This is a music video style short using all original content. It was shot in North Vancouver with the help of Andrew Crandell, the music was composed and performed by Graeme Thompson, and the spoken word was written and spoken by Levi Hildebrand.
"Sleep in a box in a dirt covered alley way. Things smell different than they did the other day. Listen to the sounds of the air when it whispers. Because wind has seen a lot of things and it almost never answers. Tree bark on the side walk covered in white chalk on a sunday afternoon. Silence of the winter gloom is overhanging soon.
People don't realize the difference in the air when they enter the room. Like another mixture to the compound another addition to the surround. I don't believe in magic but I believe in sound. Hearing makes you stupid because real life isn't heard. If you listen to the radio then your life is absurd. A cheese curd, a shed light, two thirds, of a good night.
I don't write what I don't feel, because shit, that I don't see, cannot be, that real. The toilet bowl porcelain, makes me feel young again. Hugging and clutching, wrenching and blushing. Drooling in the pooling of the drinking i did that evening. I don't see anything, feeling even less. Stress at its best, destroys my bullet proof vest of confidence. The providence in lying in confidence to my confident Heros of my continent. I debauched it, re wrote it and pissed on it. Left the song birds to their bird songs above the street curb in the suburbs. Land of the absurd is where the most of us live. Life drains slow through the sieve. Down into the drain along with our brain, a cotton ball filled soccer ball with nobody playing.
Testament to the lament of those who pour cement for a living. Paving the way for the next everyday. Hard, cold and built for abuse. The earths soft exterior is no longer in use. Please take the bus when the nights early fuss breaks you down past the walmart plus. Break off the rope that stranded you in hope. The place where you send dying children to cope. Partake in the parade of buying minutemaid with the demeanour of an underpaid milkmaid. Your life isn't made if you haven't been paid. Measured in dollars and prize home offers, the one time scholar looses his birth given white collar. If it isn't one thing its the other, and if isn't one those things you can always blame your mother."
Levi Hildebrand (2013)