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Kerry Muzzey (born 1970) is a contemporary classical and film and television composer born and raised in Joliet, Illinois. In 2007, he was commissioned by director Bill Purple and Iron Ocean Films' executive producers Jessica Biel and Michelle Purple to create the score for Iron Ocean Films' first film, Hole in the Paper Sky. In this same year he also lent several instrumental compositions to the Robert Redford- and Terrence Malick-produced Sundance Film Festival documentary "The Unforeseen." Muzzey also scored the film Amexicano which had its premiere at the Tribeca Film Festival and was received with much critical acclaim.
In 2009, Kerry Muzzey was approached by the music supervisor of the soon-to-be-launched 20th Century Fox television show Glee about using Muzzey's composition "Looking Back" as a love theme in the first two episodes of the series. The music was well-received and has continued to be used in multiple episodes of the series. In 2011 Muzzey was commissioned to score the Wendie Malick film What Happens Next and also the film Holiday Engagement by Jim Fall, director of The Lizzie McGuire Movie and Trick.
Kerry Muzzey - Bernini's Angels
Kerry Muzzey Tribal Ceremony
Kerry muzzey Waiting.
Kerry muzzey The confession.
The CandlePark Stars The Years By Kerry Muzzey
Land of treason-waste no reason-
we are breathing fire
We're packs of dogs-
we're enemies of men-we are not desired
Our face show-
we've grown cold-but
have not conspired
Old hearts gone-
the future's on-mother nations mired
I like a recepticle for the chosen dead,
we find our bodies clawed
And with the scent of death,
we find that we are not so very awed
Loyalties burned-
the words our blurred-overturn your own
Walk like dogs and watch the doors-
have your other stone
Stop the toys that match disordered-
calculate the thrones
Feel the pulse descending-
decaying hallowed tomes
In the starving sense you worship-
the nations of debris
You wear a cost of sewage-
that you've never ever seen
The time is now-the vicious here-
a stolen dinner code
The license of the savage land-
that you've always sold
So bite the hand that needs you
and bless another coal
The virus never issues-
from a cotton so very old
As the lights come down
You wash your hands and start to climb
the ladder that you stole
Slip the hatch-and spin the sword-
the money lords are poor
Push the tan-that rolls downhill-
their sense of dream absorbed
Still the cat that breaks the night-
tie him to the core
Chase the viruses that believe-
that what's right is scored
It's a senseless cash in of right for right-
what's wrong is never gone
And left is just a bassion for the fools