault.

- Well, I'll see you when you get here, mate.

Looking forward to it, pal.

Yeah, nice one, Ian.

You, too.

Hello?

Ian?

Hello?

Oh, Jesus.

Fuck.

Hello?

Ian, hello?

Ian?

Hello, Ian?

Hello?

Ian?

Hello?

Ian?

Hey, Ian?

What are you doing in here?

You really shouldn't come in here.

It's me, Mark.

I'm coming to stay.

Oh, yeah.

Just give me a minute, I'm finishing up in here.

- Who were you just talking to now?

I'm just finishing up in here.

Okay, whatever man.

It's cool.

I'll be at the house.

- I could just eat you all up.

I could just eat you all up.

- Ah, you've done the place up a bit.

So, what's the deal with parties up here?

This place was always good for a party.

Just broken up with the wife, I could do with a bit of,

you know, cheering up.

It's not too much to ask of an old mate, is it?

Sure.

It's not as if anyone can hear you this far out.

Nice one.

I thought you might've been going a bit

mental up here on your own.

¶ Deadweight ¶

¶ I don't believe ¶ - It's the middle

of the summer, man.

¶ In lights at the end of the tunnel ¶

¶ But some believe that they will be saved ¶

¶ We're left out in the cold ¶

I'm always cold.

¶ And our frostbitten skin is bliss ¶

¶ Lights fade ¶ - It's been a while

since I smoked one of those.

¶ Belief decays ¶ - Do you remember,

we used to spend the days getting

stoned up here in the summer?

¶ The answers are missing ¶

¶ We can't find where the answers lie ¶

Carefree days, man.

¶ When we're gone and washed away ¶

- Mark, this will make your night.

¶ The world will still turn the same way ¶

Ah.

¶ It did before you were breathing ¶

¶ Lost in paradise ¶

¶ With only a sense of time ¶

¶ Because we can't face ¶

¶ That all we are is dead weight ¶

¶ Are is dead weight ¶

¶ All we are is dead weight ¶ - Woo!

- Turn down that fucking music, man.

It's giving me the fear.

¶ I don't believe in light ¶

- That's not what's causing the fear.

¶ But some believe that they will be saved ¶

¶ Year after year we're left out in the cold ¶

Woo!

Woo!

Please, don't go in there.

It's private.

- You're listening to Fenway 102.5.

Okay, we've had more reports about some more.

- Today's phone in is about the disappearances

of young men over the last couple of years.

The latest to go missing is Mark G.

Hey, thanks for tuning into Fenstar Radio.

This is Pickering Brothers with High Maintenance.

¶ See that girl up and over there ¶

¶ That's being rough ¶

¶ Nothing more to say to you ¶

¶ So I'm scooting town ¶

¶ To fight off enemies from time to time ¶

¶ Just looking for a way to feel all right ¶

¶ I just don't know where, I just don't why ¶

¶ This all falls apart at the seam ¶

¶ The ceiling collapsed in on your lap ¶

¶ I just don't know where, I just don't why ¶

¶ This all falls apart at the seams ¶

¶ I just don't know where, I just don't why ¶

Thanks, very much.

No problem, sir.

¶ This all falls apart at the seam ¶

¶ The ceiling collapsed in on your lap ¶

¶ I just don't know where, I just don't why ¶

¶ This all falls apart at the seams ¶

¶ I just don't know where, I just don't why ¶

I'll pay for it.

¶ I just don't know where, I just don't why ¶

Hey, bro, how's it going?

Good, man.

Just calling about the party next week, pal.

Do you want me to bring some of the good stuff?

Good stuff?

- Well, you know, I was thinking about bringing Mandy.

Mandy, who's Mandy?

You bellend, MDMA.

It's been a while, man.

Stuck with misery guts for the past six years.

Now that I'm back at the farm with Ian,

I could do with a bit of a blowout.

She's a fucking lesbian now, did you know that?

- Well, I knew you could turn a woman.

Definitely time to move on, pal.

Look, we're gonna have a big one.

All the boys are coming.

All right.

I love ya, you little beauty.

Love you too, bro.

What the?

Jesus Christ.