Very clear. Looped nice 👌. I would of cut the applause. Speed is just right to pull the tears from their ducts. Best song for the middle summer emotional roll coaster.
This is impeccable. I'm writing a script about Inside and this song, and this whole video, on loop, gets me in the mindset of writing about the show for ages. Wonderful work.
honestly, the only thing i would change in the song is when he yells at everyone to get up : get up, g-get up, GET TF UP it just seems randomly aggressive for an otherwise sad and smooth song
Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun? It's almost over It's just begun Don't overthink this Look in my eye Don't be scared, don't be shy Come on in, the water's fine We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody, oh We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Ayy, come on, get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Yeah, come on Heads down, pray for me Heads down now, pray for me Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Are you feeling nervous? Are you having fun? It's almost over It's just begun Don't overthink this Look in my eye Don't be scared, don't be shy Come on in, the water's fine You say the ocean's rising like I give a shit You say the whole world's ending, honey, it already did You're not gonna slow it, Heaven knows you tried Got it? Good, now get inside We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows, everybody knows We're goin' to go where everybody knows Everybody knows Come on, get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Hey, come on, get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seats All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah Heads down, pray for me Heads down now, pray for me I said get your fuckin' hands up Get up, get up I'm talkin' to you, get the fuck up Get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me Ayy, fuckin' get your fuckin' hands up Get on out of your seat All eyes on me, all eyes on me, yeah Come on, heads down, pray for me Heads down now, pray for me I said get your fuckin' hands up Get on All eyes on me, all eyes on me
"You're not gonna slow it, heaven knows you tried. Got it? Good. Now get inside." The absolute perfect description of the moment I gave up on being socially connected. My disconnect came from my countless efforts to improve places and people that were thwarted by that which I cannot control: Human beings. Mainly their narcissistic tendencies. I've compared it to the simulation theory, in the correlation to its superficial surface that ebbs and flows on its own accord. Plugged in, you are along for the ride. Tossed and thrashed about in the wake of everything that precedes and follows you and your interactions. Disconnect and you let it flow over you while still drowning in the overwhelming dismal truth you can only discuss with yourself. Freedom is abandoning hope. Hope is abandoning freedom. Beyond repair, the world's cultures and societies are nill next to the outcome, which everyone knows but can't admit, or face with a level of seriousness that Bo does here. All I know is this song makes my soul weep. In its depressive weight I find a comfortingly familiar yet destructive blanket that isn't mine, but is stitched much like my own.
