Gift for SDWolfpup (Life)
Jan. 21st, 2012 05:01 pmTitle of vid: Children's Work
Recipient: SDWolfpup
Vidder: LithiumDoll
Fandom: Life
Music: "Children's Work" by Dessa
Summary: children aren't as simple as we'd like to think
Content notes: Physical triggers (e.g., epilepsy or migraine: strobe lights, bright lights, "stuttery" cuts between 2-3 stills)
Length: 03:11
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my father was a paper plane
my mother was a windswept tree
my little brother's nearly twice my age
he taught me how to meditate
I taught him how to read
I grew up with a book in my bed
I got these dark circles before I turned ten
heard my mother with her friends worry
it was something she did to get such a serious kid
now I've learned how to paint my face
how to earn my keep / how to clean my kill
some nights I still can't sleep
the past rolls back / and I can see us still
you've learned how to hold your own
how to stack your stones / but the history's thick
children aren't as simple as we'd like to think
before you came along I was a lone cub
fell in love with language / tried to tell the grown-ups
about the storm clouds / the weather in my head
hadn't learned the word for melancholy yet
then you came in five years behind
we thought you couldn't talk
turns out you were just shy
mom said it was serious / dad said you'd be fine
I thought you were the prophet of 1989
you were so tender
we thought something was wrong with you
so patient / we thought that you were deaf
you were so solemn / so tiny but so ancient
ma took you to see doctors / it scared he half to death
and I made you a library of tiny books
with spines two inches high
you didn't say too much, but smiled
taught me how to quiet down my mind
now I've learned how to paint my face
how to earn my keep / how to clean my kill
some nights I still can't sleep
the past rolls back / and I can see us still
you've learned how to hold your own
how to stack your stones / but the history's thick
children aren't as simple as we'd like to think
you slept in my bed / and if I kept quiet...
I could hear all the voices in your head
when the wagon tipped / I prayed over your body
I asked God to take the damage out on me
Ten years later / he finally gets the memo
sent it to accounting and knocked out my front teeth
but you came to
and took my hand and held my eyes and
me and you had a long walk home
so we decided not to cry
now we've got a grown up love
and I know that's how it's suppose to be
same old story mom gets Easters
lets dad have Christmas Eve
but I won't pretend I don't remember how unsual we were
the little mystic and his handler
all some children do is work
I've learned how to paint my face
how to earn my keep / how to clean my kill
but some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back and I can see us still
Recipient: SDWolfpup
Vidder: LithiumDoll
Fandom: Life
Music: "Children's Work" by Dessa
Summary: children aren't as simple as we'd like to think
Content notes: Physical triggers (e.g., epilepsy or migraine: strobe lights, bright lights, "stuttery" cuts between 2-3 stills)
Length: 03:11
Right-click to download vid.
my father was a paper plane
my mother was a windswept tree
my little brother's nearly twice my age
he taught me how to meditate
I taught him how to read
I grew up with a book in my bed
I got these dark circles before I turned ten
heard my mother with her friends worry
it was something she did to get such a serious kid
now I've learned how to paint my face
how to earn my keep / how to clean my kill
some nights I still can't sleep
the past rolls back / and I can see us still
you've learned how to hold your own
how to stack your stones / but the history's thick
children aren't as simple as we'd like to think
before you came along I was a lone cub
fell in love with language / tried to tell the grown-ups
about the storm clouds / the weather in my head
hadn't learned the word for melancholy yet
then you came in five years behind
we thought you couldn't talk
turns out you were just shy
mom said it was serious / dad said you'd be fine
I thought you were the prophet of 1989
you were so tender
we thought something was wrong with you
so patient / we thought that you were deaf
you were so solemn / so tiny but so ancient
ma took you to see doctors / it scared he half to death
and I made you a library of tiny books
with spines two inches high
you didn't say too much, but smiled
taught me how to quiet down my mind
now I've learned how to paint my face
how to earn my keep / how to clean my kill
some nights I still can't sleep
the past rolls back / and I can see us still
you've learned how to hold your own
how to stack your stones / but the history's thick
children aren't as simple as we'd like to think
you slept in my bed / and if I kept quiet...
I could hear all the voices in your head
when the wagon tipped / I prayed over your body
I asked God to take the damage out on me
Ten years later / he finally gets the memo
sent it to accounting and knocked out my front teeth
but you came to
and took my hand and held my eyes and
me and you had a long walk home
so we decided not to cry
now we've got a grown up love
and I know that's how it's suppose to be
same old story mom gets Easters
lets dad have Christmas Eve
but I won't pretend I don't remember how unsual we were
the little mystic and his handler
all some children do is work
I've learned how to paint my face
how to earn my keep / how to clean my kill
but some nights I still can't sleep
The past rolls back and I can see us still
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Date: 2012-01-21 07:08 pm (UTC)I don't think I can ever sum up how I feel about this. How it starts with Dani and the fierce glare she sends and sets to tone for everything and I just. I LOVE IT TO BITS.
Thank you so, so much.
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Date: 2012-02-04 07:23 pm (UTC)I miss it toooooo
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Date: 2012-01-28 07:11 pm (UTC)This vid is so fabulous, thank you so much for making it!
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Date: 2012-01-22 05:34 am (UTC)You show the tangles of Dani's allegiances so well, how working with Charlie impacted her personally (*excellent* use of her glaring at her dad across the dinner table), how it became her and Charlie against all others.
I love the way you take the time to show us solid characterisations of Dani and Charlie as people.
I love the recurring motif of knives, especially the way you linked them with the lyrics referring to work.
...I pretty much just love this vid. LOVE it. :)
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Date: 2012-02-03 07:16 am (UTC)ETA: The transition at 0:39 is gorgeous, and I just adore how you used the dashboard angel.
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