Treatment

We follow the journey of a young man, as he travels away from his past and towards a new beginning, leaving behind the life and love he once had. As his journey advances we begin to understand the significance of this change in direction, both physically and mentally. We witness numerous flashbacks of happier times he shared with his love, as he wrestles to leave the past behind him. The nostalgia is amplified as he travels through places recognized from the flashbacks. The entire atmosphere of this video is one of great sadness, loss and longing for what once was. The past is symbolized in black and white, with high key lighting in order to create a dream-like or fantasy sequence, contrasting with the present, which is shown in colour, representing reality. His love, the girl, is shown throughout only in the black and white shots, this is to identify her as his past and not part of his present life. The storyline is left vague and ambiguous so that audiences will be able to interpret and relate to the video as they wish. The last we see of the young man is as he walks away from the camera and his past, but before the screen fades to black, he looks over his shoulder, just once to show the anguish he feels at moving on.

Artist Permission

We asked permission from a member of the band 'Pilots' to use their song 'Alarms' in our music video. This is a message we sent them in order to ask for their permission:

This is the reply they sent back to us:

Moodboard

Lyrics to Our Chosen Song

I long what summer brings

Sunlight through open windows

Highlighting a lack of need for any kind of worry

I watched the time expire

Remove the carpet from my feet

On my living room

And with it all I want to keep the safety of my youth

I don’t want to go

When I hear that bell

Signal fire in my head

From out of this perfect slumber comes crystalline fear

The ring pulses in my ear

Heart blood pumping through my brain

Flash grenades remove my senses

I know I’m never going to hear the laughter from these streets

I don’t want to go

And evenings on the wind

Morning content to close its eyes

I catch a fleeting glance of someone I recognise

But cannot apprehend, there lies a decade in our eyes

Of eminence of faith

Of prospects unbeknown to me

He lights a cigarette

A glinting die is cast at noon

A child is left

A man is held in one resounding need

Signal fire in my head

Signal fire in my head

And with it all I want to keep the safety of my youth

I don’t want to go

Our Chosen Song