A fraternal journey through the shell, deep into the flesh of the nut. Cracked thumbnails, sweat stung eyes and lungs heavy with frankincense; a film built to carry Musa, Nestoridis and Miroslavov to the crest of sanity.
“Surrender to the road and laughter will be waiting at the border.”
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Directed and Produced by Dreamjob
Written by Santos, Whiteley & Wills
Director of Photography - Luis Santos
Art Direction and Sound Design - Dreamjob
Colourist - Ell Ward at Nineteentwenty
Post Producer - Robyn Borrageiro
Lighting Hire - ACME Supply Co.
Additional Hire - Ben Morgan
Translation - Basia Krasowska and Ula M.
Special thanks to Andrew & Heather for gifting us their sacred caravan and to Laurie Crombie and the Invisible Wind Factory for their supreme towing expertise and film site.
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I can’t sleep at night
The past it brought me to my knees
A car waits at the lights
No one’s in the drivers seat
Shivers shake my mind
In the ocean stands a tree
Blowing to a dance
Come on! Watch me break apart!
I don’t really know, I don’t really know
I don’t really know who I am no more
Spotlights hit the stage
Burning pages of a script
Words I’m meant to say
The man is here, this is it!
Shivers shake my mind
In the ocean stands a tree
Blowing to a dance
Come on! Watch me break apart!
I don’t really know, I don’t really know
I don’t really know who I am no more
And when the tide is high
I’m gonna dive in, I’m gonna dive in
You know I’ll never fight
I’m gonna dive in, I’m gonna dive in
Come on! Watch me break apart!
I don’t really know, I don’t really know
I don’t really know who I am no more
We don’t really know, we don’t really know, we don’t really know who we are no more
The past, it brought me to my knees, the past, it brought me to my knees
