dakota.morrison
{278/365} we will become silhouettes
I used this song to accompany a photo once before, but it was a very real street shot, not an experimental/interpretive piece. So, here we go again.
What can I say? I really dig The Postal Service. Ben, please make another album for me.
I had fun while processing this and using some silly picnic toys to create the effect, but I'm not really taking this one "seriously."
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30 Songs in 30 Days (4)
We Will Become Silhouettes
The Postal Service
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKKwd30N2fI
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I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
And pictures of you and I'm not coming out
Until this is all over
And I'm looking through the glass where the light bends
At the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know
And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that
I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(and it won't be a pretty sight)
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
{278/365} we will become silhouettes
I used this song to accompany a photo once before, but it was a very real street shot, not an experimental/interpretive piece. So, here we go again.
What can I say? I really dig The Postal Service. Ben, please make another album for me.
I had fun while processing this and using some silly picnic toys to create the effect, but I'm not really taking this one "seriously."
***
30 Songs in 30 Days (4)
We Will Become Silhouettes
The Postal Service
www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKKwd30N2fI
***
I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water,
And pictures of you and I'm not coming out
Until this is all over
And I'm looking through the glass where the light bends
At the cracks
And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs pretending
The echoes belong to someone
Someone I used to know
And we become silhouettes when our bodies finally go
Ba ba ba...
I wanted to walk through the empty streets
And feel something constant under my feet,
But all the news reports recommended that
I stay indoors
Because the air outside will make our cells
Divide at an alarming rate until our shells
Simply cannot hold all our insides in,
And that's when we'll explode
(and it won't be a pretty sight)
And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go