DESCRIPTION:
Directed & Edited by Junk Science & Scott Thorough

Director of Photography / Camera Operator: Lizzy Sullivan

From the album "Phoenix Down" - out May 31st, 2011 on Modern Shark

Download the song for free: http://modernshark.com/junk-science-scott-thorough-pixelated-free-dwnld

HOW MANY GAMES CAN YOU SPOT?

Lyrics:
The past might be faded (faded, faded)
But the future's pixelated (lated, lated)
And the present is debatable
And everything is hateable
We generation 'I Don't Get It'
Little babies diabetic
I look around it's all medium-res
And every newspaper, website's medium read
And the media! The media! The media's dead
And if you need to be fed
Well then you're barking in the wrong kitchen
The cooks, the chefs, they gone fishin'
Man, you just missed em, they left a note
Like, 'Hey, by the way, can we borrow your boat?'
You need that like you need a sword swallower
To borrow your throat
So pardon the joke, but this is the art of the broke
No, the art isn't broke, but the artist is though
And the artist is a martyr to most
Especially its own brain, that's the heart of the joke
And when I say 'THE joke', I mean like life
Got truth tatted all on my face like Mike Tyse
Now all I need's a mirror
Francs, Yen, Lira
7 Samurai could hold the village down
Like Kurosawa
The list goes on like comma,
Comma, chameleon, llama,
Modern shark swimming through the drama
Converting it to comedy
Then harmonize the grits and turn em back to hominy
Cause the past might be faded (faded, faded)
But the future's pixelated (lated, lated)
And the present might be fully recorded and digitized
But the future's not written in code that we define
So, nor can we decipher
Dead the house lights and spark your digital lighter
And I'll provide the digital flame
And we can get lost innocently like a kid in a game
Like 'Now you're playing with power'
Last board, last guy, and you may get devoured
But that don't really matter
Cause what matters is the feeling
I'm not in the building, the building's on fire
My relationship to the building is like 'Man On Wire'
Just a little higher, contemplatin other shit
Came out of my mothership
Looking for my fathership
Thoughts on the page feel ancient like an obelisk
So when they be like "What's up Baje?"
I say "I'm marvelous!"