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Tory Street Rain [Official Audio]

The grounding moment of the "Indirectly Direct" project. Following the energy of "Yeah Nah Summer," "Tory Street Rain" pulls the focus back to the quiet reality of living in the Small Village. Set against the backdrop of a wet Wellington evening, this track explores the exhaustion of constantly decoding what isn't being said. It's about the silence that fills the apartment and the specific loneliness of being an outsider looking in. Lyrics: (Verse 1) I left the keys on the counter by the Tory Street door Walked past the coffee room, eyes glued to the floor You said "She’ll be right," but the air was getting thin Another "quiet" meeting where nobody really wins I was busy decoding the gaps in the things you didn't say Mapping out the distance in that classic Kiwi way I remember the kitchen light, how it flickered on the wall While I waited for a truth that never came at all. (Pre-Chorus) And the subtext started growing like a vine around the room Until "politeness" felt exactly like a tomb. (Chorus) And I was there, in that "Small Village" trap Trying to find my home on a broken social map Where the silence is a weapon and the politeness is a cage I remember it all too well, every unwritten page Yeah, I remember it all too well. (Verse 2) Now I’m scrolling through the shadows of the "Silent Layer" town Where we’re taught to smile politely while we’re quietly sinking down You mentioned "Banter," but it tasted like a threat A "Tall Poppy" harvest that I haven't finished yet And I was checking my phone, looking for a sign of life But the edge of your silence was sharper than a knife. (Bridge) And you call me "intense," and you call me "too much" Because I’m touching the things that you’re too scared to touch But the fog doesn't lift just because you pretend it’s not there I was gasping for oxygen in that heavy, "polite" air! (Chorus) And I was there, in that "Small Village" trap Trying to find my home on a broken social map Where the silence is a weapon and the politeness is a cage I remember it all too well, every unwritten page Yeah, I remember it all too well. (Outro) Just a "She'll be right" echoing down the hall. Decoding the gaps... Yeah, I remember it. Production Note: Written and produced by Michael Madden. Part of the "Indirectly Direct" series exploring New Zealand's communication culture. #Wellington #NZMusic #FolkPop #Storytelling #IndiePop #Songwriter #ToryStreet #IndirectlyDirect