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The title over your world: chest, straps, candle.
The candle flame catches and steadies, a slow push in across the lid.
Cobra
by Ashley Klein Maddision · storyboard
Here's the whole video, scene by scene, on your song from the first second to the last. The first 20 seconds are already moving below, so you can feel the look before I make the rest. No faces, nothing explicit, the snake tied down at the heart of it, and the red ribbon is your safe word running through the whole night. Tell me anything you'd like changed :)
The first 20 seconds, on your song.
The full video, 36 scenes, 4:16
Times follow your song. The lyric under each picture is what plays at that moment.
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The snake is tied down: the heart of your story.
Slow push in as the snake raises its head and flicks its tongue on the guitar entry.
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The bond, up close: leather against scales.
The scales shift under the strap, the camera slides along the strap.
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She arrives. We never see her face.
She walks toward the chest, the camera glides low behind her.
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She and the snake meet.
Her fingers trace the strap, the snake follows her hand.
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Her body type, as in your example, never her face.
The curtain breathes, the camera arcs slowly around her back.
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The table and the rope: what the song is about.
The rope slides through his hands across the table.
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The drop: desire strikes against its bonds.
On the drop the snake strikes at the lens in slow motion, the flame flares.
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Your own reference picture brought to life.
The snake slides slowly across her waist, the camera drifts in.
“Candle's glow, your eyes ignite,”
Candle's glow, eyes ignite: literal.
The flame flickers, the snake's eye opens and catches the light.
“Naked, I'm yours in the heated night.”
Naked is shown as a bare shoulder and silk, never more.
The silk slides a little down her shoulder, the camera holds.
“Coffee table, legs and hands tied tight,”
Tied tight to the table, as sung.
The rope tightens with one slow pull.
“Ass high in air, you own this sight.”
The line becomes a shadow on the wall: suggestive, not shown.
The shadow arches slowly as the candles flicker.
“Ropes pull close, you set the pace,”
He sets the pace.
The knot closes with one pull on the beat.
“Safe word 'red' keeps us in place.”
Red, the safe word, becomes a red ribbon we keep seeing.
The ribbon end lifts and settles, the camera pushes in.
“Tie me up, unleash my back door, Pound that back door, I'm craving more.”
The chorus hits on the snake, never on her body.
Fast beat cuts between straps tightening and the snake writhing.
“On this table, we burn so bright, Rock my soul in the heat of night.”
We burn so bright: the table in fire light.
The camera cranes up and around the table, the flames rise.
“Oh, tie me up, make it real,”
Snake and rope become one image.
The coils tighten around the rope and her wrist.
“Say 'red' to stop, then spin the wheel!”
Red stops it, the camera spins the wheel.
The camera spins overhead as the ribbon is pulled loose in slow motion.
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A breath before verse 2.
The smoke curls up and fades.
“Skin's alive, the rhythm's so bold,”
Skin alive: hot wax and the crop, felt, not shown.
Wax drops fall and splash in slow motion.
“Every strike, your power's told.”
Every strike lands on the table, never on her.
The crop hits the table on the beat, everything jumps.
“'Red' is ours, it's in our grip, Trust runs deep with every whip.”
Red is ours: both hands on the safe word.
The ribbon is drawn slowly between their hands.
“Pulse is wild, the table shakes,”
The table shakes, as sung.
Everything on the table trembles to the drums.
“Lead me where desire awakes.”
Desire awakes at the end of the corridor.
The camera glides along the ribbon toward the glowing door.
“Tie me up, unleash my back door, Pound that back door, I'm craving more.”
Chorus 2, carried by her hand on the table.
Her grip tightens on the beat.
“On this table, we burn so bright, Rock my soul in the heat of night.”
The snake and her: trust.
The snake glides across her wrists.
“Oh, tie me up, make it real, Say 'red' to stop, then spin the wheel!”
The wheel spins again, the chorus closes.
The camera spins overhead, faster to the end of the chorus.
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The guitar solo: two shadows.
The shadows sway and merge, cut hard on the beat.
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The bond is tested and holds.
Slow motion: the strap strains and holds.
“Trust's the key, we're bound as one, Safe word holds till the night is done.”
Bound as one: both of them, together.
The rope wraps once more around both wrists.
“Give and take, we chase the thrill, Tied and pounding, we bend at will.”
The quiet bridge, in silhouette.
The snake rises and arches against the light as smoke drifts.
“Tie me up, don't break the spell, 'Red' keeps us safe, we're burning well.”
Red keeps us safe: the ribbon on the snake's strap.
The camera pushes in on the bow.
“On this table, my heart's alive, Baby, let this heat survive!”
The final image of the song's last line.
A slow pull back and up to overhead as the last chorus holds.
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The night ends; the snake still tied.
The flame flickers, the snake's head settles.
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End credits, 10 seconds, as he asked.
A very slow drift as the light fades.