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Track 4 of the self-titled EP: Numbers.
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This is our FIRST MUSIC VIDEO for our new song, with the new produced self-produced audio of Please the Senses.
We really busted our butts for you guys on this one. Yes, it is ALL self-produced, the music, the video, the graphics, all done by us!
We'd like to throw a special thanks to the following:
Carly (Bish) Chaney // for lending her lenses, and operating the camera 90% of the time
George Chaney // for being handy, hitting that play button, and being overall helpful throughout the shoot.
Epifanio Martinez // for operating the dolly rig, as well as the added Mexican support
Katie Lynne // for attending the entire 4-5 hour shoot, and supporting us
Kelly Mason // for having dinner with us post-shoot, and being one of the key reasons we are even a band (thanks to her and Katie's Seattle music blog, Rain City Ambience. http://raincityambience.com )
Nozomi // For her friendly greetings, and yummy homemade Japanese snacks to keep us going!
Lab51 Media // For letting me use the dolly / camera mount for our MacGyver'd panning rig... :P
THANK YOU everyone, for helping us make this happen! Your support means so much.
// LYRICS //
The weight, it wears me down
Every time I fake a smile
I find that I'll eventually explode
Blame me not for what I am
Or what I have become
I swear that there is more to life than this
I chose the door that's chained and often missed
If you trace it back to when the stage was set
You will find that you were blind to your regret
Break! Let the ground be uprooted
Wake! Light it up, burn it down, stomp it out
This is the moment, so rid your mind of doubt
I'll admit that I was a coward
and my mind was weak and diseased
But don't expect me to stay
I'll carve my own path and I'll find my own way
We are the cogs in the machine
and we all keep it turning
The way we work is our demise
but the wick will keep on burning
Whether its the man upstairs
or the man at his desk
I am the one being pushed around
alone among the sheep that could never
Shake the ground
It's the only way you'll move these mountains
So be the one that shakes the ground
it's the only way you'll move these mountains