• Watsky- Lovely Thing Suite Part 1: Conversations [x Infinity]

    182,195 views 1 month ago
    x Infinity album download: http://radi.al/xInfinity

    Directed and Produced by Carlos Lopez Estrada & Diego Huacuja
    Animation Director & Art: Diego Huacuja aka "deachete"
    Animators: Diego Huacuja & Pablo Díaz
    Produced by Basa (basaestudio.com)
    Sound: Michael O'Connor

    Music produced by Kush Mody
    Mixed by Andrew Oedel
    Mastered by Gentry Studer and Howie Weisenberg

    Verse 1
    I remember vividly
    my tears dropping on the grey carpet onthe top step
    pops giving me his best guess
    me confessing the burning question stressing and concerning me and turning me to a wet mess
    it’s probably nothing
    I get it, I’m aware
    I know it’s probably stupid to be scared
    But these days are flying past us and nobody seems to care
    It’s like we’re sprinting towards a brick wall we’re pretending isn’t there
    What happens when we hit it?
    Do we split into a million bits
    Or do we come back as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits?
    What is it? What is it? What is it?
    You got the answer so give it, so give it, so give it
    Don’t lie, what happens when we die?
    Dad says, Georgie I’m just guessing from what I’ve been told
    Probably thinking, “How’d I raise this emo fucking nine-year-old?”
    Since I’m sorta really not religious it’s a crapshoot
    I roll a pair of dice
    Although the thought of paradise is very nice
    In my heart I know I don’t believe in magic
    So I’m thinking maybe death is like eternal TV static
    or returning to the state before your birth
    absorbed into the earth
    the fewer hours left the more they’re worth
    I admit that it’s difficult to think about
    I think everybody got a little bit of doubt
    You don’t get to hide from it even if you shout
    Not a soul on the planet gets to wiggle out
    And he said that I know that’s it’s tough to take in son but it’s so early
    I can see you’re in a hurry but don’t worry cause

    That isn’t for a long, long time
    That isn’t for a long, long time
    That isn’t for a long, long time
    That isn’t for a long, long, long, long time

    Verse 2
    Life moves fast
    Made the mistake of blinking, twenty years passed
    Now I’m sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with father
    We don’t bother doing Christmas in the Bay any longer
    It’s first time that we’ve had this conversation
    He says “it’s tough to take in
    I know we’re not quite ancient
    But we’ve reached age where we should probably talk arrangements
    We could take it several routes
    We could sell the house
    We can’t work forever, eventually money will run out
    That’s a spot taking a loan would help us cover
    Which would make it tougher to leave something for you and your brother”
    Stop—can’t you see?
    Every meal that you paid for me
    all this power to chase a dream
    All this privilege not to crave riches
    but it’s plain to me the key fact is it’s easy to act like cash means jack shit if you never lacked it
    and the greatest honor I could have is to make a buck and pass back a fraction of all the happiness you gave to me
    And I will never make you live where you don’t aim to be
    Age is just data
    we paint our story A to Z then dip out
    R.I.P. rip out, we tear out the pages
    Tear up the stage and we take a seat
    making a vacancy
    Famous or not, we fade from the plot

    Every day when a new night falls
    I ride around the sun on this big blue ball
    I get a bit further from the kid called Paul
    and I get a bit closer to the big brick wall
    But since inching up to that fence
    I can run my fingers against all the bricks and mortar and sense
    that it’s not so cold and so dense
    And although I’m mournful I’ve known that I’m not immortal
    I’m not banging into stone but I’m more heading through this portal
    We’re born to return to home
    We’re all born to be mincemeat
    everything dies except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St.
    Dad hands me a napkin, tells me it’s been the same since the fifties
    He didn’t always love the city but dammit he’ll miss me
    How can you miss something after you leave, I agree that it’s sad but please
    Don’t dwell on it Dad, because—

    Chorus Show less
    Read more
  • x Infinity Play all

    Steel Wool/Empire 2016
    This item has been hidden
  • All You Can Do Play all

    All You Can Do, 2014, Steel Wool/Welk Music Group
    This item has been hidden
  • Cardboard Castles Play all

    Steel Wool/ Welk Music Group 2013
    This item has been hidden
  • Poetry Play all

    This item has been hidden
  • Uploads Play all

    This item has been hidden
to add this to Watch Later

Add to

Loading playlists...