A Dog Called Money

I've heard twenty years ago, you could pay

to get into the cinema with bullets.

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Kabul, Afghanistan.

Toyota, Corolla, Corolla, Toyota, Corolla.

Everyone driving in one direction.

Everyone driving in every direction.

Where to go.

Why?

What to say when I get there?

Open sewage ditches to break your leg in,

or break your head on.

Hard work, they work hard.

The rich are poor, and the poor are rich,

and the rich are poor.

Few women, hidden women,

high heeled women in the rocks and mud.

[construction workers chattering]

[talking on phone drowned out by traffic]

[chattering drowned out by saw whizzing]

I think they're a bit like Riders on the Storm,

But in the daytime.

It was a bit of a Steve and Terry.

Hey, slouch, do you know if Jan got any

of the chairs ready yet.

She was buildin' 'em isn't she, remember?

Yeah, got them down.

I think she must have...

[speech muffled by objects being moved around]

[people practising various instruments]

If I can ask you just not to sit,

sorry, not to touch, or lean on the glass.

And certainly don't sit on the glass

And if I just make aware that Seamus Murphy,

could be filming from your perspective today, just completely

ignore the designs in there, okay?

And one final thing just to clarify,

they can't see you, they can't hear you, okay?

Great. If everyone would like to follow me.

I wanna keep these settees free,

no bottles of water on show, coffee cups tucked away,

it just looks, startin' to look a bit shabby

from out there, so I just want it like really clean.

[vocals fluctuating between high and low pitch]

[instruments fluctuating between high and low]

I think this is one of the most interesting parts

of the experiment, particularly if we're gonna up the ante.

'Cause you wanted to take it like,

"Oh we're just recording and there are people

there all the time, so you forget about it."

Yeah.

Or you try and make that space useful.

- Yeah. - Sometimes.

Kosovo, 1998, 1999, war.

12,000 dead, 5,977 missing.

1,862 still missing.

Zagorka, she carries two silver keys on her chain,

she smells of the hills of her name.

Its paths are in her forehead, her houses are all empty,

once a day, this is her walk with the keys on the chain.

I would kill them with my own hands

if I knew who was responsible.

A circle that cannot break,

but the wrong kind of circle, she says.

[reading something in foreign language]

Made in Yugoslavia.

Oh my Nana had loads of those.

A handmade, rotting wooden ladder,

a corn store, these were country people.

And I'm stepping on their things

in my expensive leather sandals.

Could that be a little fire?

What's that?

Is that for the heat to come up from below?

All that's left from the looting,

strewn in the dust on the floor.

Washington, D.C.

There is a huge, white building, so huge it makes tiny

the people who raise their eyes to look up at it.

100 flags are flying, 90 tourist cameras popping,

20 buses busing, and a white, giant finger pointing

straight up, god it says, god.

Look how you have made us.

See that slit, smacked the shit out someone.

You ready though?

Yeah, I wanna go.

Paun, Paunie, who runs the neighbourhood,

she has her crew, Paunie's rolling dice for dollars,

sitting in the shade on the steps outside the house.

Hey!

Her dog is called Money.

I like girls, girls, music, and money.

That's what make my life happy.

Girls, music, and money.

Paunie says, come to the alley tonight

where the action is.

This is the Southeast, but the kids are making poetry

they don't have to write it down,

they carry it in them, they just let it come out.

Paunie says, "I just try to be who I am".

People think it's good in Southeast,

y'kn0w, when you hear about D.C., they think of the Capitol,

the Monument, the White House,

but we right here in the grimy, the pot,

the ghetto pot, you know.

Where kids, thirteen, gotta come up strugglin' out here

on the streets, it's just how we live.

It's our culture. Y'kn0w?

Everybody tryna make it out here.

- For the MG, bitch. - For the Money Gang.

Get this shit, for the Money Gang, man.

Ain't shit change, free frog man,

Paunie drinking vodka from a white plastic cup.

Paunie eyeing up a girl, leaning out of a car.

She says, there's nothing I wouldn't do for her.

S Sex, sex, money X

Oh yeah.

Erm... warmth.

Swagger, yes, yeah yeah.

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