mary in the junkyard
mary in the junkyard - Blood (live session recording)
updated
Shot and edited by James Ogram
Recorded by Oli Bayston
Mixed by Simon Bloor
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Credits
Artist — Mary in the Junkyard
Directed by — Luke Grieve
Co-Directors — Saya Barbaglia & Daisy Ayscough
Director of Photography — Harry Grunfeld
Written by — Saya Barbaglia & Daisy Ayscough
Costume and Set Design — Daisy Ayscough
Production Company — Tar Beach Productions
Edited by — Luke Grieve
Colour Grade — Fox Bamber Barron
Art Department — Clari Freeman-Taylor & Daisy Ayscough
Additional Prop Making — Ismi Wyndham-Dawe & Saya Barbaglia
Fight Choreography — Saya Barbaglia
Producer — Connie Meade
Runners — Ismi Wyndham-Dawe, Calum Ward & Mia Knott
Lighting Assistant— Jamilya Almamedova
Combat Training — Alimamy Fullah & London Grapple
Special thanks — Joseph Lima Vitalis from the One Tree Hill Allotments
Veg Choir (including george the dog) :
August Janklow
George (Janklow)
Tess Duffin
Aster Lokhova
Emilio Alvarez-manilla Hernandez
Ismi Wyndham-Dawe
Rowdy Crowd:
Verity Hughes
Gwen Sutterby
Zero Proffenroth
Andreu G. Serra
Amy Dudek
Freddie Morgan
Cee Leslie
Ella Birch
Calum Ward
Max Lambert
Everett Dolphin
Hannah Dempsey
Issie Jenkinson
Ben Lui Simpkins
Emily Bowden
Isabelle Olivia Rehm
Lilia Edye
Luke Hipkin
Sidney Jones
Ewan Samms
#lovealwayswins #beetroot #to #yourself
Video by Daisy Ayscough
Live audio recorded by Ewan Samms and mixed by Oli Bayston
Lyrics:
Thought of you while staring at the candelabra
Almost felt your fingers in my hair
One of your eyes is green, but the other is darker
Let me hold you still so I can stare
Don't let me into your life baby
I hurt you enough as it is
Don't let me under your skin baby
I'm full of false promises
I want you to know me through my songs
They're so much cleaner than anything I could say
And I don't mind if we sit in silence
As long as you’re near me
Frantically I wrote you a letter
One I knew I never would send
Write fast, write deep, write better
Nothing I ever write will be enough
Don't let me into your life baby
I hurt you enough as it is
Don't let me under your skin baby
I'm full of false promises
I want you to know me through my songs
They're so much cleaner than anything I could say
And I don't mind if we sit in silence
As long as you’re near me
Produced/mixed/featuring Oli Bayston
Engineered by Tommy Bosustow
Videography by James Ogram
Filmed and edited by Clari FT, Daisy Ayscough and Jazz Pope.
Featuring Clari FT, Saya Barbagllia, David Addison and Daisy Ayscough
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Background track: Tuesday
US support tour with Wet Leg.
Video recorded by @alicebackham
Recorded 29-07-25, mary in the junkyard, ants in the pants show, live from the round at venue MOT.
Video by Xander Lewis (@xanderlewis__)
CREDITS
Director- Edie Lawrence
Prop makers - Edie Lawrence & Georgia wales
Producer - Molly Turner
DOP - Tim Nathan
Gaffer- Joe Nkadi
Commissioner - Connie Meade
BTS - Daisy Belknap
Audio recorded and mixed by Liam Brand, assisted by Josh Finerty
LYRICS
I've been looking all over for you
in all of the drains of the city
I've been looking for words to describe you
I don't even know who you are to me
you're a bright light a white noise a long corridoor
a red moth in my room flying at my head
a wise woman at the bar
crying quiet
a gentle riot
I only came here to feel my body
I am a ghost, where are my bones
How can you blame me for not being sorry
My birthday card got lost in the post
and it's a bright light a white noise
a long corridoor
a red moth in my room
flying at my head
a wise woman at the bar
crying quiet
a gentle riot
if you bury yourself I will dig you out again
that's what lovers do
if you hurt yourself i will take you under my wing
i am your lover and im loving you
tryna stay well fed but it's exhausting
when nothing i do is from feeling
i feel like this every weekend but i'll get over it, i'll get over it
i'm tryna stay well fed but ive been slipping down the drain
talking to you now
but i dont feel sane
i feel like this every day
but i'll get over it i'll ----- aaarrrtggggghhhh
CREDITS
Director - Edie Lawrence
Producer - Molly Turner
Prod asst - Calum O'Toole
DOP - Tim Nathan
1ST AC - Recel Wynsley
Gaffer - Joe Nkadi
Art dept - Georgia Wales
Art dept - Alice Nutley
Art dept - Lucy Baxter
Costume designer - Zelda Attard
Hair - Emma Tierney
MUA Alice Flesher
MU Asst - Gen Thorpe
Commissioner - Connie Meade
BTS - Daisy Belknap
Editor - Matt Marshall
Edit producer - Rachel Goodger
Colourist - Simone Chiavini
Colour producer - Jamie McCubbin
CAST
Clari Freeman-Taylor
Saya Barbaglia
David Addison
Host - Derek Elwood
Box office - Sydney Crocker
Crew:
Adeline Szemun
Lev Shurov
Vlad Andrei Baltagi
Yulia Giluch
Zoltan Torre
Audience:
Asher Brandon
Chloe Lange
Ellie Broom
Erika Parker
Holly Whitaker
Jacquelyn Tepper
Jane Buckle
Josephine von Bülow
Lina Sarhan
Lorenzo Lorenti
Maria Lopez
Mia-Rae Danie
Monique Murphy
Morgan Wallace
Motoko Kawahira
Nastya Temnenko
Nina Caspari
Oliver Cichero
Rosa McKechnie
Salome Wu
Tom Humphreys
Charlie Williams
Dan Potts
Daisy Belknap
LYRICS
I've been looking all over for you
in all of the drains of the city
I've been looking for words to describe you
I don't even know who you are to me
you're a bright light a white noise a long corridoor
a red moth in my room flying at my head
a wise woman at the bar
crying quiet
a gentle riot
I only came here to feel my body
I am a ghost, where are my bones
How can you blame me for not being sorry
My birthday card got lost in the post
and it's a bright light a white noise a long corridoor
a red moth in my room flying at my head
a wise woman at the bar
crying quiet
a gentle riot
if you bury yourself I will dig you out again
that's what lovers do
if you hurt yourself i will take you under my wing
i am your lover and im loving you
tryna stay well fed but it's exhausting
when nothing i do is from feeling
i feel like this every weekend
but i'll get over it, i'll get over it
i'm tryna stay well fed but ive been slipping down the drain
talking to you now but i dont feel sane
i feel like this every day
but i'll get over it i'll ----- aaarrrtggggghhhh
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some silly footage of our time in New York. we will be back SOON hopefully
Lyrics:
Skin tight
Oh won't you see the light
And follow up into the night
My dream
Comes from the pale light of a bright blue screen
It was old, it was cold
From the song that was sung
And my heart made a noise
Like an oil drum
But everybody's holding me down
And it calls again
Something lifting you out
Of the place that you're in
Is a pain, it's about
Angels
It's a craving not a crime
Could you fall for it
For the ways of the world
It was all that I got
From the falling of a dead angel
It's a curse and it's a shame
This is my California
I know it doesn't look like much
This is my way to warn you
That it will never be enough
If you go to California
We will not stay in touch
I've never been to California
And I will keep it as such
But everybody's holding you down
And it's gone again
Something lifting me out
Of the place that I'm in
Is it tame, let it out
Cages
It is bursting into life
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Shot and Directed by Herbie Bone
Lyrics:
in the fur tree days
i was on your back
i had no shoes back then
you picked up the slack
and spirit guides were
pulling me limb from limb
i said a prayer for you
so you wanted to stay
we would eat the birds we caught that evening
in the wild days
and in the night time we sat by the fire side
nothing to think of
but i want to survive
and spirit guides were kept on the inside
they carved their symbols into my eyes
they told me you were leaving in my dreaming
i thought that i had time
but then you left that day
with a big suitcase
just like a city boy
i made a disgusted face
and spirit guides were all going silent
i hoped the dirt would stay under your fingernails
i hope that there are trees outside your window
i hope you come back some day
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Skin tight
oh won't you see the light
and follow up into the night
my dream
comes from the pale light of a bright blue screen
it was old, it was cold
from the song that was sung
and my heart made a noise
like an oil drum
but everybody's holding me down
And it calls again
something lifting you out
of the place that you're in
is a pain, it's about
angels
It's a craving not a crime
Could you fall for it
for the ways of the world
it was all that I got
from the falling of a dead angel
It's a curse and it's a shame
This is my California
I know it doesn't look like much
this is my way to warn you
that it will never be enough
If you go to California
we will not stay in touch
I've never been to California
and I will keep it as such
But everybody's holding you down
and its gone again
something lifting me out
of the place that I'm in
is it tame, let it out
cages
it is bursting into life
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Credits:
A TVC Production
Produced by Samuel Brautigan and Max Bardsley
Direction and Production Design by Jake Passmore
Art Directors: Maya McAllister Demangeat & Maya Bardsley
Director of photography - Oscar Downing
1st AC - Rio Venetico
2nd AC - George Pritchard
Gaffer - Daniel Llobera
Editor: Maya McAllister Demangeat
Art Department:
Maya McAllister Demangeat
Maya Bardsley
Jacob Clayton
Honor Bathurst
Special thanks to
Set for hire
D-LUX rentals
Gafffstudios
Essex Wildlife Trust
Commissioner - Connie Meade
Management - Charlie Williams, Dan Potts
Label - AMF Records
LYRICS:
You sink your teeth in
Get straight to my heart
Back with the wild things
And covered in bite marks
All of the signs point
To where you’ve been before
Follow your feet then
Looking for more
But I ran, whilst your sleeping
Take off down the street
I’m back when you’re teething
And I’m what you need
You’re in there sleeping
While I’m outside
And they let you in
But I never know why
Staring at the ceiling feeling strangely fine
Your face when you’re sleeping
Has never looked right
But hey
I left you today
Cos I had to
Couldn’t take the pain
You will always haunt me
Your beauty
Do you feel the same
Pulled down to the core of the earth
Into the flames
Credits:
Goop
A TVC Production
Producers - Samuel Brautigan and Max Bardsley
Direction and Production Design - Jake Passmore
Art Directors - Maya McAllister Demangeat & Maya Bardsley
Director of photography - Oscar Downing
1st AC and Colour Grade - Rio Venetico
Editor - Samuel Jones
Staring Jamal Sterrett as The Creature
Costume by
Maya McAllister Demangeat
Maya Bardsley
Ruben Bo Dower
Special thanks to
Maverick Projects & Michael Passmore
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shot and edited by Herbie Bone
‘this old house’ out may 23rd
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Credits:
Director - Clari Freeman-Taylor
Director - Rhory Danniells
1st AD - Henry Heffer
DoP - Jed Darlington Roberts
1st AC - Darius Williams
Stylist - Nellie Blake
Editor - Rhory Danniells
Recorded by The Goneos Brothers
Mixed by Stos Goneos
BTS - Herbie Bone
Commissioner - Connie Meade
Production company - Intergalactic Studios
Management - Charlie Williams, Dan Potts
Label - AMF Records
LYRICS:
I remember staring at your hands
And your silver rings
Those precious moments
I wish I noticed things
Shouted here last spring
When fear was nibbling
So I held my next of kin
Its cold in the city light
I miss the cold of the city light
And its been three months since we last spoke
Because you never pick up the phone
I scream at the deadness of the dialling tone
I cry and I decide that it’s best if I leave you alone
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap that she made for you
My head is on the ground now
But my feet, they don’t know what to do
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap that she made for you
I missed you
When you went away
You got eaten up with the city and the dust
And the smoke and the rain
And I know that you’re trying to stay afloat
In the little boat that you made
Don’t feel ashamed
I do the same
Don’t push me away
And its been three months since we last spoke
Because you never pick up the phone
I scream at the deadness of the dialling tone
I cry and I decide that it’s best if I leave you alone
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap that she made for you
My head is on the ground now
But my feet, they don’t know what to do
Will your mother wash your mouth out
With the soap that she made for you
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Credits
Director - Clari Freeman-Taylor
Director - Rhory Danniells
1st AD - Henry Heffer
DoP - Jed Darlington Roberts
1st AC - Darius Williams
Gaffer - Charlie Relph
Spark - Brook Williams
Spark - Sid Maouche
Art Director - Lyndon Ogbourne
Art Assistant - Georgia Llewelyn
Stylist - Nellie Blake
Drone pilot - Louis Houiller
Editor - Alex Mellbye
Animator - Edie Lawrence
Colourist - Adam Clark
BTS - Herbie Bone
Commissioner - Connie Meade
Production company - Intergalactic Studios
Management - Charlie Williams, Dan Potts
Label - AMF Records
LYRICS
Pretty people smoking in the kitchen
I open my face to the night
For your rainy day tales I am itching
Tell them by candlelight
And you howl
It’s all you can do
I’ve been howling at you
But you see right through it
You pass right though
So when did passion go out of fashion?
Sing til you know who you are
I kissed you face and I’m blushing
I love you for who you are
And you howl
It’s all you can do
I’ve been howling at you
But you see right through it
You pass right though
So talk to me, I’m scared of change babe
But hey, you’re a prophet in disguise
But I’m so glad that I came here
Cos gone are my old ways
Gone are the old days
And you howl
It’s all you can do
I’ve been howling at you
But you see right through it
You pass right though
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bts video filmed and directed by Herbie Bone
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A mary in the junkyard production
Starring Saya Barbaglia, David Addison and Clari Freeman-Taylor
Yeti performed by Sara Giuffrida and Gabe Khitarishvili-Awde
Yeti made by Toby Buchanan
Camera by Herbie Bone
Directed by Clari FT and Herbie Bone
widen my horizons please
there's so much I dont know about this life
talk to myself to no reply
open my eyes, please
I feel like an alien here
breathing from a seperate hole
close my eyes and see myself
high above the city
I haven't got used to it yet
the cosmos
curled up in bed
an object of desire
the city burns
she looks at me
my head turns
on the tip of my tongue
a thousand words
and I read them aloud to her
I haven't got used to it yet
the cosmos
curled up in bed
see us set ourselves on fire
the city burns
she looks at me
my head turns
on the tip of my tongue
a thousand words
and I read them aloud to her
I made something of myself
I was meant for something else
I made something of myself
I was meant for somewhere else
I feel like an alien here
breathing from a seperate hole
close my eyes and see myself
high above the city
I'm always waiting for it
something borrowed something blue but
I am that something blue
when I am kept away from you
he said 'get out of my way'
and that destroyed the tuesday
I'm always waiting for it
when I'm getting close to you


