david vincent

david vincent

DVS - Default Angel

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Official Music Video 2014 https://soundcloud.com/dvsperth/defaultangel (free download) Music Credits Lyrics & Raps by David Vincent Smith (DVS) Produced by FG Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Wisdom2th From the Release – The Disappearing Act for Community Records http://thecommunity.com.au/dvs http://dvsperth.bandcamp.com/releases Cast Alexandra Nell Jesse Lawrence Bobby Ruckus Asjad Abid Talleigha Skye Crew Director & Editor: Aaron Moss Producer: Annabelle Fouchard Producer's Assistant: Evian Katanich First Assistant Director: Kiran Wilson Director of Photography: Lewis Potts 1st AC & Gaffer: Joel Crane Production Designer & Costume: Mimi Helm Art Department Assistant: Kaleb McKenna Hair & Makeup: Andrea Hendroff Hair & Makeup: Kate Anderson Unit Manager: Chloe Olman Stills Photographer: Frederick Loo & Court McAllister Casting Director: Jacqueline Alliss Colour Grade: Sandbox Post Production Post Producer: Clint Logan Colourist: Jaemie Manners Special Thanks Ella Wright Pierre Fouchard Sarah Gajek Yvette Gray Eamon Dimmitt Tanya Voltchanskaya Johnny Ma SPONSORS (Our Default Friends are:) Chris Huzzard Studios + David Broadway - http://www.chrishuzzardstudios.com/ Jacqueline Alliss Casting - http://www.jacquelinealliss.com.au/ The Butcher Shop - http://www.thebutchershop.com.au/ Sandbox - http://thesandbox.com.au/ LYRICS so here i go again, picking up the pieces trying to make sense of an unforgiving species and it isn't easy, there's no recipe shattered, a shadow reaching for the rest of me at the bar with the potions eyeing her ciggarette fascinated with death in slow motion. devoted to the ocean - that sits in a shot glass that blasts out any last spot of emotion. guitar strokes, notes, chords from a keyboard hopes clasped in the glass where her dreams pour she avoids living, and would only give me the key to her heart, just to keep the wind-up toy ticking annoyed at these feelings I'm having trouble functioning too and it's frustrating because there's nothing I can do there's a pillow where your head lay a ghost in every corner a fragment of hope that's been sewn into torture alone with my thoughts, my home is a fort it seems i haven't grown and i dont know how to talk i could be the best thing to save you but you were too busy looking for the escape route taste, touch, trust, lust, haste, hate, love she's building relationships, just to break it all up taste, touch, trust, lust, haste, hate, love she's building relationships, just to break it all up And when I met her, I sensed she felt the same disconnection, a mechanism to lessen the pain but the light in her eyes are simply lights in her eyes sucks out my life everytime she tightens her thighs i wasn't try to cage the bird that laughs n sings she's an angel by default with skin grafted wings ...a sermon, etched in... ...lipstick sketches burning red outlining the all the words you've said you're allowed to stick around isolation will only impound you if you want to let your soul grow you know you're allowed too and i don't mean to clown you you claim you lost yourself but you were lost before i even found you