Ford, Andrew Filmography

• My Name Is Leila
  2012, role: editor
• My Name Is Leila
  2012, role: writer
• In My Lifetime: A Presentation of the Nuclear World Project
  2011, role: producer
• Caris' Peace
  2011, role: producer
• Down the Shore
  2011, role: producer
• Angelo & Ert
  2011, role: editor
• Caris' Peace
  2011, role: editor
• Down the Shore
  2011, role: editor
• In My Lifetime: A Presentation of the Nuclear World Project
  2011, role: editor
• Lilith
  2011, role: editor
• The Farewell
  2010, role: editor
• The Farewell
  2010, role: producer
• Ice Grill, U.S.A.
  2009, role: editor
• Flown
  2008, role: editor
• Dark Yellow
  2008, role: editor
• Killing Kasztner
  2008, role: editor
• Until the Light Takes Us
  2008, role: editor
• DreamRiders
  2008, role: editor
• The Hit
  2007, role: editor
• A Walk to Beautiful
  2007, role: editor
• Debunked!
  2004, role: editor
• Las Vegas Uncovered
  2001, role: editor
• Movie Virgins
  2000, role: editor
• Ali Meek Gets a Result
  2000, role: editor
• Flatmates
  2000, role: editor
• The Essential Guide to Weather
  1999, role: editor
• World Fashion Premiere from Paris
  1998, role: editor
• Trust Me, I'm a Doctor
  1996, role: editor

Ford, Andrew Filmography

• Arriving at Night
  2011, role: writer
• Arriving at Night
  2011, role: director
• The Dying Western
  2009, role: producer
• Mobius
  2009, role: actor , character name: Mr. Adam
• It
  2008, role: writer
• It
  2008, role: director
• It
  2008, role: producer

Ford, Andrew Filmography

• Brunch
  2012, role: actor , character name: Chris
• The Unicorn
  2010, role: actor , character name: Rory

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Sidewalk Chalk Pt. 2 - Introvert
• Love My Love You've Never Let Me Down - Introvert
• Heavy Sighs Spoken Softly - Introvert
• Epitaph - Introvert
• Dance Of The Dead - Introvert

They gave me fake canines and now I’m like a dog
Dead and buried in its favorite spot.
I’m shaking like streetlights in hurricanes
I’ve got a brain, but I’m afraid, yes I’m oh so afraid
I don’t know how to use it. It’s useless
Like information learned on Highway 41
Trying to block out songs blaring from a window
At the next red light.
And no, I’m not alright.
I’m writing this as an apology to anyone who knew me before.
I break promises like pieces of glass piercing the hand they went through.
Is this something new that the cracks in the wall tell different?
Is this the instant we realize there’s a strange gap where a poster’s missing?
With a picture of the Rocky Mountains shaped like your mood swings
It bring back memories of a distant time when we hardly tried
To understand our chemistry
I’m writing this as an apology to anyone who know me before.
I spent my last cent on incense so I could get the scent
Of my last chance floating away. It was a sad, sad day. It was a sad, sad day.
When I lit the last match in the pack, burned my fingertips
Just to prove that I felt pain.
Oh, it’s not a shame; it’s the game that I play with petrified pieces of clay.
Just to build back what never was so when we’re done
We can destroy without feeling guilty.
Please don’t miss me. Please don’t kiss me with your lips made of future reform.
Yes, I’m cracked and torn between the lies and truths that form
In the center of this chalk outline. Just this one time
I’ll help you interpret why I fit so well inside.

The skeletons in my closet remind me of home
Lately I’ve been dancing to their breaking bones when I’m alone
Now I’m just waiting for their screams to quiet down
These days not even ghosts will move into this town.
The only lace to escape is the local bar
With the stench of dying men and the taste of cigars
I sit alone in the back, eyes on the sunset,
Windows clouded with breath, pointing towards the West.
Bartender walks over, hands wrapped around a glass
Filled with ice cubes and a few shots of Jack
He puts it to my face with a look full of hope
Says a soft prayer and finishes it in one gulp.
He says, “Learning to love is a curious endeavor
I remember the first time, it’s in my heart forever.
I’d give my wife my life, but she knows well as I
No woman can love you like a starry night sky”
When I woke up it looked like God was at my window
I peaked my head out and kissed the first cloud that I saw.
There are sparrows that sit on my sill
And sing until the night stands perfectly still
Enough to know that the ripples weren’t real
Still enough to shatter the stars splattered and conceal
Behind a gray mask of clouds harder than steel
And when it finally comes off, it comes to be revealed
There’s an ocean up there we haven’t learned to swim
Head’s under the water, jumped right into the deep end.
If you let me sink my heart would’ve been contents
You should’ve let me drown but you saved me the embarrassment.
I was a dead man; you were an angel
Ever since I’ve looked at this through slightly different angles
It should be easy but my mind’s been torn
Should I thank you or wish that you’d never been born?
I was a dead man, I was a dead man. I was…

They say I need to speak more, I need a better outlet.
I’ve been digging through the thoughts so long my fingers became calloused.
Lost the feeling in my palms so I reached towards the sky
Hoping stars would burn the fingerprints left there those lonely nights.
I couldn’t reach. It was a strange sensation,
When the lines in my hands became constellations.
My skin’s not think or rough, I’m not strong enough
To confront the night but the moonshine helps me sober up.
I’ve traveled down the same road kicking yellow bricks home
Walking empty handed, pockets full of false hope.
Stared at myself, he stared back at me
Crossed his legs and asked, “Well what do you believe?”
I said, “The sky that I’m under resembles my coffin
And all the roads I walk are worn down and broken
Imitate the sheep still dressed in wolf skin
And pretend every carnivore I meet is my brethren.
Got lost in translation somewhere between the seams
When I stitched myself together with lies and broken dreams
I’m not complaining life’s as good as it can be
Its just odd when the man in the mirror can’t understand me.
Even he could never know about the places I’ve been
Or how it feels to have a mid-life crisis at ten.
Strangely I died before I ever hit twenty.
I may just be a carcass but this grave looks lovely.
I sold my soul today. I sold my soul today.
It wasn’t worth what the devil paid.
If I did something wrong then I apologize
But at this point in my life I like to feel alive.
I know this body was never really mine
But it feels like it could be at some times
So tonight I hope that you come to understand
This wasn’t in the plan, all the footprints in the sand
Led me to the truth, I finally realized
I’m just weaving through another ghost’s life and that’s alright.
I’ll keep my mouth shut but my tongue stretched acres
I’ll apologize now for what I’ll say later.
But I guess it doesn’t matter, every word gets scattered
If I had to choose between silence or death, I would pick the latter.
And I did. There was too much left unspoken
Couldn’t care less if the windows to my soul are broken.
Sure it leaves a mess but you shouldn’t be distressed
I’m not the only one that ever flew over the cuckoo’s nest
Found what wasn’t lost, now I know the cost
That a martyr must pay to signify a just cause.
Death doesn’t care what you believe in
As if faith is nothing more than an escape from our demons.
I regret nothing. Since I won’t wake up tomorrow,
I can rest assured I’ll never use the time I borrowed
So close your eyes and forget me please
So I won’t be so embarrassed when I have to leave.
I sold my soul today. I sold my soul today.

Epitaph
Starry eyed explorer found another flag to drop
In the form of loose pills to conquer her America.
One straight to the head; a tight grasp towards her pocket:
An archetype for innocence with diamond eye sockets.
No longer interested in soft words or sonnets,
Only cares about the war she's lost and when she'll find her coffin.
Will any words be etched in the granite to whisper her legacy?
A legend in her own terms utilizing Athena's jealousy.
It's sad to see the day when the sky falls like this:
Clouds retreat to avoid the crash but the comets will not miss.
In the crater we will find a body if we're lucky
Label her a misfit and another helpless junkie.
But I can see better, past black and white shades
Into the gray area in which her mind lays
I don't think I can save her, but I hope that I'm led to
That little lonely girl just begging to be rescued
You don't have to go through this yourself,
All you've got to do is ask for help.
This fairy's broken wings don't flap like they used to,
Writing diaries in angels' dust but the meanings misconstrued.
And after her pen bled all the ink that she could use
She starting using her own blood to write the feelings that she knew.
Now the page is full and there's so much left to write.
Carves the meaning of her story on her skin and swears that she's alright.
It makes me see the world in a completely different light,
I hate to see you hurt yourself but whatever helps you sleep at night..
It's scary asking all the places that you've been
When rings aren't the only things that are piercing your skin...
You're having dreams now, so there's progress to attempt
The road to recovery is plagued with hurdles and missteps.
I am here to catch you if you ever start to trip
And help guide your arrow towards all the targets that you've missed.
You can ask for anything, I'll do what I can
So don't be hesitant if you need a helping hand.
You don't have to go through this yourself,
all you've got to do is ask for help
The funeral was silent, sky was overcast
Cast over cloudy hearts and a less than sunny past.
Sent shivers down our backs as wind whipped our spine
Standing shoulder to shoulder in a large circular line.
Preacher said words from a bible, every one read
If God loves all his children then you have been adopted
Placed in a foster home your self esteem depleted,
Practically given up at birth, now I hope that you can see that
The mistakes that they made were much more than monumental
You are living proof that life isn't always gentle...
But you have your own touch have so much left to give
So many things to say and so much more life to live
We buried the body so nobody could see
The shell of what once was and who you used to be
And all you did was smile as we made our way home

I met her outside, she flicked her cigarette
Watched the ashes dance the moment our eyes met
Laughed and said, “You want to know the truth?
I fell in love with a boy who looks just like you.”
I smiled soft, couldn’t even breathe
Said, “Hi, my name’s Matt” She said “Hi, my name’s sleep.”
Why don’t you come inside I can see it in your eyes
You’d do anything not to be alone tonight.
It’s alright, you will soon find
We’re nothing more than clouds, I’m just passing by
The next morning when I woke up alone
I realized I was no longer welcome in her home.
Just because you heart beats doesn’t mean you’re alive
Just because you’re blinded, doesn’t mean you’ve seen the light
I’m sick of swan songs playing through the fog
This dance of the dead has gone on for too long.
Well God turned my way, said, “My son I am afraid.”
The devil grabbed my shoulder told me everything would be okay
After all these years I still don’t know who to believe
Because my meetings with honesty are few and far between
So if heaven won’t have me, I won’t be surprised
Just get onto my high horse and take another ride
To hear the wind talk, feel the trees shake
Watch the water gossip, speaking of all my mistakes
If the earth floods I’ll be the first one at the bottom
Another sunken ship at the deep end of the bottle
Drain every drop ‘til the room starts spinning
Pull it from my lips when I end up on the ceiling.
Get drunk on the fame, tomorrows not a factor
Life is just a play we’re all mediocre actors
It’s no longer if, it’s a matter of when
When the curtains fall we’ll be in the dark again.
Just because you heart beats doesn’t mean you’re alive
Just because you’re blinded, doesn’t mean you’ve seen the light
I’m sick of swan songs playing through the fog
This dance of the dead has gone on for too long.
I write Braille in the sky, exchange pens for speech
Use the smoke that I exhale as loose leaf.
Now, I’ve run out of breath
Trying to feed the fire inside of my chest.
If my soul is just trapped I hope that its prison is worth honorable mention
because at this point it’s about all the things I have done
I’m in the same box Houdini couldn’t get out of.
Thought I could escape, but now I have to prove it
I dug my own grave and I finally get to use it
So to every false prophet who left half written scriptures
every artist content with the smaller picture
Every poet who left their last piece unfinished