Default Angel: the first video and single(available for free download) has dropped today from DVS.
DVS - Default Angel
The song comes from DVS new release ‘The Disappearing Act’ which drops early 2015.
Check the video here: DVS – Default Angel (VIDEO CLIP)
Down the single here: https://dvsperth.bandcamp.com/track/default-angel
Or here: https://soundcloud.com/dvsperth/defaultangel
One day I went fishing and caught myself a selfish.
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Music Credits
Lyrics & Raps by David Vincent Smith (DVS)
Produced by FG
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Wisdom2th
From the Release – The Disappearing Act
for Community Records
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Film Credits
Cast
Alexandra Nell
Jesse Lawrence
Bobby Ruckus
Asjad Abid
Talleigha Skye
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Crew
Director & Editor: Aaron Moss
Producer: Annabelle Fouchard
Producer’s Assistant: Evian Katanich
First Assistant Director: Kiran Wilson
Director of Photography: Lewis Potts
1st AC & Gaffer: Joel Crane
Production Designer & Costume: Mimi Helm
Art Department Assistant: Kaleb McKenna
Hair & Makeup: Andrea Hendroff
Hair & Makeup: Kate Anderson
Unit Manager: Chloe Olman
Stills Photographer: Frederick Loo & Court McAllister
Casting Director: Jacqueline Alliss
Colour Grader: Jaemie Manners from Sandbox
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SPONSORS (Our Default Friends are:)
Chris Huzzard Studios + David Broadway – http://www.chrishuzzardstudios.com/
Jacqueline Alliss Casting – http://www.jacquelinealliss.com.au/
The Butcher Shop – http://www.thebutchershop.com.au/
Sandbox – http://thesandbox.com.au/
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LYRICS
so here i go again, picking up the pieces
trying to make sense of an unforgiving species
and it isn’t easy, there’s no recipe
shattered, a shadow reaching for the rest of me
at the bar with the potions
eyeing her ciggarette
fascinated with death in slow motion.
devoted to the ocean -
that sits in a shot glass
That blasts out any last spot of emotion.
Guitar strokes, notes, chords from a keyboard
hopes clasped in the glass where her dreams pour
she avoids living, and would only give me the
key to her heart, just to keep the wind-up toy ticking
annoyed at these feelings
I’m having trouble functioning too
and it’s frustrating because there’s nothing I can do
there’s a pillow where your head lay
a ghost in every corner
a fragment of hope that’s been sewn into torture
alone with my thoughts, my home is a fort
it seems i haven’t grown and i dont know how to talk
i could be the best thing to save you
but you were too busy looking for the escape route
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taste, touch, trust, lust, haste, hate, love
she’s building relationships, just to break it all up
taste, touch, trust, lust, haste, hate, love
she’s building relationships, just to break it all up
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And when I met her, I sensed she felt the same
disconnection, a mechanism to lessen the pain
but the light in her eyes are simply lights in her eyes
sucks out my life everytime she tightens her thighs
i wasn’t try to cage the bird that laughs n sings
she’s an angel by default with skin grafted wings
…a sermon, etched in…
…lipstick sketches burning red
outlining the all the words you’ve said
you’re allowed to stick around
isolation will only impound you
if you want to let your soul grow you know you’re allowed too
and i don’t mean to clown you
you claim you lost yourself
but you were lost before i even found you