WHY? - II. I’ve been carving my elbows, I might just take flight. (Official Video)



II. I’ve been carving my elbows, I might just take flight. Starring: Tatiana Maslany Yoni Wolf Grace Weir Josiah Wolf Ada McCulluch Miles Joris-Peyrafitte - Director James Siewert - Executive Producer Brent Benedict - Producer Stephen Gurewitz - Editor John Rosenthal - Assistant Director Joshua Bogart - Assistant Camera Brendan Bequette - Assistant Camera Michael Wolf - Home Video Footage Andrew Boylan - Camcorder Footage Keenan Parry - VFX Joseph Mastantuono - Color Correction GoodPost - Post Services Many thanks to everyone above and Tony Stone & Malissa Auf Der Maur, Frances Sultan, John McChulluch, Amy Peterson, Basilica Hudson, Roman Horst, Lyle Vincent. LYRICS: ----- II. I’ve been carving my elbows, I might just take flight. --- Reason Give me a reason. Give me a reason to come there. Give me a reason, I’ll leave right now. Give me a reason to come there. Give me a reason. Texture don’t show. I’ve been waiting for all night to go to you. Texture don’t show. I’ve been carving my elbows, I might just take flight. Give me a reason to come there. Give me a reason, I’ll leave right now. Give me a reason to come there. Give me a reason. Give me a reason. --- Deleterio Motilis After I say I’ll *WHAT* you in the bathroom of the pizza by slice place, It’s not fair for me to ask what kinda wife you might make— forbidding you to smoke like the fascist butt of a joke. That is poor practice for opening the heart to a possible start. Horn-rimmed Napoleon only in for the week, on high over the breech, in a speech he’s been preaching since he’s been alive. Jeez, nasty little man, so fast to show his hand to any last bastard who’s ass is in pants. The man’s manners, mild, like winters in the south, Rather odd he might inquire if he can finish in your mouth. Sex-starved, wrecked, scarred, flesh marred, but best part: Never bent bars hold men far from fresh start. At dawn, with Hilton pen, he feels he’ll fall hard. Yes, in bed the bard tends to pretend he’s all heart. --- Stained Glass Slipper Coroner, as October sees the leaves turn colors, you’re so much older than when we first met each other down in southern Cali and the pounding pattern drum of pumping blood was sounding even thought the subject was too young. All I need is one night to see if it’s right. You can cut me like street lights with the sunrise. All I ask is one night to know if it’s right. We can scatter like ashes when the cock cries. On an autumn morning like this, I sit and watch the shadows of birds on bricks, think words to warm the marrow of this feral woman pharaoh turning twenty five on the twenty sixth. All I need is one night to see if it’s right. We can scatter like ashes when the cock cries. All I ask is one night to know if it’s right. You can cut me like street lights with the sunrise.


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