Twenty One Pilots songs as aesthetics
Doubt - minimalist Daft Punk drawn by a timetraveler who just came from Woodstock with magic markers and some dank ass placebo weed
The Pantaloon - stop motion short film with pencil drawings of a harlequin scarecrow in a white and red costume having a kickass dream sequence next to a Winnie the Pooh style tree. it looks like a movie you’d show a little kid but it isn’t. at all. don’t show this to a kid.
Migraine - an obscure modern philosopher who as of a week ago no longer drives an overtly tuned up car having an existential crisis through an intercom at a department store at the end of a spring afternoon
Ode to Sleep - two twin siblings fighting over who gets to talk and the girl has cutesy pony tails and wiggles them a lot when she talks and taps her shoes on the wooden floor and snaps her fingers smiling and the boy talks very darkly and widens his eyes a lot and keeps crawling across the floor to get closer to the objects he’s referring to and by the end they’re talking about the same thing at the same time in sync
Oh, Ms. Believer - a woman in a red and yellow dress with lots of frills and big golden earrings walking barefoot along the desert with dead eyes completely ignoring scorpions that pass just by her and slowly rattling her bracelets
Ride - a feather made of lead??? or something heavy like that?? don’t ask me they made the song falling very irregularly towards the ground against a black sheet that moves a lot with the wind with butterflies and birds flying around it but they’re way too heavy to be normal birds and butterflies too and there’s a faint hint of red dust in the air
Lane Boy - a 90s arcade game somehow moving forward in an abandoned highway. nobody knows how because it doesn’t even have wheels but it keeps moving and the whole thing somehow looks very chirpy. it’s the middle of the day but the street lights are on anyways. when there’s a bridge above the road the machine goes over it. it doesn’t even have wheels. the machine guides itself. it’s the las vegas outskirts gothic aesthetic’s happy cousin.
