DESCRIPTION:
Fan-made video for the song Blanket Party from the Flight Distance album Bad Information.

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Video credits:
Director: Edward Fawcett Sharpe
Producers: Edward Fawcett Sharpe, Joel Barnes, Steve Jones
Cinematographer: Joel Barnes
Editor: Edward Fawcett Sharpe
AD/Colouring Grading: Steve Jones

Music credits:
Performed and written by: Flight Distance (Bender, Patience, DJ Calkuta)
Produced by: Crack Moses
With post-production from: Kaem
Mixed by: James Hancock
From the acclaimed Flight Distance album, "Bad Information", 2011.

Winner (tied for first place) of the OIFF 2012 Music Video Challenge.

Bender:
Ayo, I crawled out the gutter like, "Who could stop me?"
Boots in concrete, just had a nap with Luca Brasi
The boogie man assumed a human body
Illuminati, brainwashing dimepieces to do my laundry
A mutant zombie Adonis, my mind's disgusting
Squeezed the fat lady skinny, making handsoap from the liposuction
Too vile to function, deplorable, horrible
Cave-dwellin' villain huffin' nitrous with the oracle
Heavy fluid on these chickens actin' plenty stupid
Machete music Teddy Nugent bust a semi to it
I'm so sincere, there's a party over here
Now go and wash your filthy hands and get in line to stroke the beard

Patience:
And yo, for real just when you think the coast is clear
Is when that bullshit you've been pushin' closes in a total sphere
I don't believe I ever met a soul to fear
And when I throw you down that flight of stair your girl can hold my beer

Chorus: (Complete nonsense)

Patience:
I like the type of girl with a flask of vodka tucked under her stockings
And I'm a swamp thing, slobbering on your prom queens
Off my dog leash, wandering through a swap meet
Stalkin' the aisles, walkin' with wings, no Paul McCartney
I'm old as fuck, but I'm never growin' up
40 winks from a coma by the time I sober (ober) up
It's so redundant, Crack Moses knows what's up
I saw a flick of him motorboatin' a homeless chick on Photobucket
I'm just siftin' through dope production
Of no particular use, picture me as an old curmudgeon
Known for nothin', a co-dependent
So pathetic in my Depends but copacetic

Bender:
I get retarded when I get retarded
If you hear me ramblin' on, the odds are I've forgotten how my sentence started
I'm Private Pyle with a face of death
Make my bed, shave my head with my bayonet and wait for morning like...

Chorus: (More nonsense)