An old diary. A journey through pages of notes, memories, sketches, drawings, words.
Reminders of scattered moments collected in a lifetime.
Another word. Another image. Another moment.
Don’t you think it’s strange how things in the very end always seem to blend?
Directed by Emanuele Kabu.
Original footage by GUGU Productions.
Lyrics by Eddie Sears.
Music and Production by Eddie Sears & Danusk.
Windmills, behind the hills
It’s time to wake up, big boy
It’s time to break up, don’t you think
It’s strange how things
In the very end
Always seem to blend
I’ll be flying away, over the sunset and over the rains
You hit me hard, you hit me like a tidal wave
I am a bat in a cage, I’ll take you down into my grave
Unleash your weapon and sharpen your knife,
This is the end, one of us will not survive
I am done
Draw the curtain of your circus
I don’t see how things can get better tonight
When the tickets are priced way too high
For your one man parade
You’re fucking a granade