Celluloid Dreams
Gemaakt door Lewis Taylor met Udio AI
2024-04-17
Lyrics
Cheap sets unfold (make believe) Directors yell 'Action!', imperfect in their aim, striving for some fame Paper mache tombs, shadows in the room Extras in a line, dressed up for the time, the camera zooms Monsters made of clay, wobble in their stance In the director's mind, it's a perfect chance B-movie scenes (strange scenes) Laughing in the night, cardboard cut-out skies, a Hollywood plight Zombies stumble forth, dialogues so forced Actors in dismay, longing for the day, they'll be known for more Strings on flying saucers, hoisted high and plain Flicker in the light, none of it looks right Props on wires soar (flying high) Through the crafted air, nothing seems to care In this space, they roam, far from Earth's own dome Painted faces grim, passion on a whim, scripts in monochrome Aliens in suits, struggle to walk straight Each step a dance of hope, on Ed Wood's film slate Clapperboards clap (Scene takes) In the director's hands, the celluloid shapes his dreams Stand-ins with stage fright, under the key lights Their moments on screen, captured in night's theme, fulfill the extreme Monologues rehearsed, with such earnest zeal In an improvised world, where the unknown's real
