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Jordan Vauvert Some Change est un petit E.P. ayant pour but de rendre visible une association qui donne la possibilité à des sans-abris ou des prisonniers de se libérer en jouant de la musique. Si le scénario — monologue intérieur d'un homme qui apprend à faire preuve de bonté — peut paraître cliché à première vue, Austin Wintory le rend poignant grâce aux violons et au piano qui suivent les émotions du narrateur, les rendant plus palpables ; Troy Baker, qui use du spoken word, le rend expressif et amusant ! Favorite track: Some Change.
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1.
SOME CHANGE It was that part of winter, Where it’s dark in the days And the cold wants to catch you And burn off your face Thank god I was nearing My favorite cafe. Hot coffee! Yes please! But there was a man in my way I have no idea If I’d seen him before. You get more attention When you’re blocking the door. His hands and face dirty, He might have been lame. As I nudged past him I thought, “That’s a shame.” And when I came out I was quick to avoid; Still he said: “Some change sir?” I was slightly annoyed. Again the next day My cafe thus blockaded, I uttered a sigh And then deftly evaded. The third time he was there I thought "Fine! You Win!" I aimed at his jar, Several coins I threw in. But right at that moment A truck blared its horn. He looked up to see it And much to my scorn, He missed my good gesture. I wanted to say, Or give him more money, Then I thought "No Way." He can think me an asshole, The hell do I care Emotional blackmail? He’s not taking me there! Whilst marching away then I found me some clarity: To stop this stuff happ’ning They should set up a charity! The next time I arrived with Big headphones on head. I was lost in my tunes, Could not hear what he said. I was proud of my acting. Fin’ly all this could stop. I had found my technique, I just needed a prop "Yet another triumph!" ... Should have been the next chapter But oh no I forgot That damned lightning adapter! Think quick! Cross the road! Sidle out of his way! ‘Course he saw me And said “So no music today?” That’s all that he said Didn’t ask for a dime So I commended myself For winning this time. When next I approached Feeling light as a fly, He was not out there lurking. I've no idea why I looked at his spot And felt this weird new truth: I missed him; Well like you might Miss a bad tooth. The next day he was there I knew just what to do. I said “Don’t go anywhere, uh...buddy.” I’ve a treat planned for you.” I emerged from the shop With a coffee and sandwich. Said: “Take these my friend.” Placed them into his hand which Carefully laid them On his rug on the ground. I forced an odd smile said: “Good luck” And with that I turned ‘round. I walked my old route, Feeling like I’d done right. I could go to sleep feeling Contented tonight. Just one little question Could not shake it off me. Where was my “Thanks” For that sandwich and coffee? I turned back around Well I just had to see The ungrateful partaking of gifts Bought by me! I rounded the corner And there he was still He was halfway through eating And drinking my meal. A young man approached They embraced and then spoke. I stopped and I watched As the wind nipped my cloak. Yes, also a beggar But in much worse a state. My friend held what was left out; The man drank and he ate. I wanted to call Hey I’m where that snack’s from! I’d meant for him to share it With you all along! But I didn’t and I hadn’t Nor did i stay. And I’ll keep to myself The events of that day.
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Epilogue 01:36
So what is the moral to the story? In the end do see a different man than he was before he Encountered our hero? And what does that word even mean? Did he need to go through that journey? So it seems. But what about me? Who am I? When I turn a blind eye, Even knowing that I Have the ability to affect what surrounds me And the knowledge, Without a degree from a college, That this is the stage, and this is my part To look beyond just the rags In to a human heart. To not shy from connection, But embrace with affection The insanity, The deficiency of humanity And the disparity Between money given to charity And the time, When it’s so desperately needed, To acknowledge a human. To grow a flower that’s been seeded With kindness And a general awareness and mind-ness To the starving. To say something helpful and not harming. This was never about Christmas Or coffee or sandwiches. Not about nickles or dimes. But about avoiding the damages I so easily cause. I can't be bothered to pause For a simple “Hello.” Or “I see you?” I see you I see you

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SOME CHANGE

It was that part of winter,
Where it’s dark in the days
And the cold wants to catch you
And burn off your face

Thank god I was nearing
My favorite cafe.
Hot coffee! Yes please!
But there was a man in my way

I have no idea
If I’d seen him before.
You get more attention
When you’re blocking the door.

His hands and face dirty,
He might have been lame.
As I nudged past him
I thought, “That’s a shame.”

And when I came out
I was quick to avoid;
Still he said: “Some change sir?”
I was slightly annoyed.

Again the next day
My cafe thus blockaded,
I uttered a sigh
And then deftly evaded.

The third time he was there
I thought "Fine! You Win!"
I aimed at his jar,
Several coins I threw in.

But right at that moment
A truck blared its horn.
He looked up to see it
And much to my scorn,

He missed my good gesture.
I wanted to say,
Or give him more money,
Then I thought "No Way."

He can think me an asshole,
The hell do I care
Emotional blackmail?
He’s not taking me there!

Whilst marching away then
I found me some clarity:
To stop this stuff happ’ning
They should set up a charity!

The next time I arrived with
Big headphones on head.
I was lost in my tunes,
Could not hear what he said.

I was proud of my acting.
Fin’ly all this could stop.
I had found my technique,
I just needed a prop

"Yet another triumph!" ...
Should have been the next chapter
But oh no I forgot
That damned lightning adapter!

Think quick! Cross the road!
Sidle out of his way!
‘Course he saw me
And said “So no music today?”

That’s all that he said
Didn’t ask for a dime
So I commended myself
For winning this time.

When next I approached
Feeling light as a fly,
He was not out there lurking.
I've no idea why

I looked at his spot
And felt this weird new truth:
I missed him; Well like you might
Miss a bad tooth.

The next day he was there
I knew just what to do.
I said “Don’t go anywhere, uh...buddy.”
I’ve a treat planned for you.”

I emerged from the shop
With a coffee and sandwich.
Said: “Take these my friend.”
Placed them into his hand which

Carefully laid them
On his rug on the ground.
I forced an odd smile said: “Good luck”
And with that I turned ‘round.

I walked my old route,
Feeling like I’d done right.
I could go to sleep feeling
Contented tonight.

Just one little question
Could not shake it off me.
Where was my “Thanks”
For that sandwich and coffee?

I turned back around
Well I just had to see
The ungrateful partaking of gifts
Bought by me!

I rounded the corner
And there he was still
He was halfway through eating
And drinking my meal.

A young man approached
They embraced and then spoke.
I stopped and I watched
As the wind nipped my cloak.

Yes, also a beggar
But in much worse a state.
My friend held what was left out;
The man drank and he ate.

I wanted to call
Hey I’m where that snack’s from!
I’d meant for him to share it
With you all along!

But I didn’t and I hadn’t
Nor did i stay.
And I’ll keep to myself
The events of that day.

EPILOGUE:
So what is the moral to the story?
In the end do see a different man than he was before he
Encountered our hero?
And what does that word even mean?

Did he need to go through that journey?
So it seems.
But what about me?
Who am I?

When I turn a blind eye,
Even knowing that I
Have the ability to affect what surrounds me
And the knowledge,
Without a degree from a college,
That this is the stage, and this is my part
To look beyond just the rags
In to a human heart.

To not shy from connection,
But embrace with affection
The insanity,
The deficiency of humanity
And the disparity
Between money given to charity
And the time,
When it’s so desperately needed,
To acknowledge a human.
To grow a flower that’s been seeded
With kindness
And a general awareness and mind-ness
To the starving.

To say something helpful and not harming.

This was never about Christmas
Or coffee or sandwiches.
Not about nickles or dimes.
But about avoiding the damages
I so easily cause.
I can't be bothered to pause
For a simple “Hello.”

Or “I see you?”

I see you

I see you

credits

released December 24, 2017

Created by Austin Wintory and Troy Baker

Words by Simon Hall and Troy Baker
Music by Austin Wintory

Musicians:
Serena McKinney, Paul Cartwright (violins)
David Walther (viola)
Andrew Shulman (cello)
Mike Lang (piano)

Cover art by Angela Bermúdez

Executive Producers Troy Baker and Austin Wintory

Engineered and mixed by Steve Kempster
ProTools recordist: Kevin Globerman
Assistant Engineer: Milton Gutierrez
Orchestration by M.R. Miller and Austin Wintory
Copyist: Steven Juliani Music

Troy: @TroyBakerVA
Austin: @Awintory
Simon: @SimonYonHall
Angela: @AngelaBermudezA

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