Frank Ocean - Godspeed Screenplay (Episode 1, Scene 1) lyrics
[Frank Ocean - Godspeed Screenplay Episode 1, Scene 1 lyrics]
Steely walks down a street with
The pace of someone with
Some place to go but who
Has left early enough
To get there he holds a
Rectangular metallic card smaller
Than his palms with grooves
On it's surface the
Street is quiet, the sidewalk
Clean as he walks
He occasionally slows to peer inside
The windows of parked cars
The cars have a familiar look
Though it’s obvious their
Designs are several generations ahead
The elegant lines
The materials and tech apparent in
The construction are the
Result of years of engineering
Advances beyond the present
The city feels simultaneously old and new
Weathered by time and progress
Lending it a distinctive quality a
Modern city embracing technology
But somewhat overtaken by nature
Still trying to find a balance
There are pick-ups and wagons
Amongst the luxury cars
Very democratic steely peers into a car with
A cigarette in the ashtray using
The metallic card
He swipes it against the car’s access
Strip and gains entry he steals the cig
Lights it and walks a few
Cars down he notices
A hanging air freshener in another car
And decides he likes it, breaks into
That car as well taking the fragrant
Contraband the stillness is mesmerizing
You can barely hear the autobahn
In the distance or the
Steps of his companion just a few feet ahead
Caged court centered in a park somewhat
Densely populated with live oak trees
Their limbs
Perfectly frame rather than reach
Above the court
Clark is around 5’10" or 11"
Lean but strapping and
Towering compared to a seemingly
Younger Steely who just
Beamed a ball at Clark and nearly
Landed a punch before Robb
And Matthew body-blocked
Clark would have hurt him, badly, obviously
As Steely is a few
Years younger and developing
A physique to match his mental toughness
Robb: ‘Whoa whoa whoa level down…’
Matthew: ‘Kiss and make up
Friends it’s a contact sport’
Steely: ‘Nah, miss me with that
He always tryna big man somebody’
Clark: (Checks his face for blood spit's) ‘Game point’
Steely steps up to guard him
Placing his hand on Clark’s side to
Telegraph his movements clark crosses him
Drives and lays the ball up
Winning the game
Clark: ‘Whoo!
(RIC FLAIR voice) Did you feel that? Did
You sense the sublime finesse and technique
Just then? You should be grateful you
Should be grateful for me here’
Steely: ‘Blah, blah, blah’
(Shrugs and mimes
Picks the dead basketball up
Off the ground and
Does a tricky slam dunk with excess energy)
The quiet of the morning scene continues
Steely and Shoobie continue walking
As if in a
Dream no birds, no other people, no sounds
Of cars you see cars though
And you can hear a faint
Wind occasionally disrupt the silence as
It passes between the
Rubber of the vehicles and the concrete the
Skyline is a blended ecosystem
Of the natural world
And school buildings tall structures
Of glass, steel
Brick and mortar raised on stilts of a
Hard clear substance limbs of trees reaching
Out through some windows
You see entire floors made
Into greenhouses and pocket
Jungles sprawling off rooftops they
Approach a park where we see a sculpture of
A child hanging from
The sky from a string that goes up forever
Touching the surface
Of a never ending rippling pond
Below with the tip of
His finger there are no paths
Of stone or concrete, the
Grounds are riddled with ever so
Slight inclines and valleys there’s
A large Olympic sized pool
Built with Carrara marble
Students ice skate it during the winter and
Skateboard in it in warmer months
Shoobie walks slowly ahead of Steely
Carrying a slate of metal
Head held high, inhaling deeply and
Gratefully from a harmless
Flavored steam cigarette she squints
Her large eyes eyes
On a toke and looks back at
Steely going inside of someone else’s car the
Colors of her eyes change she
Keeps walking steely catches up
And throws his
Arm around Shoobie he quickly takes his
Arm back to himself then grabs both her
Elbows and turns her toward him
Shoobie: (Bobbing her head to music that isn't playing, she sings) 'That's the way everyday goes, every time we've no control'
Steely looks up at the sky a wide
Flat translucent aircraft is
Coasting slowly above
Leaving clouds in it's wake
And filtering sunlight
Into beautiful prismatic refractions onto him
He's looking down at Shoobie
She's wearing radiation protective
Gear her helmet is mirrored orange and red
The suit has a white body
He focuses on her and
Not the campus being destroyed
Behind her by fire
Steely: ‘Is death a high? I heard
It’s like DMT the guy
Who told me that isn’t dead
Maybe it’s worth dying
The high I mean worst part
About it though we won’t
Remember being so tight you
Know? Look at us!’
(Brushes imaginary locks from his face)
Shoobie: ‘uhh?’
Steely looks down at his feet
And there’s ice on
The grass though it’s summer
Steely pulls his head
Up to say ‘snow’ but doesn’t
Even make the begining
Sounds of the word a single ball of
Alloy, white encoded with ice
Spins around them like a tether ball
To it's pole shoobie still mouthing
The words to a song playing in her head
‘If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s gettin’ cold soon…The
Way it is were
On land still i’m someone to hold true’
The pace of someone with
Some place to go but who
Has left early enough
To get there he holds a
Rectangular metallic card smaller
Than his palms with grooves
On it's surface the
Street is quiet, the sidewalk
Clean as he walks
He occasionally slows to peer inside
The windows of parked cars
The cars have a familiar look
Though it’s obvious their
Designs are several generations ahead
The elegant lines
The materials and tech apparent in
The construction are the
Result of years of engineering
Advances beyond the present
The city feels simultaneously old and new
Weathered by time and progress
Lending it a distinctive quality a
Modern city embracing technology
But somewhat overtaken by nature
Still trying to find a balance
There are pick-ups and wagons
Amongst the luxury cars
Very democratic steely peers into a car with
A cigarette in the ashtray using
The metallic card
He swipes it against the car’s access
Strip and gains entry he steals the cig
Lights it and walks a few
Cars down he notices
A hanging air freshener in another car
And decides he likes it, breaks into
That car as well taking the fragrant
Contraband the stillness is mesmerizing
You can barely hear the autobahn
In the distance or the
Steps of his companion just a few feet ahead
Caged court centered in a park somewhat
Densely populated with live oak trees
Their limbs
Perfectly frame rather than reach
Above the court
Clark is around 5’10" or 11"
Lean but strapping and
Towering compared to a seemingly
Younger Steely who just
Beamed a ball at Clark and nearly
Landed a punch before Robb
And Matthew body-blocked
Clark would have hurt him, badly, obviously
As Steely is a few
Years younger and developing
A physique to match his mental toughness
Robb: ‘Whoa whoa whoa level down…’
Matthew: ‘Kiss and make up
Friends it’s a contact sport’
Steely: ‘Nah, miss me with that
He always tryna big man somebody’
Clark: (Checks his face for blood spit's) ‘Game point’
Steely steps up to guard him
Placing his hand on Clark’s side to
Telegraph his movements clark crosses him
Drives and lays the ball up
Winning the game
Clark: ‘Whoo!
(RIC FLAIR voice) Did you feel that? Did
You sense the sublime finesse and technique
Just then? You should be grateful you
Should be grateful for me here’
Steely: ‘Blah, blah, blah’
(Shrugs and mimes
Picks the dead basketball up
Off the ground and
Does a tricky slam dunk with excess energy)
The quiet of the morning scene continues
Steely and Shoobie continue walking
As if in a
Dream no birds, no other people, no sounds
Of cars you see cars though
And you can hear a faint
Wind occasionally disrupt the silence as
It passes between the
Rubber of the vehicles and the concrete the
Skyline is a blended ecosystem
Of the natural world
And school buildings tall structures
Of glass, steel
Brick and mortar raised on stilts of a
Hard clear substance limbs of trees reaching
Out through some windows
You see entire floors made
Into greenhouses and pocket
Jungles sprawling off rooftops they
Approach a park where we see a sculpture of
A child hanging from
The sky from a string that goes up forever
Touching the surface
Of a never ending rippling pond
Below with the tip of
His finger there are no paths
Of stone or concrete, the
Grounds are riddled with ever so
Slight inclines and valleys there’s
A large Olympic sized pool
Built with Carrara marble
Students ice skate it during the winter and
Skateboard in it in warmer months
Shoobie walks slowly ahead of Steely
Carrying a slate of metal
Head held high, inhaling deeply and
Gratefully from a harmless
Flavored steam cigarette she squints
Her large eyes eyes
On a toke and looks back at
Steely going inside of someone else’s car the
Colors of her eyes change she
Keeps walking steely catches up
And throws his
Arm around Shoobie he quickly takes his
Arm back to himself then grabs both her
Elbows and turns her toward him
Shoobie: (Bobbing her head to music that isn't playing, she sings) 'That's the way everyday goes, every time we've no control'
Steely looks up at the sky a wide
Flat translucent aircraft is
Coasting slowly above
Leaving clouds in it's wake
And filtering sunlight
Into beautiful prismatic refractions onto him
He's looking down at Shoobie
She's wearing radiation protective
Gear her helmet is mirrored orange and red
The suit has a white body
He focuses on her and
Not the campus being destroyed
Behind her by fire
Steely: ‘Is death a high? I heard
It’s like DMT the guy
Who told me that isn’t dead
Maybe it’s worth dying
The high I mean worst part
About it though we won’t
Remember being so tight you
Know? Look at us!’
(Brushes imaginary locks from his face)
Shoobie: ‘uhh?’
Steely looks down at his feet
And there’s ice on
The grass though it’s summer
Steely pulls his head
Up to say ‘snow’ but doesn’t
Even make the begining
Sounds of the word a single ball of
Alloy, white encoded with ice
Spins around them like a tether ball
To it's pole shoobie still mouthing
The words to a song playing in her head
‘If you could fly then you’d feel south
Up north’s gettin’ cold soon…The
Way it is were
On land still i’m someone to hold true’