Sea At Last - Mighty Flood (Official Music Video)
Buy Atlas ⟁ https://www.goldenthreadstudios.com #SeaAtLast #FireMist #ToryElena #GYPSYPOP #RECORDS #Atlas / seaatlastmusic / seaatlast / seaatlast / seaatlast We loaded up our camera gear, instruments, some snacks, a thermos of coffee and took off into the mountains to see what inspiration we could find. The sun was hot, the dirt was dry, a light breeze whispering in our hair as our spontaneity and laughter bounced off the canyon walls. Nothing feels better than making art with no pressure. So here is our first DIY music video for the track "Mighty Flood" off our album Atlas. (The 2nd music video is "Sleep Inside Thunder " • Sea At Last - Sleep Inside Thunder (Offici... ) Some of you may wonder why now? A song off our album that was released 2 years ago? Well folks, we've never been a band to do things by the books. Maybe we finally got tired of people asking us who plays what in the band… "What? She's the drummer? Wait, you both sing?" Maybe we just wanted to give ourselves the challenge of seeing if we could shoot two music videos in two days… But really, the main answer is WHY NOT?!?! It's never to late to create something beautiful. Music is timeless. Viva! Tory Elena & Fire Mist BUY VINYL : https://gypsypop.com/shop/atlas-sea-a... Directed by Sea At Last Produced by GYPSYPOP RECORDS Cast: Tory Elena : Drums, Vocals Fire Mist : Guitar, Vocals https://www.goldenthreadstudios.com Mighty Flood Lyrics by Sea At Last (Atlas) lay me down upon the road pull my hands over my throat and the fall winds cry and the bricks will die and the thirst will come sometimes it takes a cold river to heal my wounds let the water pull the red fish moan upon the dirt upon the dirt and we go down we go little feet kickin from a single blow and how we are naked in the moon with a feather song and down we go stones in our pockets from the night before and how we are broken with a crown from the mighty flood sew your seeds so carefully plant your flowers in the weeds and it's moving fast to a dusty path deep in my veins sometimes it takes a cold river to heal my wounds let the water pull the red fish moan upon the dirt upon the dirt and we go down we go little feet kickin from a single blow and how we are naked in the moon with a feather song and down we go stones in our pockets from the night before and how we are broken with a crown from the mighty flood sometimes it takes a cold river to heal my wounds let the water pull the red fish moan upon the dirt upon the dirt
