It was two o'clock in the morning when I finished THE FAULT IN OUR STARS by John Green, and I remember looking at a list of quotes from the book and thinking "I need to create with this." The next day, on a long run, I brainstormed this project. I wrote three songs using quotes and themes from the book, and then got together some amazing musicians to film the songs as a live EP.
The people who made this happen:
Dave Henry, John-Michael Forman, Joel Harris, Noah Barnett, Daniel Young, Cara Reed, Molly Gardner.
First Film- No Longer Human: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77NBQpBFg_w
Second Film- Made Of Me: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SjY7wRdjc48
Final Film-Okay?: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSvJEzq03ac
Dave Connis: vocals, guitar
Dave Henry: back ground vocals, guitar
John-Michael Forman: drums, glockenspiel
Noah Barnett: cello
Joel Harris: banjo, vocals
Daniel Young: sound mixing
Cara Reed: cameras
Molly Gardner: cameras
No Longer Human Lyrics:
The stares, the stares, the stares are coming our way
With looks of pity and abrasion.
The jail, the jail, the jail that were in;
Part of the world, but not of society.
The lives, the lives, the lives that we live, well they
We are no longer human,
We’re made of disease; we’re made up of rust.
We are scientific apparitions.
Jungles of cables, jungles of love.
It’s not, it’s not, it’s not that we’re broken.
Our bodies are just bent around pain.
We are, we are, we are irreconcilably other.
Sympathy a wall that hides our names.
Made Of Me Lyrics:
This body is mine, and so is your heart.
It’s full of champagne and vines that climb up the walls.
The tendrils they spread like a thief.
Unlike others in death, mine is made up of me.
This system is mine and so is your love.
It’s full of pistons and life and it won’t be enough.
The gears they turn, but the cells won’t learn.
You get my souls, my all is yours.
My love is made up of me
We met in the middle of a fierce, fierce war.
But it wasn’t a battle; it was the calm in a storm.
And I’ll hold on to you,
Though our hearts will shatter and our bodies will end.
And I’ll come back to you
After it’s all over, okay? Okay.
I’m made up of fragments that will scatter across the
And when I die I’ll leave them to be buried under words
Life will never grant us all the wishes that we’ve wanted
since we were young,
Though you’ve given me enough ambition to wish away the
time with our love.