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Video painted and animated by the band's own Ariel Sharratt (www.arielsharratt.com) with some sea and sky assistance from Mathias Kom and Jake Nicoll. "Nigel the Gannet" from Garbage Island, June 24, 2022. (You've Changed/BB*Island) Written by Kom/Nicoll/Sharratt. Recorded at Studio J in St. John's by Jake Nicoll, Mathias Kom and Ariel Sharratt. Mixed by Jake Nicoll in the Scamper at Weber Farm. Mastered by Norman Nitzsche at Calyx, Berlin, Germany. Final Garbage Island sequence inspired by Elmer's Bottle Ranch, Nancy Rubin's sculptures, and Emmie Tsumura's artwork for the album Garbage Island! Lyrics: They’ve all been making plans for Nigel And by “they” I mean the ornithologists They live in houses made of bricks and glass Nigel lives alone at the edge of a cliff The bird-banders fill binders and books with his biography They note his habits and record his squawks on dictaphones Meanwhile Nigel wonders “why don’t they ever ask me? I could tell them there’s a difference Between being lonely and being alone.” The scientists published papers and secured some grants To repopulate Nigel’s future neighbourhood With a concrete caster named Carl they concocted a plan But they couldn’t have predicted Nigel’s commitment to bachelorhood Called to the concrete colony by a cassette Nigel noticed the other birds didn’t fly or flap around He remembered an old French peacock had told him “hell is other birds” He thought “well, this is just the kind of place I’d like to settle down!” Nigel, he felt badly for the dumb scientists Himself, he was no bird-brain, and his heart was huge So he chose a concrete mate and he built her a nest He figured it was what they wanted him to do Nigel did most of the talking, but he was used to that Usually they just sat there and stared out to sea When he died, they gathered, and Carl carved his tiny tombstone’s epitaph: Here lies Nigel the Gannet: alone but never lonely