'I_NY' (The Studio Album)

Track 07- eye(s).

Uptown A, ft. c o l o r s

prod. By Blū Tha Gürū

“Tears of a Clown”

eye(s)

official music video

I_NY. (The Studio Album)

By Uptown A

A Short Film Concept

Written and Directed by C'cxell Soleïl

[Prod. By Blū Tha Gürū]

CONEY ISLAND, circa 1903

A carnival entertainer is swept through time and into an unknown world—as the clown/mime struggles to find something familiar in the new world, the clown soon realizes they may be trapped forever and unable to return to the past.

FORWARD TO; CONEY ISLAND— PRESENT DAY

Afraid and bewildered, the clown makes his way through the city in an inescapable escapade.

SHOOTING DATE: TBD

LOCATION: CONEY ISLAND, NY- LUNA PARK AND SURROUNDING AREAS

Video will be shot on iPhone to give authenticity to the handheld POV-style of the overall project (I_NY: A Short Folm Concept)

Character Analysis:

The clown seems out of place to begin with, even in 1903; we do not know where the clown belongs—or even with clarity if the character is even meant to be a clown or a mime; the ill-fitting and off-kilter period dress raises questions to whether this clown has time traveled before—and yet—the general bewilderment and chaotic confusion of the clown is telling to that of the treasurer that he has been uprooted out of place, and transported into an unfamiliar world, unable to communicate with people in the modern era, and deeply upset by his own lack of understanding; the clown may even be mute, unable to speak—limiting his ability further— though appearing to be in some ways, anyhow, a magical l creature, the clown eventually succumbs to the fact that he may become a permanent artifact of the new age—unwilling and unable to continue to search for another portal back from whence he came, he becomes complacent and settles in the new world, nearly seeming to be, in the end Not so entirely out of place after all—another lost soul amongst the masses of modern day New York City; the clown makes himself at home.

Fuck man, I need to write a 1990's happy ending movie

Well, first of all, it's all in the music.

The maid is working overtime,

A bloodymary; doctor's order

Hollywood's oldest secrets, kept safe

Hollywood's oldest martyr;

Don't bother.

Father comes home early;

Don't bother calling,

Sorry

Father knows best;

You know what–

Father knows best,

You know

Hollywood's oldest soul

(you sold it)

Hollywood's oldest post-mortem award and

Hollywood's oldest post-modern art installation.

You're on air.

Statues and old movies,

Like words

Colors that move like my

Someone other;

Simply a color, or bouquet of

Card tricks.

Beg your pardon.

Shut up.

Excuse me?!

Do you do card tricks?!

…what are you asking?

Did I stutter?

Blue, and pink balloons

Cerulean and a meridian of fuchsia

Just the undertones of code,

If what you wanted was to

Discover your own world,

Well, welcome,

Welcome,

Welcome home.

Milky rain and thunderstorms,

Dramatic music

Cue the montage

All my heart is hurting

Just to not belong on television

Tell me, what's it like in a body

Or to be wanted

I would not know that

Tell what is was to be young

And beautiful;

I will never know now

I would never know that.

Little white witches and

Occultic gestures,

pegan rituals and

All the knowing even if he did want you

The competition is fierce

And by that I refer to

Black magic;

non hermetic, of course

But still powerful and often as deadly

Despite the consequences

Rockstars and show hosts,

Musicians and of course

–whoever else might rescue you

Top of the line,

Back of the queue

Top of the pile

Back of the Harvard

I'm police brutality

I'm police brutality

Police brutality

Police brutality

Police britality

Police brutality

Police brutality

Police brutality

Police brutality

Police brutality

You wish your heart was

A remote control, God

A harvard asshole

A pinecone, aarvvark

Creamy white and plum sugar

All your futures, wives and mistresses

Lovers and masters, and mistresses, lovers

creamy afterwards,

Envy, aardvark

Envy Jaguar,

Envy, hearthrob

I only saw your show once,

And never breathed outward after

Jealousy,

awkward

Potruding,

After,

Again,

You aardvark

Ahgain,

You aardvark

I'll kill myself on the mark

Organized, the blocking

I almost admire

Beautiful creatures

And beautiful creatures

And how it burns when it seeps in that i'll never be one

It's good to meat you, then leave in a half hour

I missed my hard mark

I went to birthmark

I missed my entrance

I miss you, aardvark

I miss you aardvark

Beat the blonde

Freebase the boundless

Infinite boundary
infinite boundless

Classic hollywood breakfast

Hard bourbon, Los Angeles

Laced tumbler,

Long monologue,

A second thought

And now,

Polygamy.

Ah, that painting–I love that painting.

It hags in my favorite coffee shop in LA;
What's that place called, anyway?

Don't call it.

Why not.

Don't call it.

Keep your favorite places sacred.

Ah, come on, i flunked fame school.

Everyone flunks fame school.

What?

It's the only way.

That doesn't make any sense.

I promise not to think of you so adoringly

or watch you at all, as long as you also promise

Never to show up on any monitor

Here or ever after, at random

Forever after,

Not happily, but at least

One without the other

…the whole movie was ridiculous, but it was the paint can rolling back and forth that really did it for me.

“COME TO MAMA MY LITTLE DIDGITS: LET ME LAY MY 20/20'S ON YA. “

FUCK THIS MOVIE.

YOU CAN TELL IT”S THE BLACK VERSION OF THE WIZARD OF OZ,

CAUSE THIS SHIT IS FUCKKKED UP.

ALL THE WAY FUCKED UP:

AND THE ORIGINAL IS FUCKED UP.

I'm like,

“WHERE”S MICHAEL JACKSON?

“I'M READY TO GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF HERE.'
“FUCK THIS.”

ohh , she's from new york

No wonder her concussion dream is fucked up.

This is aaaallll fucked up.

Not everything needs to be black.

They should have kept this white.

Give me judy garland

And them racist ass midgets

Aaaannnyyyy day

Over this shit.

No.

no ‘the wiz'

“Where's michael jackson?”

I don't like this.

“Where he at?”

“I gotta pay my respects, and I gotta go.”

I gotta GO.

BYE.

i had to keep watching it.

You know why?

Cause it kept getting WORSE.

I kept watching it,

I'm like

“How much worse could it be?”

WORSE.

They added a snorting lion,

A womanizer tin man,

and a homeless.

YES.

You got that right.

They added an actual homeless

To the black ass

ghetto ass

New york ass version of

The wizard of Oz

And actually thought

Michael Jackson dressed as a scarecrow

Was gonna soften this out.

It DIDN'T.

It just got worse;

So i was like

“Fuck this. I hate this.”

But i just kept watching it,

Because i'm like:

It can't be WORSE, can it?

It CAN

They added a homeless

But that's not the scary part about this guy

So they're in the New York Subway,

And they add a homeless,

I'm like

“that's …accurate”

So this homeless like follows them underground and like, traps them

And that's scary right?

No.

This is the scary part:

He's not just a regular fuckin underground subway dude

He's a fuckin

vetriloquist puppeteer homeless.

WHAT.

You heard that right.

THE WORST.

So this guy like traps them all underground in the subway station,

And they try to escape,

And they run up the stairs,

And they escape, to like

The subway station

And I'm like

“ what station is this?”

“Seems like uptown.”

“It's got the gate, that closes–

Yeah, that's uptown.

That's uptown.

But then I was instantly reminded that i was watching a movie,

Because they escaped upstairs,

And the trash can started moving,

The trash cans came alive, and started chasing them–

And I'm thinking,

“That's how you know this is a movie:

that's two trashcans

In an uptown subway station.

That's unheard of.

Not one trash can:

But two?!

Nah,

This a movie.

Not to mention the fact that they're alive and chasing these motherfuckers around

I'm like

“No. that's inaccurate”

There are no trashcans in uptown.

None at all.

Then I'm thinking,

Well, this movie is kind of dated:

Maybe that's what happened to them!

There used to be trash cans,

But one too many half-eaten McDonalds cheeseburgers–

They went nuclear.

They just got up–

walked away.

Started chasing people.

Too much coca cola.

Them suckers grew eyes and legs and was like

“Ah hell naw”

“WE IN UPTOWN?”

“we in uptown new york city?!”

“AH HELL NAH”

We in uptown!

Lets get the fuck outta here!

They wasn't even chasing them people in the movie

They're just like

“WHERE'S THE EXIT”

“FUCK THIS PLACE”

“THIS BETTER NOT BE DA BRONX.”

“FUck outta here.”

FUck this movie.

And the whole time,

Dorothy just look terrified.

Terrified with a bad afro.

Just look terrified;

NO range of emotion whatsoever–just

0.0

But with the worst afro i've ever regretted.

No. This movie is all wrong.

Ain't no lollipop guild in this motherfucker!

You know Richard Pryor was high as hell when he thought this one up.

I'm assuming it was his idea.

Who else would proclaim themselves,

As the Wizard of Black Oz?!

Of course.

The african sweatsshop choreography was phenomenal, however.

Yes, i just said that.
This joke was pretty much pre-determined;

I didn't even have to write it.

I was just dictating.

Yo.

“What the FUCK.'

Actually, that last part is inaccurate.

I had to look it up

I had to fact check myself.

I did some digging;

And come to find out–

a white man wrote it.

What in the actual fuck.

I'm almost like

“No wonder though.”

That was fucked up.

Come to find out,

Dude who wrote is name is “Joel”

White dude from new york.

He went to Parsons!

He went to Parson's school of Design

And then wrote “the wiz”

Goddamn!

What goes on at Parson's?

I know it's Downtown,

But gotDAMN.

I'm just saying.

I did not like that movie.

Powerhouse cast.

Revolutionary for its time;

But absolutely the fucking worst.

Fuck The Wiz.

Gimmie the old version.

Gimmie the KKK and the actual midgets,

I don't give a fuck.

KKK MGM

Same difference, yes?

The Wiz was like

LSD vs PCP;

I'm like

“nahp.'

Fuck that.

Get me the fuk up out of here.

Had to look it up,

And then i realized:

No wonder why I don't like it:

[beat]

It was shot in QUEENS.

FUCK QUEENS.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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