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Dylan Owen - Break Some Ice (Official Music Video)

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Published on Jun 3, 2018

My roaring twenties were quiet. This film is for anybody who has ever felt frozen in their life.

Dylan Owen - Break Some Ice
Directed by Brian Petchers

BREAK SOME ICE VIDEO CREDITS
Directed by Brian Petchers
Co-produced by Brian Petchers, Dylan Owen, and Regina Zaremba
Edited by Brian Petchers
Art Direction by Brian Petchers and Dylan Owen
Director of Photography Jack Shanahan
First AC Jeff Clanet
2nd AC Phillip Laskaris
Drone operation by Vince Rappa
VFX by Rafatoon
Hair & Makeup by Sam Granados
Production Assistant and on set photography by Liz Maney
Production Assistant RJ Wolak Frank
Production Assistant David Wong
Production Assistant Dominique Cortesiano

Starring:
Vlada Roslyakova
Dylan Owen
Les Ferguson
Gabe & Noah Owen
Liz Lennon
Tom Flynn
Jessica Eve
Kelly Mulvihill
Javier Sanchez
Julia Eckley
Robert Barnes
Liz Maney
Tara Kane
Conor Burnett
Skinny Atlas
Tommy McCormick
Josh Angehr
Jim Snyder
Upgrade
Tommy Owen
Jeff Kleinberger
Josh Cseh
Zaid Jangda
Ali Malik
Adam Malik
Amaar Malik
Asad Chowdhury
Sameer Al-Tariq
Tarek Sobhy
Mike Ruckert

Immense special thanks to:
Mom, Dad & E, Tom Flynn, Lori Petchers & Joe Plotkin, Mike Spear, Beth Oldis, Jeff Kleinberger, Tommy McCormick, Goshen Central Schools Transportation Department, Mary Spear & Spear Printing Co

BREAK SOME ICE SONG CREDITS
Written and performed by Dylan Owen
Produced by Skinny Atlas
Mixed by Jason Moss
Mastered by Chris Gehringer
Recorded in Dylan's apartment

Links
https://twitter.com/dylanowenmusic
https://facebook.com/dylanowenmusic
https://instagram.com/dylanowenmusic
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3tBtd...
https://dylanowenmusic.com

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LYRICS
The roaring twenties were probably not as loud as they should have been
My roaring twenties were quiet
As quiet as the center of the ocean
As quiet as a frozen lake in the middle of winter
In upstate New York where it always snows
The roaring twenties were as quiet as the other end of the phone
But I'll keep trying to call you
Until I hear an echo back
And I get that sound of regurgitated clarity
The roaring twenties were as quiet as the Museum of Natural History
In the middle of the night
And I think I took you there once
To watch digital stars spin on the ceiling
From old velour theater seats
While someone's 9-month-old baby cried
The roaring twenties were as still as my writer's block
Which I'm constantly drifting in and out of
My ice patch of thawing inspiration
Floating across some unnamed ocean somewhere
Thinking that if I survive
I'll claim I was an explorer of sorts
Of my split-personality childhood
Of my great American highway shoulder piggyback journeys home
Where me, a younger me, and all my tributary best friends
Experience cuts for the first time
Fall in love for the first time
Sleep outside in someone's front yard for the first time
Dry our eyes with someone's cotton sleeve in the back of a school bus for the first time
Sleep on waiting room floors for the first time
Watch our parents get divorced for the first time
Experience it all for the first time
And watch our wisest relatives' physical bodies crumble into a million little scattered pieces as we get down on our hands and knees and try to pick them all up from the cutting room floor
We'll stitch them back together into a beautiful thing
A scene comes into view
A movie starts...

Where do we go from here my friend
To patch up all the Holes In Our Stories

...I can’t believe I held on to this
Now I’m almost in my mid-twenties, going on nineteen
Trying on the costumes in my attic like they’re my grief
My spiderwebs and teenage box of suicide goodbye schemes
I’m trying to slow the shutter down, learn to let the light leak
My single mom is sleeping on the couch again
I see the kitchen light on late, as I pass Molly’s house again
Is love this faint for all of us?
I’ll shout until I’m out of breath
And bound to let my voice remove the youth out of my fountain pen
These are the pains that I take with the great adventure
The days that I’ve laid to rest as my age begets the potential
Of raising hell up against the invasion
Of waves they left you and placed you in safe saving
Displaced you in case of death
You’ll never know until you live it
So get out there and live it
Get out there and break some ice
I want to see you drifting
You’ll never know until you live it
So get out there and live it
Get out there and break some ice, kid
I want to see you drifting.

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