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Here's the official video for my single, " Sunday Morning's" Thanks to Music Box for the exclusive premiere last night! Had a lot of positive feedback from my sanes! Enjoy my dolls - xo.
Radio Vine
Sunday Mornings
Invention of Me
Zulla Creations/
Vine Studios INC.
Studio 60 Records
2012
MUSIC VIDEO- SUNDAY MORNINGS [MUSIC BOX, RADIO VINE.COM/VINE CREATIONS/MY SANES ENJOY THIS MASTERPIECE]
As the screen slowly goes into a scene where whites sheets on a bed has severel black and white pictures laying on top of it, with papers and pens near it. A picture of a little girl with a white dress on, long blonde hair is shown laying in a garden full of flowers. As the camera goes up on the bed shoots, Radio is seen with her eyes close, laying peaceably in the bed. She opens her eyes slowly to her turning her head to a calender on the left wall. SUNDAY. She looks away, looking worried and full of sorrow when she hears a loud knock at the door. She gets up slowly, sipping on white slippers that was near her bed. She then passes by, while walking to the near severel pieces of broken records, a fan and a doll that is broken in half. She then approaches the living room where it's nothing there. A dark circle is in the middle of the living room. She looks at the circle as the knock becomes louder. She walks to the door as her hand is slowly approaching the gold handle of the door when she stops to a very silent of a talk, an chilling whisperer is heard as she turns back, looking at the big black circle in the middle of the floor. She walks over to the circle as many pictures are spinning in a fast movement inside the circle with chilling screams and crying is heard. A few seconds later, an dark face is coming up from the circle as Radio begins to breath heavily, looking deeply into the circle as soon as the face gets closer, a huge hand comes quickly out of the circle as Radio runs back to the nearest wall. When her head touches the wall, another surrounding is seen.
It seems she is in the middle of no where, her face is wet and the black long dress with gold studs on the top of the dress is wet as well. The gray skies has birds flying in a circle. She looks down to a ocean of water, to her finally realizing she was on top of a mountain. She looks down and screams loudly. She continues to look around in horror as the birds are all flying in a circle, very weirdly. They turn and all form pictures of Radio when she was growing up. She looks back to a white wall, blocking her to jump. The water in the ocean is washing away as the water seems to be disappearing as she looks down from the mountain top. A piano key is heard playing. She looks to the right of her to a black grand piano there with a red dress laying on top of it. She walks over to the dress and piano. She picks up the dress. It's long and very elegant. The camera is now in the air as the grey skies are now going into a dark color, black. From the distance up in the air, Radio is behind the piano with a huge stage light shining on her as the skies then turn black. She sings the first verse with the relaxing melody that songs gives on. She looks sadly into the camera as birds fly behind her. She slows down in the middle of the first verse to see the sun coming out of the clouds a little bit. She looks up in the sky to a paper being blown on the paper. She looks quickly to it saying: SATURDAY.
She continues to sing the first verse, going into the hook, looking more aggestive and hardcore as the darkness seem to be closer in on her as the light is getting more dark. Before her powerful notes hit, going into the song more. We can only see her face, her body and the piano is darken out. A tear rolls down her eyes to her ending this scene with the lyric of:
The sun comes up and I still picture
hours to go before the angels to sing
a song for the day to come. To bring the
sun inside my room, saw faces I never seen before.
In a mist of fog, I see the ways I looked when the news
broke to me, she was gone. Shook the thoughts out of head,
I dont want to regret not going to see you.
As the darkest closest on her face. The screen is now dark. Birds are heard singing, to her being on the top of the mountain, when the video comes back on, the camera is circling in the sky as Radio is depressly, on the edgt of the mountain as the her dress flies in the sky with the strong wilds that pass by. She sings it with power and strength as she looks down to many huge teardrops falling into dust as she looks to the right and see an copy of herself, looking depressed at Radio. She looks at her still singing as the person jumps as the music stops. Radio quickly jumps on the ground, her hand down, reaching out as the copy is falling down. She is streching her arms out as her face is cracking with emotion. The verse continues, ending with:
Laying there, holding my hand, wishing you
would have been there to save you. But when the
times are flipped and you are still wondering
how the birds in the sky are flying to the southside
and you life is going downhill.
Radio Vine then falls off the edge, as she is falling down singing the next part of the song as she looks down to see rocks. She looks worried. When her body touches the rock, it turns into water and her dress turns into a white grown as she is swimming in clear blue water as she sings the next selection of this ballad into the water. She is swimming gracely as she looks at the camera. Her tears are blue and crystals are on her eyelids with red lipstick and very relaxed makeup. She bends her back to her head going to the side as her body is in a weird position but she is freely floating to the top ending with:
Sunday Mornings, it wasnt nothing like today,
Christmas eve will laughs and happiness are the
topics of the day. When music makes you feel peaceful,
and the blues are singing, I felt like my bed was the only
passion I had.
To stay, lying in my pillow, things will get
better, no matter what changes. My tear drops so slowly,
as my face breaks down, because I'm sick of crying
to the same who songs. People, outside, in slow motion I see,
lives are changing as behind me, a hand touches. I think
I need a angel to, save me. Grab me and protect me from
Sunday Mornings like this, where I feel like everything
is in my head and nothing it what it seems.
When she gets to the top, she takes a deep breath before going to the top. When she reaches the top, she seems she cant breath. As she holds her chest. As the camera widens out to the scene, she is in a big ocean, no mountain, just her in the middle of an ocean. She looks around in a panic. The camera in on the face now as she looks hopeless and cold. She sings the next selection.
As the makeup is fading away quickly.
unday Mornings, I will get up and do it all over again.
My head is spinning out of control, I can only see visions
of a very cold world. Seems my love ones are dieing out of control,
I cant control, it's his will. I have go on like this.
Rivers are flowing, eyes are blinking, the angels are singing
and I'm on Sunday Morning, churchs are praising and Monday is waiting
for the heart of mines to be broken again.
A white hand coming from beneath the water grabs her shoulders as she bursts into tears, as it pulls her down at the bottom of the ocean. They are traveling fast to the bottom as when she reaches it, bodies of Radio is seen. She is dropped in the middle of it all as many look old, many looks like when she first came out as a artist and many look like when she was kid. She looks to the camera:
Sunday's Morning, i dont feel free.
If I was to sleep without waking up, Only my promblems
will be staring me in the face. I'm in a big circle,
with reaching for me. In the mist of so many things,
I got losted, just thinking about my feelings.
A siren is heard to Radio looking around. A white light is shining from the top as the music stops and we see Radio in her bed going, her eyes wide open in terror. She looks over to the calender, SATURDAY. She then gets up to look outside the window. It's nighttime. She turns around to the camera as her face is look the formation of a child.. she looks like when she was young. She sings:
Sunday's Morning, I feel like the ceiling, life
too high. I can barely see the ground.
Sunday's Mornings, I release all the pain,
to hopefully see the stars up in the vain
looking for a chance to remake me.
She cover her face with her hands as she falls down on the bed as the pictures are all ripped apart. The camera is on top of her as she sings the last part of the song, very slowly.
I may get up, looking around, wondering where I am,
but to see today is the biggest things I hope for. Sunday Morning
to the church singing and the angels dancing, I hope to see the clouds moving
with my names printed with a smile worth billions of tears that had to cry
on rough Sunday Mornings.
When she is done with the last part, she closes her eyes for a moment. She opens them to her being in the same position, same place in her bed from the beginning of the video. She looks over to her calender. SUNDAY. A man comes in her bedroom. " You ready? Choas Awards tonight.." She looks at her dresser on the side to see a picture of her in a frame. She then takes over her covers to see her body changing. She looks up at the camera and smiles.
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