DESCRIPTION:
The story of a mother whose daughter is taken from her poor surroundings and given fame and fortune.
Lyrics and screenplay by Jordan Reyne
Graphics and design by Alva Chua.

Lyrics: The Shadow Line (p) and (c) Jordan Reyne

The sky threw down it's blood and rain on the day that she was born.
They gave her number, rank and name
to see if she could hold her own.

but I won't see red

She wouldn't wear her shoes of green, my little girl, and she wouldnt sing.
And when at last, they asked her why
she pointed at the world outside.

but I wont see red.

The men in power, they set up eyes, to show us where the shadow lines
would trip and blow, and show us how
to keep us safely from ourselves.
and they watched us fall down one by one
as the hunger came and seasons turned
till in the end, they called her name
and the fear bit deep, and the sirens came.

but I wont see red

They say some towns are painted gold, and pictures line the city walls.
They show us things we cannot be
and lead us there in hope and greed.

but I wont see red.

My little girl, I found her there. They'd told her she could outrun death
they gave her gold and pretty things
till she was bought and sold and she
told me with, her final breath
"You can never die, if you've never lived".

but I wont see red.

When she was gone, they took her name, and all she had lost, to sell again
and the children followed one by one
with empty eyes drawn to the tune
of endless gold, undying fame
and the cycle turns on blood and rain

And I see red.
Done on zero budget. From the "Maiden, Mother, Crone" trilogy, available at http://jordanreyne.bandcamp.com please support indie music and indie video by downloading the album or sharing this video.

Lyrics

The sky threw down it's blood and rain on the day that she was born.
They gave her number, rank and name
to see if she could hold her own.

but I won't see red

She wouldn't wear her shoes of green, my little girl, and she wouldnt sing.
And when at last, they asked her why
she pointed at the world outside.

but I wont see red.

The men in power, they set up eyes, to show us where the shadow lines
would trip and blow, and show us how
to keep us safely from ourselves.
and they watched us fall down one by one
as the hunger came and seasons turned
till in the end, they called her name
and the fear bit deep, and the sirens came.

but I wont see red

They say some towns are painted gold, and pictures line the city walls.
They show us things we cannot be
and lead us there in hope and greed.

but I wont see red.

My little girl, I found her there. They'd told her she could outrun death
they gave her gold and pretty things
till she was bought and sold and she
told me with, her final breath
"You can never die, if you've never lived".

but I wont see red.

When she was gone, they took her name, and all she had lost, to sell again
and the children followed one by one
with empty eyes drawn to the tune
of endless gold, undying fame
and the cycle turns on blood and rain

And I see red.