Static | Original Song (love poem) to John and Jane Q | Dinner in America скачать в хорошем качестве

Static | Original Song (love poem) to John and Jane Q | Dinner in America

I had a visceral reaction to this movie and since then I've watched it many times over. Immediately a top ten favorite. Please go and watch it if you haven't seen it (HEAVY SPOILERS in this video). We need to support film makers who make real art that touches deeply on what it is to be a human being. With my song I wanted to explore the feeling of trying to be anything other than yourself for other people. By trying to keep this up, we erode and lose ourselves in the process. Disassociating. Depression. It's pretty exhausting too right? The psyche must be heard. When you repress the real you in this way, you also 'de-press' them too. When you finally start being yourself, it means that you might lose people that you thought were important to you in the process, but you gain yourself back in return. Does it scare you to see me? Lyrics: Can't avoid myself, I'm nearly losing it. Conversations leading to comparison. You are the thief of joy. And I'm the one just trying to feel anything. I give everything, you take everything. I'm not in this room, but I can pretend. The idea of me, is what you perceive. I'm starting to crack. Does it scare you to see me? I could be. Standing right in front of you. Still can't see my point of view. Only static coming through. I could be. Anyone you want me to. Different hair, face, high heeled shoes. Never gonna be enough for you. Don't you get it, it's all, phonetically sounded out, it's all, hypothetically phrased, to sound, not as dramatic, as my real thoughts. Baby, you don't seem to get it do you. Don't you get it. Feels like I'm climbing up the walls. Frenetic. More complicated than you thought. Forget it. You can't handle me, and my real thoughts. Baby, you don't seem to get it do you. Playing pretend for you, just like you wanted me to. Only static coming through. Doesn't matter what I do, standing right in front of you. Never going to be enough for you. Staring at the void of self delusion. I step away, you pull me back in again. Pardon me, for being here. I've no self worth, and all this self awareness. Trick of the mind, not something to find. It's hidden behind, my lonely disguise. Try on for size, eventual demise. But now that I'm free, does is scare you to see me? I could be. Standing right in front of you. Still can't see my point of view. Only static coming through. I could be. Anyone you want me to. Different hair, face, high heeled shoes. Never gonna be enough for you. Don't you get it, it's all, phonetically sounded out, it's all, hypothetically phrased, to sound, not as dramatic, as my real thoughts. Baby, you don't seem to get it do you. Don't you get it. Feels like I'm climbing up the walls. Frenetic. More complicated than you thought. Forget it. You can't handle me, and my real thoughts. Baby, you don't seem to get it do you. Playing pretend for you, just like you wanted me to. Only static coming through. Doesn't matter what I do, standing right in front of you. Only static coming through.