trippy ass movie. Fantastic Planet. Watch it.
Well she’s running to the hills again
Can you tell me if she’ll ever return
She must be mother natures child
Cause she’s runnin’ to the call of the wild
She’s talkin’ to the trees again
Tellin’ me that she’s one of them
Lookin’ at the bird in the tree
Though she’s never gonna notice me
Can you tell me if she’ll ever return
She must be mother natures child
Cause she’s runnin’ to the call of the wild
She’s talkin’ to the trees again
Tellin’ me that she’s one of them
Lookin’ at the bird in the tree
Though she’s never gonna notice me
“
| — | Wolfmother |
Lost
Lost in the vowels in my head. I cnt find my way out but i dnt mind im here to stay, trapped in my own mind
Butterfly that came and butterfly in June
So colour in my wings
And let me hold your hand
I could be the sun and you could be my moon
But all you ever say is catch me if you can
Feel like a butterfly
Searching in the summer sky
A perfect love so hard to find
So colour in my wings
And let me hold your hand
I could be the sun and you could be my moon
But all you ever say is catch me if you can
Feel like a butterfly
Searching in the summer sky
A perfect love so hard to find
“
| — | Jamiroquai |
The Ride Down
Every turn is most dangerous than the last, everytime im feeling like im closer to falling off the edge. My phobia starts getting to me and i start daydreaming of a nightmare, a fear of misfortune i couldnt dare go thru yet it sticks to my head like a piece of gum on the concrete. I can feel the impact of the metal, the force of being smashed, the gravity taking a toll, blood painting the interior, broken glass shattering,adrenaline shooting up faster than wer heading down,and the inflated bag softening the blow with a punch. No one sees it coming and no one knows where we are. Lost under rubble, the jaws cnt help me now. Quick glance around and everything is fine. Qualm got the best of me. Will i be this luckly next ride
S.F.M.H.
Movie scene ive put thought into various times. Straight from my head. Sounds sketchy but work with it.
An elder arrives at a house. His son’s house. His son just had a new born child and the elder wishes to see his 1st grandson. The elder sits down in a rocking chair and waits patiently for his daughter in law to bring his grandson. She arrive thru the door with a baby. A smile appears on the elders face and joy is all he feels, he gets up impatiently and holds his grandson in his arms, the babys head resting near the elder’s heart. The elder sits back on the rocking chair and looks at the baby. The baby looks up and their eyes meet and the baby smiles as he shuts his eyes for rest. The elder continues to rock the baby gently, slower and slower until the elder shuts his eyes. Now the elder and the baby both have rest. The baby opens his eyes and looks up at his grampa with his tiny infant face and he can hear the beat of his grampa’s heart beating slowly. It continues beating. Slower and slower until the beating stops permanantly.
This scene can go both ways. It can be a happy ending for the elder, finally seeing his child with a child of his own and starting his own family as he dies happily. Or it can be a sad beginning for the infant, reminising about the beat of his grampa’s heart and how it just stopped and knowing his grampa held him in his arms, lifeless.
