It’s a hot summer day. A lazy sun beats down and the air is heavy, moist, and suffocating. A boy sits atop an old brick apartment building, dangling his spindly legs over the edge. He’s there every day, around the same time, sitting by an old clay flower pot and watching the sun slowly set.For as long as he can remember a rusty old tank, a sole remnant of a past foreign occupation, has sat just down the road from his apartment building. The road beyond the tank has long been rendered unusable by its obstructer and is beginning to show signs of neglect. The boy has never been past the tank, few people have.As the boy gazes across the horizon, he begins to hear a low rumble. He can barely make out, far in the distance, a parade of young men and women heading towards the tank. As they get closer, the boy can hear that the rumble is in fact a song. The people are singing all together, though not in perfect unison. Their voices mix and become a jubilant roar that sweeps across the road in front of them, clearing their way.Following close behind them is a small yellow bulldozer. The people begin to part as they reach the tank to let the bulldozer through. Metal meets metal and with a slow, heavy grind the bulldozer heaves the tank to one side of the road.The boy gets up slowly, nonplussed in the chaos, and makes his way down to the road with his clay flower pot. He joins the mass of a parade and all together they take their first steps past the tank as their voices rise as a melodic boom over the town.
Mates Of State - Get Better
Mates Of State - Get Better [music video]
