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While you work hard there are times that you have to spent time within yourself


Though they're others maybe the expression on finding multitasking


When it comes to the stage in life there are times that it will let you get what you wanted without any doubt

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Oh gawd! This is happening. Well, I've never rapped in my life but I gave it a go. This is the higher vocals version. The low vocals version is found here. The lyrics are the same just slightly different rap styles. Oh and the stems are in remix download. I didn't bother putting the beat track in because my vocal stems just sync up with the start of the song.


 


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In 30 years time


when we're talking to our grand kids


braggin bout internet, smart phones and funny gifs


They'll be like "what's that grandpa?"


While shooting lasers from their eyes,


they go to school in the skies


with friends who can fly because


they're aliens come to us


from another galaxy,


with technology,


that we thought was just a fantasy


and now we're out in space


terraforming other planets


because Earth is no more,


just a story to tell our grand kids.

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Oh gawd! This is happening. Well, I've never rapped in my life but I gave it a go. This is the low vocals version. The higher vocals version is found here. The lyrics are the same just slightly different rap styles. Oh and the stems are in remix download. I didn't bother putting the beat track in because my vocal stems just sync up with the start of the song.


 


Lyrics:


In 30 years time


when we're talking to our grand kids


braggin bout internet, smart phones and funny gifs


They'll be like "what's that grandpa?"


While shooting lasers from their eyes,


they go to school in the skies


with friends who can fly because


they're aliens come to us 


from another galaxy,


with technology,


that we thought was just a fantasy


and now we're out in space 


terraforming other planets 


because Earth is no more,


just a story to tell our grand kids.

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So here's another short film idea. Like my first one, (which is still unfinished if anyone wants a crack at it) it is a combination of previous remixes of poems and voiceovers that I've made that I think can fit together. In this story, this man finds himself involved in a passionate one night stand. His intentions are to leave it at that, but as he thinks more and more about this mystery woman whom he knows nothing about, he finds that can not stop thinking about her and does not understand the feelings he is having. Eventually, they cross paths once again and it turns out she had been looking for him too. So invite everyone to do voiceovers or put a video together or edit it to make it better.


Male: I want to know every noise in you, the dim clatter of your limbs falling into a pile on the bed. The soft shatter of your heart, like paper thin glass under the point of a heel. The rough ruined edges of your breath as it shakes against my throat.


Female: You'll catch my pulse between two fingers, the heavy drag of iron under skin giving me away. Do not ask for things you can not have. Don't breathe too loud around the ache. Can you hear it, between the bump and the lag? That sough under the blood that says, this was never the bargain.


Male: I want it, that high, torn note when you come...apart completely.


Female: You were never supposed to be... this.


At this point, this man is seeing images in his mind of the mysterious woman and she is calling to him.


Male: Something wild moves in me. It billows and it beckons me and calls my inner weaponry to the front lines of battle.


Female: Don't run. Come to me as I consume your mind.


Male: Something wild summons me, it burdens every fiber weaved of body, mind, and all between to flee the piper’s rattle. Something wild gnaws at me, it draws and paws and claws at me and settles at my weary feet to clear the walls of chatter.


Female: Don't run. Stare into me.


Male: Something wild runs in me, it paces, then races to be. Through all the senses lining me and out the walls of matter.


Female: Feed off my static, as all your troubled memories, griefs, heartaches, shall disappear. . .


Male: You never warned me that I had to be brave to love something. With something wild, I shall flee forever, into ever.


After about a month, through all of his efforts to rid his mind of her, his actions lead him right back to her.


Male: Just twelve hours ago I woke to the glorious sunshine of a June morning, and now I'm crawling blind on my belly through the Stygian darkness of an undergound car park.


Female: That teary-eyed expression on your face; glistening like a bowl of fruits. It tells me where you have been, and what it took for you to get here.


Male: Each single step while seeming logical in itself, can bring you to the most illogical destination.


Female: Desires expressed in solitude become tomes & zeppelins in our mind's play. I've been waiting all this time, for you.


 

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like the mask i wore,


the gloves must come off too.


 

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She can eat you alive, 


But also keep you happy.


 


This lady can starve you, 


But also keep you satisfied. 


 


She can laugh with you,


But simultaneously make you cry.


 


That person you are drawn to,


That you have a magnetic pull towards,


That you think is pretty, or handsome,


That person that you can't get enough of,


Or maybe too little,


That you can't stop thinking about it,


That devours you,


But makes you smile and shine through your soul.


 


It's all because of her.


Thank her,


But also, be very careful.


She is a tricky woman, if nothing else. 


 


Watch your back, 


But don't forget to hug her before you leave.


 


Or else, 


You will feel her wrath.


 


 


 


 


 


**Just a sidenote here, I like the dichotomy of attraction. Although it can kill you inside, you could be so happy the next minute about the same feeling you have towards someone. 

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Really liked the material texture backgrounds. Threw some sweet foresty birds on top of it and made 'em move.

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Opens in a modern-day city park, where a crow is pecking at some trash strewn out about the ground. As it is picking at the trash, it makes its way closer and closer to a park bench, where a businessman is eating a burger and fries. A fry slips between the man’s fingers, crashing on the ground without his notice. The crow cautiously hops towards it. As the crow begins to pick at this seemly fallen treasure compared to what it had before, the man realizes its presence and caustically hushes the bird away, making sharp and violent arm movements. The crow caws and makes a hasten flight back the original trash it was originally pecking at. The crow looks at the man for a moment, resentfully. The greasy and disheveled bird is seen in its disgust. Finally the eye of the bird is closed in on, in all of its blackness.


 


Transition from the same black eye opening up to a bird, rainbow in color. It sores in the heavens and sunlight, basking in their glory. It dives gracefully through the air, near brooks, beautiful flowers, and trees. The bird is the loveliest life form pictured, with ravishing reds from the base of its beak, to the vibrant violets of its tail feathers. As the rainbow colored bird passes all types of wildlife, singing its beautiful song, they immediately break of what they are doing, in awe of the bird.  As the rainbow bird begins to land on a high branch, over-looking all of the surroundings, it spreads its wings in all its glory. It lands on the branch ever so softly. The sleek and kempt presence of this bird dichotomizes the appearance of the crow seen earlier. As the bird, gazes into the horizon, a singular snowflake falls onto its beak. Confusion envelops the bird, as it tilts its head and looks around. Snow starts to fall from the heavens slowly as the animals come out of their dens and resting places, watching in wonderment. However, the slow, drift of the falling from snow the sky, that lightly caresses the ground is overwhelmed by snow flakes falling with much more velocity, from dreamlike float to a ferocious, angled, spray. The landscape is seen, covered by snow. The flowers are no more, the trees are snow covered and have hanging icicles, and the brooks are frozen over.


 


Amidst the dullness of the gray clouds above, the vibrant bird can be seen soaring above. As it gazes over the land, the bird witnesses the suffering of the animals. The animals look thin and are shivering. Coyotes howl. The cry of a human baby breaks the lone howl as the bird flies toward a teepee. The bird lands outside the teepee, only to find humans that are shivering as their breath fogs the air. A mother tires to comfort the baby by walking around but to no avail. The mother strolls toward the doorway to the teepee with short steps. As she comes to the doorway she notices the small, vibrant bird and gives a sad half smile as she tries to the comfort the baby. The bird attempts a soothing song in an attempt to calm the child, yet it fails to do so. The child stop crying, briefly, as sun peers through the gray clouds and warms it and the mother. However, the crying resumes as soon as the gray clouds once again envelop the sun. The colorful bird cocks its head curiously at this. Once again, perched on its branch, the bird observes the surrounding animals. The sunlight once again timidly peaks out from behind the clouds, resulting in the wistful gazes of delight from the animals about and from those in their dens to come out of them. As the light retracts, heavy and dour demeanors of the animals return. Once again, the rainbow bird cocks its head. It then proceeds to snap the branch, which it had been perching and leap into the sky. The bird races upward into the vast void of gray with the branch in its beak.



As time wears on, each flap of the wing for the colored bird becomes more labored. Yet it remains among the clouds and the ever-enduring snow. Finally, the bird can climb no higher as it is too tired from the onslaught of snow and wind. The exhausted bird struggles to keep itself afloat as it switches the branch from its beak to its foot. Full of sorrow for its fellow animals below, the rainbow bird starts to sing. Softly at first, the song reflects the sorrow that the bird feels, hapless and wistful. The snow begins to lighten and the wind begins to cease as the song continues on. Soon the snow as stopped all together as song begins to wane. However, a soft breeze comes in and pushes the clouds away from behind the bird. The bird notices its warmth and the waning song becomes a verbose rejoice, becoming hopeful and determined. Again, the diminutive breeze pushes again, this time rustling the branch in the bird’s grasp. Some of the tinder starts ablaze as the sun once again disappears and small specks of snow float around. A flake of snow comes into the contact with the small flame and sizzles. Once again the bird tilts its head out of wonderment.


 


Realizing the consequences of this flame, the bird makes its way back to the animal life below. Initially, the bird tries to take the route slow. However a snowstorm appears on the horizon as the wind begins to pick up. The gallant bird begins to dive through the air in order to get back to the earth. While this dive is taking place, the tail feathers of the bird are set aflame.  This causes the bird to halt. Its tail feathers are charred. The bird is desperate and spurts a horrified song, but its attention is once again caught by the storm. It dives, once more. This time the bird’s tail and wings are engulfed in the flame. The bird hesitates and looks back at the storm, whose pace is quickening. The once rainbowed bird begins to ashen and char as resolves to persist. As it dives, the bird watches itself become engulfed in flame and its vibrant colors ashen to black and gray. It cries a beautiful cry out in pain, but the cry is quickly interrupted by the smoke it is now inhaling. From the snow-layered landscape of the human’s camp, a fiery ball rockets towards the earth, where it crashes in the remnants of the tall grasses.


 


The humans rush towards the brush, as smoke and flames rise from the grass. All appear initially horrified in this wonder, but with each passing second they begin to realize the warmth the fire gives. A hopeful smile can be seen from all. Slowly, out of the nearby burnt grasses arises a soot-covered, disheveled bird. It is now charred and ugly, rainbow bird. The humans watch with compassion as the bird painfully makes its way towards them. The bird opens to sing its beautiful song, however nothing but a guttural squawk comes from its beak. Panicked, the bird tries to sing it’s beautiful and elegant song, but its efforts are only met with raspy crows. The compassion turns to contempt and disgust, as the humans do not recognize this crow as the once beautiful, rainbow bird. Great sorrow befalls the crow as it shunned by the ones it saved. As it turns its back towards the humans, the still, small breeze once again comes over the bird. It blows the soot and ash away as well as a few feathers. The crow looks at the once beautiful feather. It examines it closely. A close up on the feather reveals the rainbow of color reflected in the crow’s feather.


Flash forward to the present day. A young girl picks up a crow feather as the crow observes. In excitement, the young girl brings the feather to her mother.


Young Girl: “Mommy, mommy! Look you can see the rainbow in it!”


The mother looks up from her cellphone and realizes the owner of the feather in disgust.


Mother: “Yuck! Put that down, you don’t want to get gross bugs all over you.”


The mother shakes the feather out of the young girls hands and leads her off as the little girl looks at the bird. The crow holds the same sorrow as it did the first time it was rejected by the humans.


As the narrator speaks, a sweaty and exhausted firefighter, an amputee soldier, and the teen turning down the negative influences of society are all shown.


Narrator: “Long has the sacrifice of the crow been forgotten. What it gave to the creatures of the earth was much more than warmth. It gave us courage. It gave us hope. Let us not forget those who carry the fire today…”


Lastly, the single mother balancing work and taking care of her children is show.


Narrator: “…lest the sacrifice of the once beautiful crow be in vain.”

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What does the rust spot on your car, the potato chip you are eating, and a burning log have in common?


Answer: Transformation. Or in other words, fire.


Fire is a runaway chain reaction, where heat helps oxygen break bonds of molecules which generates more heat which helps more oxygen break the bonds and so forth. What this means is the idea of controlling fire is a moot point, because by its nature, fire is an uncontrolled reaction.


We see the same sort of thing, oxygen getting in and breaking molecular bonds in rust. Rusting is a lot slower than burning, but the processes are the same.


“But wait!” you say. “Rust doesn’t generate heat!”


Doesn’t it. Try this at home. Get a plain, steel wool pad and pour white vinegar on it. Wrap the steel wool around a thermometer and put in a covered glass container. In about 5 minutes your container will be foggy and the thermometer will tell you the temperature has gone up. Rust makes heat.


So let’s look at that potato chip. What is happening there? The same thing. Your body takes in sugar, adds some oxygen and comes out with carbon dioxide, water, and the energy you need to hit record.


Or to eat another potato chip.

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