One of my ideas is to use my friend's band and have a narrative music video with some clips from a live performance.
There are 3 songs to choose from and these are the lyrics for the songs. Once I decide on a song, I will analyse the lyrics which will help me to decide what the video should look like in order to connotate the message behind the lyrics.
The Right To Criticise:
I remember when We'd hang around with people we didn't like I remember when Their opinions were the only ones that were right I remember when You sat me down and you looked me in the eyes I remember when You sat me down You sat me down And said However Whatever Come over Deliver I wish I was a little less kind I had the right to criticise Do you remember when You had your victims all dressed up in a line? And told them over and over again That they'd lost their mind That they'd lost their mind That they'd lost their mind But you ain't no brother of mine However Whatever Come over Deliver I wish I was a little less kind I had the right to criticise Even with a cross strung round your neck Sitting proudly on your chest You let the devil in And let yourself become a wreck However Whatever Come over Deliver I wish I was a little less kind I had the right to criticise |
Stood In My Corner:
stood in my corner
he's stood there again
stood chasing shadows of passing men
he walks into the pub
with his fist in the sky
starts a fight
with the bar tender
who is far from surrendering
he knows why he's here
God knows how it happened
it started with drugs
but now he's alone
to roam the high road
Just ten years ago
he'd sit with his wife
unaware from now and then that he'd leave paradise
now and then he'd remember
that old sweet sane fella
that everyone'd known
God knows how it happened
it started with drugs
but now he's alone
to roam the high road
There he goes
King of the high road
Stood in my corner
he's stood there again
stood throwing bitterness
in the faces of men
it's always the same
things ain't gonna change
God knows how it happened
it started with drugs
but now he's alone
to roam the high road
stood in my corner
he's stood there again
stood chasing shadows of passing men
he walks into the pub
with his fist in the sky
starts a fight
with the bar tender
who is far from surrendering
he knows why he's here
God knows how it happened
it started with drugs
but now he's alone
to roam the high road
Just ten years ago
he'd sit with his wife
unaware from now and then that he'd leave paradise
now and then he'd remember
that old sweet sane fella
that everyone'd known
God knows how it happened
it started with drugs
but now he's alone
to roam the high road
There he goes
King of the high road
Stood in my corner
he's stood there again
stood throwing bitterness
in the faces of men
it's always the same
things ain't gonna change
God knows how it happened
it started with drugs
but now he's alone
to roam the high road
Disguise:
VERSE
My hands they're tied
And secrecy's why
You thrive to hide
Behind a disguise
It's false its fake
It's eating me inside
It's eating me inside
It's eating me alive
You see me
I try to fight
But I'm tired
CHORUS
Let me go
Let me know
(help me escape)
Let me go
Let me know
(before it's too late)
VERSE
I'm getting stronger
I ain't gonna listen
Cause now i know
Yeah I know
That i'm my own
I'm my own
CHORUS
Let me go
Let me know
(help me escape)
Let me go
Let me know
(before it's too late)
OUTRO
Just like a puppet you pull my strings
Expecting me to do everything you think
My hands they're tied
And secrecy's why
You thrive to hide
Behind a disguise
It's false its fake
It's eating me inside
It's eating me inside
It's eating me alive
You see me
I try to fight
But I'm tired
CHORUS
Let me go
Let me know
(help me escape)
Let me go
Let me know
(before it's too late)
VERSE
I'm getting stronger
I ain't gonna listen
Cause now i know
Yeah I know
That i'm my own
I'm my own
CHORUS
Let me go
Let me know
(help me escape)
Let me go
Let me know
(before it's too late)
OUTRO
Just like a puppet you pull my strings
Expecting me to do everything you think
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