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HeadRip- Written and recored by Stagger Filmed, directed and edited by Nathan Rathsam With help from Rhys Mackenzie We would like to acknowledge the Awabakal and Worimi people, the traditional owners of the land this filming took place upon. This Country, Muloobinba with beautiful waters, forests, beaches and sky was nurtured for over 60,000 years by the Awabakal and Worimi people and is where we now live, breathe and create. We would also like to recognise the colonial systems that now operate in this country that continues to cut lives short. Sovereignty was never ceded. Always was always will be Aboriginal Land. LYRICS I’m out of words and out of touch I feel as though I’m half as much As what I know that I can be Something is bent inside of me I can’t keep my house remotely clean Do the dishes fill the washing machine It’s hard enough to go outside All people do is live and die All people do is live and … I’m still waiting for change They’re still waiting Until it comes back around Losing touch with who I am Passions change but this feels wrong I’m angry when I should be numb And numb when things are going on I care so much it makes me sick Makes me bleed makes my head rip The constant cycle goes around and lives are lost and lives are lost We're still waiting for change They're still waiting for change Until it comes back around The pit in my stomach is back I was a fool to believe I’d conquered it so soon The glow of the streetlight leaves nothing to the imagination But somehow my head’s still running wild with the thoughts of ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could’ve been’ A million lifetimes have passed me by in the comfort of my bed Some I wish I could escape to, others so close to reality it almost makes all make sense Dreaming is no reprieve from the angst It only amplifies all the pockets of my psyche I’m too scared to admit exist I choose to stay here cradled by the subtle comfort repetition brings And grateful to the stars that I’m still alive