Set on the southside of Chicago, Vacant Lot unveils an urban odyssey about finding that fragile balance between life, love, and happiness. P...更多>
Polaris: A man without dreams is as empty as a vacant lot. Everyone needs dreams. W.C.: The music, this horn, they'll never leave you. Never let you down. But the lights, the glamour, these women, they'll let you down. They're secondary. But this here horn it's like magic, you know? Just wave your wand. Like magic. Lark: You say that your music is this magic carpet that takes you away from the problems of the world, but dreams filled with magic carpet rides end. Polaris:
The tears I cried, they don't make handerchiefs for those kinds of tears.
W.C.: I tried so hard to be somebody else, forgot who the hell I was. Lark: Love is on it's own time. One second of it, contains all of it. Like a clock on the wall, you look at it if you want to know the time. If you don't, it just keeps ticking on. Polaris: Happiness, well I guess that's just a word one might say. W.C.: Smartest thing you can ever do in life is learn from somebody else's mistake. Lark: What do you want, Polaris? What are you searching for?