Thompson 25 by Annakin Slayd





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Published on Sep 8, 2011

On September 11th, 2001, Annakin Slayd and his roommate Elan Zafir were in Lower Manhattan when the World Trade Center was attacked. As the walked the 13 blocks between their Thompson Street Flat and the towers, they captured what the saw on a home video camera. In the summer of 2011, Slayd walked the path again, returning to Ground Zero for the first time.

This video features footage actually shot by the artist himself, Annakin Slayd on 9/11. From the album "Once More We Survive".

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Directed by Annakin Slayd
Camera by Andrew Farrar, Elan Zafir & Ingrid Bauer

Produced by Mindfeederz
Written by A.Farrar, D.Luedtke, T. Kleiber
Mixed & Mastered by Mitch Album
Guitars by Tom Shemerr

Edited by Annakin Slayd & Ingrid Bauer


On the morning they degraded my defenses
I found a new appreciation for my senses
While everybody gazed up unable to speak
Noticed one man in the crowd staring at me
I asked for a name he said Mr. Grand
As he held out a black stained filthy hand
He said look how fast we can go from bliss to ash
And we're about as unbreakable as Mister Glass
Then I met a French cat named Canal
Who told me In his former life the people called him Pierre Laval
As he talked about the patriots and traitors
Laughed loud about the old Alien Invasions
It's like the earth stood still for a moment
And I could see Mr. Walker laying on the corner
Yelling out "you motherfuckers won't take Johnny alive!"
No logic in the skies, or his eyes, Thompson 25

Always seems to me
Something in the past
Under his eye

I met a black man named John White
Who called himself the symbol of the nation's long plight
In his eyes I could see we didn't get the song right
And the bright days turning into dark nights
Saw the ghost of Ben Franklin near the Highway
With a megaphone busting out the first verse to "My Way"
When he came to the part about regret
I overheard someone whisper we were now exempt
It was Leonard, he claimed he could see no hell
'Till he felt the flames from his Chelsea hotel
Right then Mr. Worth emerged from a dark cloud
Brandishing a brand new suit all proud
Looking down at asbestos affected crowds
Saying theories of conspiracy were unsound
Bought this suit from a priest named Thomas
As he was giving last rites to a promise
I thought of Thompson

On the morning of the new beat I sauntered
And I discovered that the thirteen streets were haunted
I kept trying to find my south undaunted
Kept trying to leave my verbs and nouns unaltered
I met a pair of twins named Reade and Duane
Who exploited the have-nots in need and pain
They said, we are not slaves but we speak the same
and over fragile kingdoms indeed we reign
Almost stepped on a child named Chambers
Who said his fathers never explained the danger
He went to Wall Street but didn't know about the markets
Bought a ride but he didn't know how to park it
Saw a Judge named Warren with a gavel
Being chased by John Murray the wartime admiral
So back to Thompson 25 I travelled
And realized everything I'd known had unravelled


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