Director: Dave Meyers
Co-Writers: Lizzy Walker and Anna Arnell
1st AD: Rawdon de Fresnes
2nd AD: Jen Addo
3rd AD: Michelle Hughes
AD Runners: Grace Benton,, Archie De Fresnes, Dennis Abwakat
DOP: Chris Ripley
Steadicam: Matt Allsop
1st AC: Phil Heron
Rigging 1st: James Malamatinas
2nd AC: Jack Ferrari Plumridge
DIT: Kato Murphy @copycatdit
Camera Trainee: Anna Patterson
Camera Truck: Rinor Sopjani
Key Grip: Matthew Clark
Grip: Beau Williams
Grip Trainee: Joe Blunt
Gaffer: Adam Bell
Desk Op: Ed Riley
Rigger: James Molloy
Sparks: Tim Jordan, Paul Choy, Alex Kerr, Dexter Lovely, Alex Gibbons
Production Designer: Sarah Asmail
Assistant Art Director: Lucia Barsegian
Props: Gabriel Healy, Felix Villiers, Harry Beedle, Elin Taylor
Props assistant: Luca Pirie
Prosthetic Makeup & Hair Designer: Elizabeth Eva Hedley
Prosthetic Fabrication Designer: Thomas Foldberg
Wig specialist: Martine Watkins
Prosthetic Makeup Artist: Horacio Martinez
Prosthetic Makeup Assistant: Fransizka Roesslhuber
Costume Designer: Verity May Lane
Costume Assist: Connie Rosenthal
Costume Assist: Aliou Janha
Head Of Hair + Make Up (Cast): Lisa Farrall
Hair 1st Assistant: Annie Franklin Hair Assistants: Lucille Harding, Naomi Brooks, Sam Bickl,, Stevie Leah, Becci Delehedy, Phoebe Friend,, Casey Dale
Head Of Make Up (Cast): Lauren Kay
Makeup 1st Assistant: Sophie Yeff
Makeup Assistant: Anastasia Beaverhousin
Makeup Assistant: Lucresia Smith
Makeup Assistant: Saffron Musk
Makeup Assistant: Billy Wontu
Makeup Assistant: Anai Trailbreaker
LYRICS
Who’s that creeping in my window? (who?)
I get a hot flash whenever the wind blows (swish)
Nothing to my name now and everybody knows (yeah)
When I’m in need of cash I go down to the bingo (bingo)
Last night asked Jenny for a quid (please)
This is the fifth time I’m used to taking the piss (I am)
A bottle of Rio and some chicken and chips
In my fuck me up pumps and my Winehouse quiff (we love you Amy)
Who’s that knocking at the front door? (It’s the mailman)
Bills bills please no more (no more)
I’m 20 something young with my priorities straight (yeah)
I need a buy booze and I need to buy a draw (I do)
This summer I’m going out every night (yeah)
Anyone can get it I ain’t scared of a fight (what you looking at?)
You can be down or be on the other side (true)
But this is my idea of the perfect life
Living out your wildest dreams yeah we’re just young and dumb
No responsibilities don’t care for anyone
Who’s that over there giving it the biggen? (who?)
Sorry officer I don’t wanna go to prison (sorry)
I know that I was taught but I probably didn’t listen (yeah)
But taught myself to fire when I needed ammunition (that’s right)
I taught myself to sing and I taught myself to shout (la la)
I taught myself how to get by and go without (easy)
I taught myself to make a proper English breakfast (hash browns)
Cos I’m a little teapot short and stout (I am)
I’m that girl all alone in the crowd (that’s me)
Cos all of yous are followers and do it for the clout (yeah yeah)
I can’t afford to be what everybody’s on
The only way I can afford is if you do a discount (give me a bargain)
Next summer I’ll probably be overseas
I speak a lot of French, oui oui oui
Mate you’re just a hater cos my future’s bright
And this is my idea of the perfect life
Living out your wildest dreams yeah we’re just young and dumb
No responsibilities don’t care for anyone
Dance like there’s no one around yeah it’s just you and me
We don’t care for finer things cos love is all we need
Yeah
So don’t be looking at my face weird
I am somebody that they feared
I just wanna play my bass here
Filmed by Swiss department
Producer and Director; Barnaby Chambers
Producer; Cas
DOP; Henry Bunny
Edited by Scrap Metal
Lyrics:
Spend your whole life looking at something you think you need to be apart of
looking at the view from the penthouse watching over in the metropolis
Body’s moving, lights flicker
The nights bigger, the nights better
Gucci sweaters – loafers leather – handbag telfar…
Who holds it better ?Who holds it better!
The cold breeze down your neck
And menacing silence.
The tranquility of it all
Still won’t make you feel as though you belong
How to defeat the systems put in place to keep a young revolutionary subdued
In a white washed system
Design to dissolve and destroy
Until we know ourselves only then, & only then.
will we then begin to support each other
Yeah im talking about brothers, punters, sisters
Junkies and junkheads
pissheads, racists, classists
Frameless grasses
And Famous asses
nepo baby x2
The heights keep you in a bubble of what you think is real
I could feel like a king amongst rats what kind of shit is that?
Living for the weekend
Wishing for the seasons
Hating on the weekday
Tripping on the pretense
All the mileage on my vessel
Submersed in desperation
Sinking slowly to the shallows,
Lowered in size
Steaming
Self medicating
Oxygen
Dreaming
Too many selfies
Why we so selfish
Try and be selfless
Searching for meaning
Dance till sunrise
Lifeless evenings
then
After dusk-
Try
light this beacon
We play like Children
Hands over eyes
Wide shut
Meeting the maker
Movers shakers
Cupids aimless
All night ravers
My Night bus favourites
Lyrics:
Ya eyes on fire
Got my heart rate running
The world stands still
Until we all fall down
Time keep killing til we all got nothing
Can’t keep living with the heartache
I can feel the waves crash under my skin
Circling the drain til we all fall in
The rain hit harder to absolve my sins
It just keep beating til my heart break
Now I’m throwing a parade for my new self yeah
Trynna throw shade at my true self yeah
Devil can’t tell ‘em how to move next yeah
Turning ballet into a two-step yeah
I’m just gone dance through the heartache
I’m just gonna dance through the heartache
I’m just gone dance til my heart break
I’m just gone dance til my heart go
I’m just gone dance til my heart go
I’m just gone dance til my heart go
Yeah
Now the pain ain’t finished yet
Nothing feels real, I need to stay up off the internet
Always online with a search bar full of death
Looking at our old photographs like who is that I’m seeing
Now I’m never sleeping cuz I’m laying you to rest
A couple dozen times a day and by the end I’m too depressed for breathing
I don’t wanna live alone at all I’m better off a loner
I don’t wanna live at all I know I said it I believe that
I don’t wanna die, but the day that you died
Baby so did I, feel like I’m on the clock
Hands on the glock, time’s gonna stop
Pour a shot to the head for the photo opp
Ya eyes on fire
Got my heart rate running
The world stands still
Until we all fall down
Time keeps killing til we all got nothing
Can’t keep living with the heartache
I can feel the waves crash under my skin
Circling the drain til we all fall in
The rain hit harder to absolve my sins
It just keep beating til my heart break
Now I’m throwing a parade for my new self yeah
Trynna throw shade at my true self yeah
Devil can’t tell ‘em how to move next yeah
Turning ballet into a two step yeah
I’m just gone dance through the heartache
I’m just gonna dance through the heartache
I’m just gone dance til my heart break
I’m just gone dance til my heart go
I’m just gone dance til my heart go
I’m just gone dance til my heart go