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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 21, 2007 13:26:39 GMT
Now, i don't know about you guys but when i'm listening to songs sometimes i end up making a video up in my head. This is a thread where you can post ideas (to any song) and see what other people think! Here are some of mine. I've always wanted to star in a music video because i LOVE mouthing along to songs and doing facial expressions and movements at the same time. I call it sing-acting. I like making them up too.
Demolition
A man/girl meets a woman/man on the street and seems to arrange to meet her later on/gets her phone number. He then walks into a kind of ramshakle house, but not especially ramshackle. The only thing you can see 'now' is a mirror and grey walls. The singing starts and basically the guy/girl is singing along, mouthing, doing painful facial expressions just as the song insinuates. He/she then starts watching the house fall down, and blood oozes down the walls. He/she lays on the bare wooden floorboards and the floors start collapsing. Layer after layer they fall splintering around the person. Then it stops and they are just lying there and other images start to flash up. A pot of paint, a curtain pole, a person leaving someone sitting on a bench and finally the man/woman earlier seen. Then as the recorder-y type bit starts everything rewinds. The floors come up, the wailing person goes backwards, the blood goes up etc etc. The person then walks out of the door and back to where they started. Then the person they 'met' walks past them and they don't acknowledge each other.
Jacob's Ladder
On the 'jaaaaccob' all you see is a child looking over a field in the typical 'hand to forehead' searching motion. Then you see a broken ladder and a grey sky behind. It looks like it used to be leaning against a white house. There is people lying all twisted around it. Then you see a child's face (quite close up) all innocent and sad. It mouths along to all the words looking increasingly scared and occaisionally looking at the twisted people behind them. Then on the 'yeeehhheeeeeyy' bits, the face slowly turns malicious. It sneers and smiles mischeviously and turns round. It runs backwards and you see the ladder fixed. It leans up against a white house and there is golden sky at the top. There are people leaning up climbing up it. The 'child' smashes it with their hands and people scream etc and the sky goes grey. As the songs ends the child skips off.
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Post by cheshire on Jul 22, 2007 1:49:17 GMT
I like those! Especially demolition, the bit with everything going back togeather.I do the same thing, but I put them into story format which takes forever. They're quite long, too. I have a short story that is about two pages.. If I post it here, will it be a mite too long?
If not, I'll try and condense some of 'em. I've got this great werewolf idea for Paris :-)
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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 22, 2007 9:22:59 GMT
oh go go
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Post by cheshire on Jul 23, 2007 6:43:30 GMT
(The boy is eight)
The decorative silver platter reflected the bird’s image, as it swooped away over the now disrupted wedding ceremony. It took only a few moments for the ring bearer to realize what was missing from the velvet cushion, and even less time for the bride to break down hysterically over it. The bridegroom, looking extremely confused raced to his beloved as the best man tried to save the scene by making bad jokes about the weather, waving his arms in an attempt to save the ceremony.
To tell the truth, the whole thing bored Patrick. Anything that involved wearing a suit and sitting still for long periods of time was a big no in his book. Plus, this wedding had an added torture- it had been staged on the edge of a forest, which Patrick had been yearning to explore since he saw it, and it was to his chagrin that he would need to stay seated in the damp meadow. The bride was weeping loudly, shouting about how her special day was ruined. “It’s the ring boy’s fault- He let that bird have it! Oh Thomas, I knew we should have used your younger brother to do it, Patrick was just too young for the responsibility.."
Patrick’s attention was diverted- his aunt, an old, crablike woman was nudging him out of his chair. “Go see if you can make things better Patrick,” she spoke, in a tense commanding tone.
Patrick rose from his seat quietly, and walked away from the wedding, towards the looming forest, happy to be rid of his family. He was the only one who saw where the bird was going- at least he could go into the forest at last. He ran into the forest, happy to exercise his legs after that long sit.
It was a beautiful sight- the trees loomed over his head, the ground soft and mossy. Large ferns and weeds sprouted among the dewy grass. Patrick felt connected to this wild place, and he began to play and explore, the wedding forgotten. He sang and called, more for the joy of speaking than for his wish to find the bird. But then again- it was a game, wasn’t it? A game to find the friendly thief.
“Magpie, was it you who stole the wedding ring?” He leaped between the bracket and fern, his suit getting damp with dew. He laughed. “But what other thieving bird would steal such a thing away?” He continued to call to the magpie, going deeper and deeper into the forest, until he could no longer see which way he had come. “Magpie, I am lost.”
He had hardly finished speaking before he heard the coarse voice of the magpie, but he could not see her. “They have no name for us.” Spoke the bird bitterly.
Patrick did not think before he replied- he never did. “But still we sing!” He said happily, and began to sing anew. He did not fear the bird- he had nothing to fear. The bird swooped down from the above branches, flying in an arc around him. “And still we sing.” She spoke, landing on a dead tree above Patrick. The large black bird peered at him through clouded eyes, and Patrick continued to sing to her, only stopping when the bird raised her head.
Her sharp beak opened, as she spoke to him tenderly yet mockingly. “Little boy, little boy. Lost and blue.” She raised her head in thought then looked at him again. “Listen now, let me tell you what to do.” The magpie spread her wings, and dropped down from the branch, her feathers becoming larger as she fell, becoming a ghostly shroud.
Patrick watched in awe at her graceful transformation, the old woman looking up at him with those same-clouded eyes, dressed in a tattered black cloak adorned with soft black feathers. Around her neck hung strings of gold and tarnished silver, some of the jewelry being ages old, rusted against her frail form. Rings, some with jewels, covered her long claw-like fingers. Some of those rings no more than rusted bands of what might have been value, and some were shining like new. The old woman smiled, putting an arm around the young boy, her hand shone as she swept out her arm, over the forest and it’s wonders. Patrick gazed out at the natural wonder as she spoke.
“You can run on, run along, alone, or home between the hazel, all among the bracket and the fern, and the boy will have a name.” She spoke gently to him, indicating the wonders of the forest were free to him, as they had always been to her. She took her arm from his shoulder, and Patrick, understanding what had been bestowed upon him, sang with her.
“And we will Sing,” they spoke together, facing each other, the young and the old. “and we will sing.”
“One for Sorrow.” “Two for Joy.” “Three for a girl,” “Four for a boy.” “Five for silver.” Spoke the Magpie, her wizened hand closing over Patrick’s. “Six for gold!” Spoke Patrick, his curiosity and understanding clear.
The magpie shook her head, removed her hand from his.
“Seven for a secret...” Her cloak seemed to rise up, swallowing her whole, “Never to be Told.” She finished, as the feathers closed over her face, her voice fading to a whisper.
Patrick watched the bird spread her wings and fly from him, over the forest. He knew not to follow. Opening his hand, he saw the wedding ring she had placed in his palm. He clenched it in his small fist and ran back to his family, leaping freely between the bracket and fern towards the wedding.
(much love for letting me post, hope it doesnt get cut. For some reason it won't indent..)
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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 23, 2007 17:19:46 GMT
Ohh i read this before and i loved it, it stays in my head all the time!
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Post by cheshire on Jul 29, 2007 2:38:12 GMT
thank yous! I'm halfway through making the video to The Stars, it's a bit harder to explain than Magpie. Arcade Fire has been my video muse lately, but I'm almost done...
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Post by Rhiflect on Jul 29, 2007 9:41:53 GMT
Yay! Sounds interesting.
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Post by Rosie on Aug 4, 2007 18:40:42 GMT
Wow all your ideas are amazing. You both have such good imaginations, mine seems to be non existant at the moment... I really liked the bit in Demolition where both of them walk past eachother and don't even acknowledge each other. The sotry was amazing too ! Loved it all.
Nice work people. xx
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Post by lululoves on Aug 4, 2007 22:48:22 GMT
This is quite lame and unimaginative
London This is in sepia tone, by the way.
When the female voice (Jo's, I strongly assume) starts off, its a lady in the tower just wailing for Patrick (he is so the star!) from the Big Ben towere. For him to acknowledge her, within busy London. Tht's the main plot
So he wakes up by the bells in clothed for the day and stares out of the window almost mournfully. All he sees is the yellow grass before all the buildings and whatnot London. Its a bright day. He proceeds downstairs, puts on a scarf and is on his (not very) merry way. He's dressed in a trench coat, quite scruffy shirt without tie and black shorts - he doesn't look neat at all, his hair is in the typical 'morning hair' mood.
The next bit we see him in, is the chorus, on London bridge going the opposite direction, slowly as everyone else (nearly a cliche) but in the background you can see the wailing lady quite clearly silently outstretching her hands for him. And yes, a few people do barge into him as he walks. He just has a very sad face throughout on, but he sings at the chorus.
From "come down from darkened heights" he's back on ground peering around the city, down at the Thames and somehow managing to spot the monuments mentions St Paul's/Big Ben's (but the lady is to far to see). The camera just pans all over the place, circling him, focusing on those people who dress as statues, the London Eye, all the places you'd go. He approaches the Thame's barrier/rail and stares down into it.
After the final chorus, (ie. violiny stuff) he manages to jumpover the rail (the Superman Patrick he is) scoops up some water washes his face with it. Takes off his coat and wander further up the bank. You see a bit more of London whizzing around and at the very end you see the lady approching him from the other direction and they look at each other and them clasp hands.
*boo, hiss* I told you it was lame
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Post by pigeon song on Aug 4, 2007 23:19:03 GMT
thats not lame at all! i love the idea of patrick jumping into the thames..not sure i'd try it myself you see some strange things being swept down that river. anyway i have always sort of had an idea for (Let's Go) Get Lost...its not as complete as the other ones here.
(Let's Go) Get Lost
You see a boy, but only from the shoulders down, leaving his house and you just see him clicking his fingers and running along a street. You then see a girls body come into view and they join hands and run off. Then they just run around the city to the cinema etc. and riding their bikes but you only ever see their bodies never their faces. Then during the second verse you see them dancing and leaving a club and when they get outside its all dark and they run alonside a river and find a park and they collapse onto the ground and then it finishes on their clasped hands.
Hmmm...reading that back it does seem a bit rubbish, but it makes sense in my mind! Honest...
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Post by lululoves on Aug 5, 2007 22:15:22 GMT
Oh wow! Your 'video' sounds cool. That reminds me of the bottom half of the Von Bondies video (C'mon C'mon).
How lovely -- would be perfect.
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Post by Rhiflect on Aug 6, 2007 10:22:11 GMT
I love all these! And that finallyyy someone other than me and chesire has replied on this thread
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Post by madeline on Aug 6, 2007 11:44:25 GMT
The Magic Position:
the setting: A civil War is happening bombs are going off the sky is grey all really quite violent and gloomy.
Patrick and his professional dancing posse all come out of a bunker made up from the left over rubble. All dressed in the usual pimped out glitter gear. in the background are bombs going off people getting shot, people screaming everything is dismal except for patrick because he's in his bright gear. He walks and prances around various war scenes whilist singing too the camera. *signalling with his hands and body movements to explain look what the shits happening!"
the last chorus him and his dancing posse gather around in the middle of the war zone and do a highly choreographed dance. *Like Madonna in hung up* at his last pose a close up of patrick and his dancers all stepping on mines. the camera zooms in on patrick with a smug smile that says "ain't i good!" then everyone blows in a very comical (dummies flying everywhere way).
i just came up with that in about a minute.
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Post by Rhiflect on Aug 6, 2007 16:59:24 GMT
Lol.. It'd be one of those 'everyone loves it but music channels are banning it because there is death' videos. Ah well
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Post by madeline on Aug 8, 2007 10:15:14 GMT
thats like justify my love by madonna. It was the most Raunchy clip of the 90's no one wanted to play it except late night music shows and the song still got to no.1 I'm always Comparing Patrick to Madonna. They change they're look and haircolour every album. now both make crappy strip tease attempts onstage.
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Post by Rhiflect on Aug 8, 2007 18:06:07 GMT
First bit of This Weather
[Sepia and Black and White, slightly 1930s film-ish.]
Patrick sits on a bench in a port with only a couple of metres between him and the sea. An old sea shop with a life ring attached to the wall by old sea rope stands behind. Patrick looks around, slightly content but seeming to want to move. Instead, as the crackly talking starts, he pulls out a notebook. He writes the lyrics to the song as they are being said and the actions happen as the are being written.Also, the weather overhead changes but nothing ever falls from the sky e.g rain. The main focus is the notebook with the curly, old fashioned, italic writing that is being written in to it but the actions behind and the weather changes are still blatently obvious.
I'm not sure what to do once the main talking starts but when i was dancing around to it in my room, when the 'i am not going to set my, set myself free' bit was said i shut my curtains and windows and started doing ballet-style dances to it and it fitted quite well.
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Post by pigeon song on Aug 9, 2007 20:33:51 GMT
I love your beginning to 'This Weather' i always imagined it in muted/sepia tones. Maybe is just me but i love to listen to 'This Weather' during thunderstorms and heavy rain, i always imagined the main part of the song starting with 'The clouds roll in..' with him standing on a cliff in the centre of a huge sea storm with wind blowing all aroung him while he is just singing 'Under this weeeather' with rain falling on his face (is that too cliche?) But the storm just builds throughout the song...Maybe he should be the only part of the 'screen' that is in colour, it seems a shame to mute Patrick's clothes but i guess it is WITW era. Then when the piano comes in the camera zooms out with him on a cliff. That song is in my head now I'll stop rambling.
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Post by Rhiflect on Aug 10, 2007 15:01:56 GMT
Lol, yours seems very good. MAYBE he could get off the bench and walk to a cliff and yours could happen! We are blatently going to be a video making duo extraordinaire.
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Post by pigeon song on Aug 10, 2007 15:18:21 GMT
YAY, we obviously are...if only Patrick could see this thread and decide to make them *sigh* but with my new camcorder (woo) i can at least try....maybe i could borrow puppet patrick
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Post by Rhiflect on Aug 10, 2007 15:24:37 GMT
Haha. I am going to the place where i imagine my part of the video to be set on Saturday..so, just lob the camera down to Fowey in Cornwall and give Patrick a ring and all shall be set!
Hah.
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