Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Ruth Theodore
Voces de fondo
Abdul Shyllon
Voces de fondo
Jabez Walsh
Voces de fondo
Melody Brooks
Voces de fondo
Todd Sickafoose
Contrabajo
Mathias Kunzli
Percusión
Lily Holgate
Viola
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ruth Theodore
Arreglista
Todd Sickafoose
Arreglista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Ruth Theodore
Producción
Alan Douche
Masterización
Eli Crews
Ingeniería de mezcla
Todd Sickafoose
Producción
Mathias Kunzli
Producción
Letra
Would you look at those headlines
crying out for attention
Oh yeah everythings a thriller
everyones a killer
when you’re looking in two dimensions
And on paper we’re a failure
but in the flesh we are all kings
I’m ruler of all that lies within
these layers upon layers of skin
And even when my eyes are closed
I am not in darkness ah ah
for the mind is a tardis
And this door opens to a memory
plays it back in slow motion
This one opens to a blank canvas
this one opens out onto the ocean
So put down the camera
no moment will be captured
Not every sentence needs a hammer
not every protest has a banner
So don’t give me who you’re trying to be
when I like the one you’re trying to hide
The one that gets me every time I’m
watching out the corner of my eye
And I guess that’s why the stillness
sounds above the words being said
I know the loudest noise I can make in my chest
is no match for the voice in our heads that says
How do you live inside a moment when it ceases as soon as it comes? oh ah ah when It’s over before it's begun?
And how come those mountains paths
we swore would never let us pass
are these grains of sand here in our hands?
Looks like nothing here was built to last
So put down the camera
no moment will be captured
Not every sentence needs a hammer
not every protest has a banner
Has fear of dying become the disease?
Is it still alright just to live and breathe? ‘cause If you believe what you read then every foot step climbs a ladder
every photo needs to flatter
every moment needs to matter
every protest needs a banner
Well let's lay out every coin we’ve got
you know every slot is a ballot box ah ah
And see Romina Ashrafi is history but
show me where's the dot on the line
when in defense of her dignity
she stood up to her father for the first time?
See resistance lurks beneath the surface
and it barely gets a mention
but when it catches it burns like a furnace
so you wanna be paying attention
Put down the camera
no moment will be captured
not every sentence needs a
hammer not every protest has a
banner
not every footstep climbs a
ladder not every protest has a
banner
Written by: Ruth Theodore