Watsky- Tiny Glowing Screens Part 1 [Cardboard Castles] @2watsky

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Directed by Jackson Adams
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Director of Photography- Jess Dunlap
Produced by Cara McKeown
Edited by Peter Gould
Visual Effects by Jesse Toula

1st AC frank Mobilio
1st AD Ari Eastman
PA Adam Goldberg
Special Thanks to Nils Montan

starring Veronika Mikulasek

Music produced by Kush Mody
Engineered by Nils Montan
Mixed and mastered by Mike Denten

Watsky- Tiny Glowing Screens Part 1 [Cardboard Castles]

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$Watsky- Lovely Thing Suite Part 1: Conversations [x Infinity] x Infinity album download: http://radi.al/xInfinity http://facebook.com/gwatsky @gwatsky Directed and Produced by Carlos Lopez Estrada & Diego Huacuja Animation Director & Art: Diego Huacuja aka deachete Animators: Diego Huacuja & Pablo Díaz Produced by Basa (basaestudio.com) Sound: Michael OConnor Music produced by Kush Mody Mixed by Andrew Oedel Mastered by Gentry Studer and Howie Weisenberg Verse 1 I remember vividly my tears dropping on the grey carpet onthe top step pops giving me his best guess me confessing the burning question stressing and concerning me and turning me to a wet mess it’s probably nothing I get it, I’m aware I know it’s probably stupid to be scared But these days are flying past us and nobody seems to care It’s like we’re sprinting towards a brick wall we’re pretending isn’t there What happens when we hit it? Do we split into a million bits Or do we come back as a bullfrog and talk in ribbits? What is it? What is it? What is it? You got the answer so give it, so give it, so give it Don’t lie, what happens when we die? Dad says, Georgie I’m just guessing from what I’ve been told Probably thinking, “How’d I raise this emo fucking nine-year-old?” Since I’m sorta really not religious it’s a crapshoot I roll a pair of dice Although the thought of paradise is very nice In my heart I know I don’t believe in magic So I’m thinking maybe death is like eternal TV static or returning to the state before your birth absorbed into the earth the fewer hours left the more they’re worth I admit that it’s difficult to think about I think everybody got a little bit of doubt You don’t get to hide from it even if you shout Not a soul on the planet gets to wiggle out And he said that I know that’s it’s tough to take in son but it’s so early I can see you’re in a hurry but don’t worry cause Chorus That isn’t for a long, long time That isn’t for a long, long time That isn’t for a long, long time That isn’t for a long, long, long, long time Verse 2 Life moves fast Made the mistake of blinking, twenty years passed Now I’m sitting in my living room in Brooklyn with father We don’t bother doing Christmas in the Bay any longer It’s first time that we’ve had this conversation He says “it’s tough to take in I know we’re not quite ancient But we’ve reached age where we should probably talk arrangements We could take it several routes We could sell the house We can’t work forever, eventually money will run out That’s a spot taking a loan would help us cover Which would make it tougher to leave something for you and your brother” Stop—can’t you see? Every meal that you paid for me all this power to chase a dream All this privilege not to crave riches but it’s plain to me the key fact is it’s easy to act like cash means jack shit if you never lacked it and the greatest honor I could have is to make a buck and pass back a fraction of all the happiness you gave to me And I will never make you live where you don’t aim to be Age is just data we paint our story A to Z then dip out R.I.P. rip out, we tear out the pages Tear up the stage and we take a seat making a vacancy Famous or not, we fade from the plot Every day when a new night falls I ride around the sun on this big blue ball I get a bit further from the kid called Paul and I get a bit closer to the big brick wall But since inching up to that fence I can run my fingers against all the bricks and mortar and sense that it’s not so cold and so dense And although I’m mournful I’ve known that I’m not immortal I’m not banging into stone but I’m more heading through this portal We’re born to return to home We’re all born to be mincemeat everything dies except for Papaya King hotdogs on 86th St. Dad hands me a napkin, tells me it’s been the same since the fifties He didn’t always love the city but dammit he’ll miss me How can you miss something after you leave, I agree that it’s sad but please Don’t dwell on it Dad, because— Chorus$

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Watsky- Tiny Glowing Screens Part 1 [Cardboard Castles]