This is a wonderful score. It’s perfect for a short film. At :41 long a writer or filmmaker could create a storyline out of the rhythms and tones of the music, building to a climax in line with the score. I am thinking that katilacker’s “Boy on bike” would be a perfect resource for this audio. Who has ideas for how to bring these resources together into an animated short film?
I think it would be interesting to revisit this collaborative record between LizzieMackie and ForestKnauff. It begin with the acoustic version by ForestKnauff and LizzieMackie added vocals. This is coming along beautifully and I think it would be further enriched with some additional instruments, and perhaps some more vocals. The more subtle the better I think. Musicians, how can we remix this further?
hey i used to dream about unlimited fame and of a simpler time, flying, my physical frame spry with minimal pain, sky’s the limit and lime-tinted until I met ya then I sensed the seismic shifting my sighs were bigger while my eyes were rapid moving dreams were bitter in disguise and half as soothing cease the grinning or your lies, I’m active dueling I’d seize the quiver Cupid hides, my passion’s ruined in pitch black I’m bound to tap into a part of my brain where strange paths’ll ensue and the dawn of the shame will play back to tense you so the ominous pain will stay active, hence you wake up feeling your laid up cuffed to ceiling fans stuck to wheels of trucks rushed and peelin’ out off to races, right cross to faces kibosh the rest, my eyes start to cave in
sleep gets harder, the older you get you gotta decode and dissect your problem in dark until dawn’ll claw ya mock ya with alarm sounds ringing but now we got those jingles on the cell phones singing so wake up to what you like, it don’t make life better it makes that song less cooler, forever I’ll forget her, I’ll curse her mother but for better or worse i love her
In case you’re wondering, “Brincadeira” is portuguese for “game” or “play.” My idea here was to compose as if a child was matching blocks and generally playing with the toys at hand. Feel free to play with it!
There are a lot of sad dreams in this world, too many, perhaps. Dalkulla doesn’t mind, though; she collects them, those sad dreams. She wanders through this world, her long striped net trailing behind her. She holds it high, as far above her head as she can, so that she can catch the dreams that people have let go of, the dreams that people have let drift away. Those are the saddest dreams, the ones no one believes in anymore.
Dalkulla finds comfort in the forgotten dreams of others. She likes to know she’s not the only one who doesn’t feel quite right in her skin; she likes to know she’s not the only one who’s looking for something more.
When her net becomes full, Dalkulla sifts through the loneliest of the dreams she’s collected and stores them in empty mason jars. Sometimes, maybe after a day, maybe after a year, she finds two dreams that complete each other and pours them into one jar. It makes her think that maybe, just maybe, one day she’ll find a dreamer who completes her too.