We are outraged by the sounds of our fathers
Preaching about the wolves at the doors of our children
Staring into the dark throat of infinity
Lost in the translation of a quiet storm
I can taste the clouds on your breath
Bitter and warm and full of lightning
You laughed at things that weren't even there
You shook the blood in my veins
There was nothing I could do to stop the night
Wrapping around our ankles like rivulets of pitch
Black streams turned to light with the spark of the sun
Swept into the river by the floods
Drifting into the used tracks of mud
They can eat me if they please, they need only ask
They can burn me at the stake, the damned never last
I've been poisoned, shot, stabbed, and drowned
I've been burned, hanged, and quartered by the sound
There is nothing worse than the wishes I've made
Every hour is another curse that fails to fade
A man made of trash and cut hair and broken glass and blank stares. Put him to the ground before he gets back up and wanders around. Banging on the bay windows of homes he doesn't belong in. Sho...
I get very scared sometimes, that maybe I'm creating everything I've seen here. All the memories I have could be false representations of my synapses firing and retreating. Maybe you're just a g...
I've been given the chance to live
To look in the mirror and see myself alive
But there's nothing to that
It's just seeing a train move through open space...
Temper, temper. If only you could keep yourself under control
Maybe then you'd see that fires only exist when we start them
We can keep spitting out metaphors about holes...
It took me a long time to realize this
That other people have loved before I loved them
And that those scars are never going to heal
So, I seem a fool to try ...
It's been four years today since I joined HitRECord.
Funny that it should fall on Thanksgiving here in the States.
For the last few weeks I've been trying to decide...
Let bygones be anything but. Let the cellar stairs lead us down into hell. Where old barrels of rotting fruit will sustain whatever lives beneath us. Like monuments to a god no one remembers any...
This is what happens when I'm bored at work. Retro bumpers.
Uploading the extended version to give more to edit with.
As per KevinMaistros' request, here's the AE file for my record "The Youngest Sun".
NOTE: This requires the Trapcode Suite to be used properly, along with some Magic Bullet Plug-Ins that are less necessary but still pretty integral.
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So, I'm not sure how this came about, I honestly just messed around until I thought it looked pretty. And it kind of looks like a star being born-ish. Yeah, so, there's that. Left the camera cuts very rough because rendering takes forever and I didn't want to fix them, editors can easily do better if they'd like. Not sure if this can be used for anything actually but...
Music: KevinMaistros, as per usual.
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No need for explanation at this point probably, more visuals! These are really fun and interesting to make, so I apologize for the massive upload of them lately. Anything worth doing, is worth overdoing.
Music: KevinMaistros, again, because I can.
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So I took tdolan's awesome video and made an audio-reactive visual to accompany it.
Note: This is my first EOTU visual contribution without KevinMaistros' piano track. I am sad about that.