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It is a empathetic portrayal of the life of the heroin addict who lives across the street - his oddities, quirks, and eventually his similarities. Whitby draws lines between the two parallel lives, describing how he would watch him through the window and pine for an insight into the mystery of his protagonist .

In his own words…
“John was functioning, but clearly had his struggles. His car was full of old McDonalds, and his door was always open, which is pretty bold in Manchester. You’d hear John before you saw him - he would sing his heart out, but in the strangest way - almost convulsive in delivery, and never words, just bellows. The first night we stayed in our rental property, we were treated to our first opera, and from then on the intrigue began. I’d create elaborate stories in my head about his midnight escapades, his previous life, things he might struggle with, how he perceived day to day things. And I came to realize that John wasn’t so different to me in a lot of ways. ”

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I see your light in the dark
Your window was opposite ours
The door’s always open ajar
At midnight it’s time to depart
Where you go, in the night
Singing your sweet lullaby
I hope it’s always worthwhile, it’s worthwhile

Singing in the morning time, singing through the hardest crimes
Clinging to the paradigm, clinging to the chorus line,
Clinging to singing

Is there something you wish to atone?
Did everything turn sepia toned?
Know I see the colour in your bones
And I’d love to come will show
Where you go in the night,
Singing your sweet lullabies
I hope they’re always worthwhile, it’s worthwhile,

Singing in the morning time, singing through the hardest crimes
Clinging to the paradigm, clinging to the chorus line,
Clinging to singing

Oh John, how did this all go so wrong?
You didn’t know, you didn’t see me,
Hiding alone, watching, waiting,
If I was your clone, would you believe it?
I was your abettor

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from A Sedentary Life, released August 20, 2021

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Alf Whitby Manchester, UK

Alf Whitby is the alter ego of Manchester based songwriter Andrew Keaveney. New music coming in late 2022.

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