Rainbow Season (Visual Album)

Rainbow Season (Visual Album)


(light synthesizer music) (plaintive guitar music) – [Narrator] I moved back to
the US when I was a child, having left the first time
immediately after I was born. It was a remarkably important decision my parents had to make, and they didn’t have
all the time to make it. The whole of life unraveling, families and generations
on a flip of a coin. It was chaotic and felt
like life or death. Though looking back, not so much. But you don’t get to
choose where bombs drop. I felt like an outsider at
first back in the States, and I can never forget one road
rage incident in particular. “Go back to your fucking
country, you dirty camel jockey,” somebody yelled at my father in our little yellow Volkswagen Rabbit. My father was raging, my mother, full of fear in her eyes. My fantasy for the next
few years after that was to find that guy, like
a commando or a ninja, and get my revenge, clean
kill without a trace. My favorite past time,
drawing war scenes in crayon. (people shouting in foreign language) (“Hayedeh Intro”) (boy murmurs) – [Boy] Might have a better chance– – Ey, doesn’t matter, c’mon.
– Put the pressure on. (boy murmurs) – [Boy] Basketball three-point contest. (children chattering) ♪ 1953 ♪ ♪ CIA Mossadegh ♪ ♪ 1973 ♪ ♪ Oil Embargos ♪ ♪ 1979 ♪ ♪ Ayatollahs ♪ ♪ 1980 ♪ ♪ Ronald Reagan, Saddam Hussein ♪ ♪ 1984 ♪ ♪ Launching chemical bombs ♪ ♪ 1986 ♪ ♪ Ollie North and the Contras ♪ ♪ 1988 ♪ ♪ War is over ♪ ♪ Camel Jockey ♪ ♪ Fuck out my country ♪ ♪ Welcome home to the
other side of the world ♪ ♪ Welcome to your new life ♪ ♪ Welcome home ♪ ♪ Welcome home ♪ ♪ Welcome home to your new life ♪ – [Man] Tough break, but
that’s the way I like it. – [Boy] Oh yes. He got nothing but net on that shot. Nope, too short. – [Narrator] The trees have grown giant, in place of those little branches. All those faces. I wonder what’s become of them. Do they remember these courts
and three-point contest? Or the infamous jacuzzi
behind these courts, with all the little
scandals and summer nights? Little innocent days pass. No clue whats to come. (hoop rattles) Some backstory: this is Pejman KidGusto, my collaborator on the record and friend. We first connected online,
having never met in real life. One day, he reached
out, giving some support on something I had done. I checked out his work and made
a note: work with this guy. A year later, he put a
snippet of some music he was working on Instagram, and I asked him to send it over. He did, and that’s how this all started. Technology is weird like that: good, bad and everything in between. How I feel about its
influence, especially now, is usually wrapped in a story. Anyway, here he is trying to understand my overly-complicated
pitch about repackaging an earlier film, using
take two instead of one and cutting the sequence
as a way to convey an alternative reality timeline, blah blah blah blah. He’s being very gracious about it here. – Absolutely, yeah, yeah. No, I get it, I get it. (“No Water No Moon”) ♪ Tell me what to do ♪ ♪ My baby gone sell my tools ♪ ♪ Don’t know, take my voice ♪ ♪ Didn’t I take my pills of course ♪ ♪ Come and take a ride ♪ ♪ My loves inside ♪ ♪ She don’t need any boy ♪ ♪ She thinks futures just a lie ♪ ♪ Come and take a ride ♪ ♪ My loves inside ♪ ♪ I don’t wanna lose my self ♪ ♪ I wanna take my house up far away ♪ ♪ Oh, take my ride ♪ ♪ Take my time ♪ ♪ Scared to make a move ♪ ♪ What if time dissolves my soul ♪ ♪ Oh, take my time ♪ ♪ Take my time ♪ ♪ Nothing is left anymore ♪ ♪ Do I have a breath at all, my God ♪ ♪ Are you alive ♪ ♪ You alive ♪ ♪ What’s my name ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Where’s the sun ♪ ♪ Take me home ♪ ♪ Why’d I leave ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Where’s the sun ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Ride with me ♪ ♪ Tell me what to do ♪ ♪ My baby gone sell my tools ♪ ♪ Don’t know, take my voice ♪ ♪ Didn’t I take my pills of course ♪ ♪ She don’t need me, boy ♪ ♪ She thinks futures just a lie ♪ ♪ I don’t wanna lose myself ♪ ♪ I wanna take my house up far away ♪ ♪ Oh, take my ride ♪ ♪ Take my time ♪ ♪ Scared to make a move ♪ ♪ What if time dissolves my soul ♪ ♪ Oh, take my time ♪ ♪ Take my time ♪ ♪ Nothing is left anymore ♪ ♪ Do I have a breath at all, my God ♪ ♪ Are you alive ♪ ♪ You alive ♪ ♪ What’s my name ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Where’s the sun ♪ ♪ Take me home ♪ ♪ Why’d I leave ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Where’s the sun ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Ride with me ♪ – [Narrator] Traveling is
one of those overrated things that are forced upon us as important. But the imprints it leaves are special, so it’s a pleasure-pain. My first project I ever did was produced by a Japanese friend. Here are his cats, Haru and Aki, many years later in a high rise in Ebisu. The experience of traveling
and seeing an old friend is like a hallucination. How did we get here, and from where? These two lives intersecting. (people chattering) (“Tokyo Story” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ Landed in Tokyo ♪ ♪ Shinjuku, welcome home ♪ ♪ Met a girl, Yoshiko ♪ ♪ Neon light and tiger eyes ♪ ♪ 4:00 a.m., Tokyo ♪ ♪ Can’t take trains at Bonobo ♪ ♪ Dancing till lovers’ rock ♪ ♪ Dancing till our minds all stop ♪ ♪ I stroll around, thinking back ♪ ♪ To the hills to traffic jams ♪ ♪ My girl she left ♪ ♪ Met an actor while on set ♪ ♪ Danica, why’d you go ♪ ♪ Danica, I’m with Yoshiko ♪ ♪ Danica, why’d you go ♪ ♪ Danica, I’m with Yoshiko ♪ ♪ Danica, why’d you go ♪ ♪ Danica, I’m with Yoshiko ♪ ♪ Danica, why’d you go ♪ ♪ Danica, I’m with Yoshiko ♪ ♪ Danica, why’d you go ♪ ♪ Danica, I’m with Yoshiko ♪ ♪ Danica, why’d you go ♪ ♪ Danica ♪ (birds chirping) – [Narrator] Lovers come and go, and there’s a strange beauty
in romantic frustration. My married friends
insist to remain single, but the lack of a family is
now a self-imposed sore spot. Family life seems peaceful. And it’ll be one less nagging point. (“Modern Love” by Mirs, KidGusto) (singing in foreign language) ♪ You play them games ♪ ♪ I play them games ♪ ♪ We throw away the love ♪ ♪ It’s a tragic shame ♪ ♪ I play them games ♪ ♪ You play them games ♪ ♪ We throw away the love ♪ ♪ It’s a tragic shame ♪ ♪ That’s how it goes ♪ ♪ I see your eyes ♪ ♪ Ever so ♪ ♪ I went through hell ♪ ♪ I did my time ♪ ♪ You hurt me blind ♪ ♪ It’s all my fault ♪ ♪ It’s all your fault ♪ ♪ It’s no one’s fault ♪ ♪ Sucks us in ♪ ♪ To parallels ♪ ♪ What is real ♪ ♪ Nothing’s real ♪ (singing in foreign language) ♪ Just the way it is ♪ ♪ You play them games ♪ ♪ I play them games ♪ ♪ We throw away the love ♪ ♪ It’s a tragic shame ♪ ♪ I play them games ♪ ♪ You play them games ♪ ♪ We throw away the love ♪ ♪ It’s a tragic shame ♪ ♪ I see your face ♪ ♪ A distant space ♪ ♪ Ripples form ♪ ♪ Where’d it go ♪ ♪ Through a hole ♪ ♪ Down the side ♪ ♪ A psychics trap ♪ (singing in foreign language) ♪ Just the way it is ♪ ♪ A modern love ♪ ♪ A modern love ♪ ♪ A modern love ♪ (singing in foreign language) ♪ You play them games ♪ ♪ I play them games ♪ ♪ We throw away the love ♪ ♪ It’s a tragic shame ♪ ♪ I play them games ♪ ♪ You play them games ♪ ♪ We throw away the love ♪ ♪ It’s a tragic shame ♪ (singing in foreign language) ♪ Just the way it is ♪ ♪ Just the way it is ♪ ♪ Just the way it is ♪ ♪ Just the way it is ♪ – [Narrator] One of my
best friends in high school was in a gang. One day, an incident happened
and someone got stabbed, and he was on the run for
being part of the melee. I met up with him behind
a fast food restaurant, and we hung out for several hours. Luckily, nothing major
happened to the victim, but my friend knew his mistake and was incredibly pensive.
– Here we go. – He looked like a ghost–
– Ready for the suicide? – [Narrator] As if his life was over, and since he was a sensitive, good person, his face was a mix of
regret and submission. When I see him now, it’s hard
to believe any of it happened. – What you doing?
– I started the wrong way, and I just went at it
the fucking wrong way, and now it’s like spiraled
into something that, something that I can’t stop,
I could never stop it now. (“Notes” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ I went to downtown with her ♪ ♪ Love to spend time ♪ ♪ She’s just the sweetest little thing ♪ ♪ Spending all our time ♪ ♪ I want to look into our future ♪ ♪ 10 Years down the line ♪ ♪ We’re gonna have many wrinkles ♪ ♪ Gonna take care of our child ♪ ♪ I got your back, you got mine ♪ ♪ It don’t matter to me what’s
going on in this world ♪ ♪ All this news and shit ♪ ♪ Dropping bombs on Arab babies ♪ ♪ Kids shooting shit,
malls and schools are lit ♪ ♪ Mental Illness man ♪ ♪ AR-15 kits ♪ ♪ Black White America ♪ ♪ No shades of color even exist ♪ ♪ Gotta ignore it, man ♪ ♪ Cruising down LA ♪ ♪ Looking for the quiet man ♪ ♪ Looking for some quiet man ♪ ♪ Put your phones down ♪ ♪ Put your drugs down ♪ ♪ Put your guns down ♪ ♪ Put your phones down ♪ ♪ Put your phones down ♪ ♪ Put your drugs down ♪ ♪ Put your guns down ♪ ♪ Put your phones down ♪ ♪ Put your phones down ♪ ♪ Put your drugs down ♪ ♪ Put your guns down ♪ ♪ Put your phones down ♪ ♪ I wrote this note to
you, my lovely self ♪ ♪ My wounded self ♪ ♪ No self to sell ♪ ♪ Is the world on fire ♪ ♪ Just my past desires ♪ ♪ Like a butterfly ♪ ♪ With broken wings ♪ ♪ On no-fly lists ♪ ♪ Was the I in me to be ♪ ♪ Back when you were young
and you didn’t know ♪ ♪ The love you ungrasp comes back ♪ ♪ Beached, like a lonely whale ♪ ♪ A tiger, without her tail ♪ ♪ Back when you were young
and you didn’t know ♪ ♪ Do that dance, do that dance ♪ ♪ Make yourself flow,
watch yourself there ♪ ♪ Make yourself flow ♪ ♪ Make yourself flow,
watch yourself there ♪ ♪ Make yourself flow ♪ ♪ Take that responsibility ♪ ♪ Take that responsibility ♪ ♪ No more West Coast (murmurs) shit ♪ ♪ No more this I ride wish ♪ (murmurs) ♪ Don’t put yourself down over it ♪ (murmurs) (blank tape recorder hissing and clicks) – [Narrator] People love this
idea of life as a simulation. Its an easy escape, an
abdication of responsibilities. The only simulation to bet on is that we still cant come to grips with our expiration dates. (“Rgyb” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ I walk a thousand miles alone ♪ ♪ Up on a canyon slope ♪ ♪ I see the hawks circling me ♪ ♪ I see the mountain lying to me ♪ ♪ They told me to ascend the throne ♪ ♪ But I don’t got no jewelry on ♪ ♪ A peasant trying to find his wings ♪ ♪ A peasant pumped full of dreams ♪ ♪ Locked in a video game ♪ ♪ Red, green, yellow and blue ♪ ♪ Locked in a video game ♪ ♪ Red, green, yellow and blue ♪ ♪ Bounce, motherfucker, bounce ♪ ♪ Bounce, motherfucker, bounce ♪ ♪ Bounce, motherfucker, bounce ♪ ♪ Bounce, motherfucker, bounce ♪ ♪ Locked in a video game ♪ ♪ Red, green, yellow and blue ♪ ♪ I don’t wanna lie to you ♪ ♪ Hiding in a tent all night ♪ ♪ The night comes riding high ♪ ♪ Hiding in a tent all night ♪ ♪ Just wanna hold you tight ♪ ♪ Motherfuckers lie to me ♪ ♪ Underneath the weeds is truth ♪ ♪ A frog jumps quietly out ♪ ♪ Death lurks upon us too ♪ ♪ Death lurks upon us too ♪ ♪ Bounce, motherfucker, bounce ♪ ♪ Bounce, motherfucker, bounce ♪ ♪ Locked in video game ♪ ♪ Red, green, yellow and blue ♪ ♪ Locked in a video game ♪ ♪ Red, green, yellow and blue ♪ (soft electronic music) (voice echoing) – Imagine like that.
– Right, right. Okay.
– You see that? – Yeah, I would say photos
would be on the left, but– – Photos on the left?
– Yeah. Because–
– Creates kind of a hierarchy? – Mm-hm. But I like that, I like that concept. – Yeah, you could see it right here. – Yeah, that’s pretty cool. (birds chirping) (“Transient Love” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ How does it feel, my friend ♪ ♪ When we know the truth ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ How does it feel, my friend ♪ ♪ Rainy days ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Love is gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Clouds float away, my friend ♪ ♪ Windy days ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Hold it down, my friend ♪ ♪ Know the truth ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Love is gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Squeeze your face, my friend ♪ ♪ Hold it down ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Hold it down, my friend ♪ ♪ But we know the truth ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ ♪ Lovers gonna leave you ♪ – [Woman] But I also
haven’t been in a social– – Social gathering?
– Yeah, at all, so used should spend life
me sitting by myself, like at home or whatever. – Yeah.
– One of my brothers went to the, I like smoking with him. – [Narrator] Right. (woman murmurs) (tape recorder clicking)
(chuckles) – [Woman] Do you wanna light
that cigarette? (laughs) – [Narrator] I have about
two pictures from 8th grade, about five from high school. I went to only one school
dance and it wasn’t prom. My date, who paid for my ticket, was not happy that I
was high off mushrooms, though I wasn’t the only one. It was very rude of me. Always these little things
that we wanna update but can’t. But pictures lock it in. A memory locks it in. (“Vibez Right by Your
Side” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ Sing the night ♪ ♪ Come a little closer now ♪ ♪ I love how you fill the night ♪ ♪ Looking at your body
through the silhouette ♪ ♪ Sun was out ♪ ♪ Rainbow Season’s come around ♪ ♪ Baby girl, I want you now ♪ ♪ While you’re playing games no more ♪ ♪ I’ma feel young tonight ♪ ♪ Sun Souls ♪ ♪ Looking at that body rock ♪ ♪ I’ma bring my game, that’s right ♪ ♪ We gon’ make love tonight ♪ ♪ No questions asked ♪ ♪ Light is just my life ♪ ♪ No stress in my life ♪ ♪ Gon’ get rid of that ♪ ♪ Gon’ get rid of that ♪ ♪ No stress in my life ♪ ♪ I know how to feel this time ♪ ♪ Gon’ be right by your side ♪ ♪ Thick and thin, gon’ be alright ♪ ♪ The world might explode tonight ♪ ♪ I might explode tonight ♪ ♪ Feel the vibes ♪ ♪ I know you wanna dance tonight ♪ ♪ You got your girls on your mind ♪ ♪ I got one thing on mind ♪ ♪ Gonna do right with you ♪ ♪ You ♪ ♪ You ♪ ♪ Right with you ♪ ♪ You ♪ ♪ You ♪ ♪ You ♪ ♪ Gonna do right with you ♪ ♪ Gon’ be right by your side ♪ ♪ Thick and thin, gon’ be alright ♪ ♪ The world might explode tonight ♪ ♪ I might explode tonight ♪ ♪ Feel the vibes ♪ ♪ I know you wanna dance tonight ♪ ♪ You got your girls on your mind ♪ ♪ I got one thing on mind ♪ ♪ Gonna do right with you ♪ (birds chirping) (“Rainbow Season” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ Rainbow Seasons ♪ ♪ They come and go ♪ ♪ Rainbow Seasons ♪ ♪ They come and go ♪ ♪ Where they go ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Into the void ♪ ♪ Into the void, you where there ♪ ♪ Now a ghost ♪ ♪ Everything’s transient ♪ ♪ So I’ve been told ♪ ♪ And in my wildest fever dream ♪ ♪ Can’t shake the kiss ♪ ♪ Those moments in between ♪ ♪ Gently, you nudge me ♪ ♪ Staring eye to eye ♪ ♪ Blue as a bird ♪ ♪ Black as the night ♪ ♪ The red in the room ♪ ♪ All I can see ♪ ♪ You closed your eyes ♪ ♪ Turning away ♪ ♪ So gently ♪ ♪ The prettiest neck ♪ ♪ I’ve ever seen ♪ ♪ What difference does it make ♪ ♪ Never meant to be ♪ ♪ Rainbow Seasons ♪ ♪ They come and go ♪ ♪ Rainbow Seasons ♪ ♪ They come and go ♪ ♪ Where they go ♪ ♪ I don’t know ♪ ♪ Into the void ♪ ♪ Into the void ♪ (rain falling and thunder rolling) ♪ I like you ♪ ♪ I like you ♪ – [Narrator] To me, family is life: the realm of unconditional love, the sacrifice, the selflessness. I meet a lot of people
who had and have problems with family, and it’s
hard for me to comprehend. And I wish that the negative
feelings don’t get passed down. (“Journal of An Eternal
Lightness of Being”) ♪ Whatcha want ♪ ♪ Freedom man ♪ ♪ Whatcha need ♪ ♪ Bread to eat ♪ ♪ Whatcha want ♪ ♪ Freedom man ♪ ♪ Whatcha need ♪ ♪ Bread to eat ♪ ♪ We come in boats ♪ ♪ We swim to shores ♪ ♪ We drown in hoards ♪ ♪ You bombed our land ♪ ♪ Another chance ♪ ♪ Another chance ♪ ♪ Freedom by day ♪ ♪ Freedom by night ♪ ♪ We dreamt of lands ♪ ♪ A motherland ♪ ♪ American dreams ♪ ♪ Slipping through the hand ♪ ♪ Feels like sand ♪ ♪ Hourglass ♪ ♪ Take my hand ♪ ♪ And take me by the hands ♪ ♪ Whatcha want ♪ ♪ Freedom man ♪ ♪ Whatcha need ♪ ♪ Bread to eat ♪ ♪ Whatcha want ♪ ♪ Freedom man ♪ ♪ Whatcha need ♪ ♪ Bread to eat ♪ ♪ The night sky ♪ ♪ Filled with stars ♪ ♪ So pretty ♪ ♪ Forget this all ♪ ♪ Children’s eyes ♪ ♪ Tears all night ♪ ♪ Silence falls ♪ ♪ Break of light ♪ ♪ Another chance ♪ ♪ Another chance ♪ ♪ Who are you ♪ ♪ To keep us out ♪ ♪ Loving heart ♪ ♪ Where’s it gone ♪ ♪ Two is one ♪ ♪ One is two ♪ ♪ Alien smiles ♪ ♪ Just like you ♪ ♪ Whatcha want ♪ ♪ Freedom man ♪ ♪ Whatcha need ♪ ♪ Bread to eat ♪ ♪ Whatcha want ♪ ♪ Freedom man ♪ ♪ Whatcha need ♪ ♪ Bread to eat ♪ (man speaking in foreign language) (men speaking in foreign language) (rooster crows) – [Narrator] I lived in
Laurel Canyon for a bit. It was my favorite place in LA because of its seclusion
and its enchantment. I had two pit bulls: Roscoe and Buckley. They were my ex’s and I
know longer have them. They were the sweetest, gentlest dogs, and constantly attacked by unleashed dogs in the neighborhood. My only other dog,
Charlie, was a black Lab. He was a wild child and
got permanently banned from the groomer. One day, he bit a
neighbor that startled him while he was sleeping on the front lawn. When he was elderly and sick, I couldn’t let him go, and so my father took him to put him down. When he came home, he cried
more than I had ever seen him. And to this day, I can
never forgive myself over not going to put my dog down. It always hurts. I miss them all very much. (“Wolfs Sun” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ Dah nah nah nah nah nah ♪ ♪ Dah nah nah nah nah nah nah ♪ ♪ Dancing with the dead ♪ ♪ Drive through the night ♪ ♪ Can you hear the howls ♪ ♪ Wolf Sun is out ♪ ♪ Orcas play at night ♪ ♪ Wolves hunt at night ♪ ♪ Look up in the sky ♪ ♪ Don’t know what or why ♪ ♪ Wolf Sun glows up in the west ♪ ♪ They gon’ eat you up
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ They gon’ take your bread
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ They gon’ take your soul
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ I’m gon’ get that bread
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ She gon’ be my wife
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ I take my time in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ We gon’ get that home
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ Can you hear my voice ♪ ♪ We ride in the dark ♪ ♪ Creatures come and go ♪ ♪ My baby, she my ride ♪ ♪ We took our fucking time ♪ ♪ Lost in the woods ♪ ♪ 100 yards on foot ♪ ♪ Freedoms come and go ♪ ♪ Sirens echo cold ♪ ♪ Wolf Sun glows up in the west ♪ ♪ They gon’ eat you up
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ They gon’ take your bread
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ They gon’ take your soul
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ I’m gon’ get that bread
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ She gon’ be my wife
in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ I take my time in the Wild Wild West ♪ ♪ We gon’ get that home
in the Wild Wild West ♪ (singer murmurs) ♪ I’m gon’ get that bread around me ♪ ♪ She gon’ take my soul from me ♪ ♪ I don’t wanna do what
the world tells me ♪ ♪ I don’t wanna say what
the world tells me ♪ ♪ I don’t wanna do what
the world tells me ♪ ♪ I don’t wanna say what
the world tells me ♪ (birds chirping) – Amir, hey man, how’s it going? Good. Hey, so I got this track
that I’m working on. I think it might be the one for the final track on the record. Yeah. For sure, I was working
on some kete rhythms, and brought in some Rhythm A samples, and got into a little dub flavor, and I think it’s the one, man. Yeah, I’ll send it right over. All right, dude, I’ll talk to you. All right, bye. Hey, Amir. Hey, what’s up, man? Good, yeah. Hey, so I have this new
track that I’m working on, I think it might be the one for the final track on the record. Yeah. For sure. Yeah, I was messing
with some kete rhythms, and (engine rumble muffles
speech) a little dub tempo, and I think this might be the one. Yeah, I’ll send it over. All right, I’ll talk to you later. Bye. (“Grid on Fire” by Mirs, KidGusto) ♪ Electrified ♪ ♪ Your grid’s on fire ♪ ♪ Polarized ♪ ♪ Claim your energy ♪ ♪ Electrified ♪ ♪ The grid’s on fire ♪ ♪ Polarized ♪ ♪ Claim your energy ♪ ♪ Electrified ♪ ♪ The grid’s on fire ♪ ♪ Polarized ♪ ♪ Claim your energy ♪ ♪ I look around ♪ ♪ Things got you down ♪ ♪ Can’t take it out on yourself ♪ ♪ Souls incentivized ♪ ♪ Greedy absent minds ♪ ♪ Saliva drips in a way ♪ ♪ I love you too ♪ ♪ Despite our points of view ♪ ♪ Rage burns, deep inside your heart ♪ ♪ I won’t blame you though ♪ ♪ When you were young and bold ♪ ♪ We played in fields and mud ♪ ♪ Plants and bugs and animals ♪ ♪ Soaked in a pleasure’s pain ♪ ♪ Death not so far away ♪ ♪ Rescinding offers of time ♪ ♪ Fractured like the globe ♪ ♪ Feeling all alone ♪ ♪ Can’t let those feelings get us down ♪ ♪ Electrified ♪ ♪ The grid’s on fire ♪ ♪ Polarized ♪ ♪ Claim your energy ♪ ♪ Electrified ♪ ♪ The grid’s on fire ♪ ♪ Polarized ♪ ♪ Claim your energy ♪ ♪ The grid’s on fire ♪ ♪ The grid’s on fire ♪ ♪ The grid’s on fire ♪ (guitar string echoing)
– I had a band long ago. (gentle electric guitar music)
We recorded our first songs on a 4-track. Every week, we would go to
a rehearsal studio and play. It was really a beautiful time, but it was always drama. And it became unbearable,
and the rest of them grew up. (upbeat rock music) (music muffles speech) – Huh?
– End it totally abrupt like that.
– Okay. – [Narrator] Looking at pictures
and thinking of past times is something I seldom ever do. But when I do, it brings
about the rosy pasts and, of course, disappointments. For me, those
disappointments almost always in the love department. If I could, would I change them to bring about a different point in the now? I don’t think so. I’m not looking for a perfect timeline. That’s not human. Perfection is not human. – Anyway.
(“Entangled Outro”) (woman murmurs) – [Woman] I’m not really a jealous person. I am (murmurs). ♪ You paid me no mind ♪ ♪ Time loops, unwinds ♪ ♪ Show me your wrists ♪ ♪ Seen all your skin ♪ ♪ Teased me back then ♪ ♪ Sixth sense, third eye ♪ ♪ Head over heels ♪ ♪ You’re head over heels ♪ ♪ We’re entangled ♪ ♪ Baby, I’m a strange loop ♪ ♪ We’re entangled ♪ ♪ Baby, I’m a strange loop ♪ ♪ We’re entangled ♪ ♪ Baby, I’m a strange loop ♪ ♪ We’re entangled ♪ ♪ Baby, I’m a strange loop ♪ ♪ We’re entangled ♪ ♪ Baby, I’m a strange loop ♪ – [Man] Down for that,
and once they got you. This is gonna be… I know what you’re
talking about (murmurs). I’m the worst, dude, I analyze
the fuck outta everything. Most guys would be over
like a fuckin’ Tweet. (murmurs) (murmurs) thought about it. – [Boy] Your turn, go again. – [Narrator] Life doesn’t stand still. (children chattering) And there’s nothing we can grasp, like water through the hands. What comfort does this bring? I’m not sure. But in this limit, we
know seasons come and go. And occasionally, they’re
beautiful, transformative seasons, full of joy and lessons. And then it disappears.

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