Uploaded August 2021 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago
Directed by Angus Bell Young
Shot by Ethan Thomas
Lighting directed by Dane Boulton
Playback and production assistant Zac Godbolt
Produced by Brewcasa Creative
Thanks to Revolve Rotation, Sydney Prop Studio, The Front, Penrith Light & Sound.
NO CAUSE
STREAM: space-44.lnk.to/no-cause
Written By F-POS, Caro de Dear & Jamunajai Renaud
Patrick Cornwall - Vocals
Caro de Dear - Vocals
Goldfang - Vocals
Matt Mason - Electric Guitars
Taras Hrubyj-Piper - Bass Synth, Synths, Programming, Acoustic + Electric Guitars, BVs
Tom Cardy - Drums, BVs
Angus Rees - BVs
Marko Hrubyj-Piper - BVs
Engineered by Dann Hume & Taras Hrubyj-Piper
Produced by Dann Hume
Mixed by Dann Hume
Mastered by Joe Carra @ Crystal Mastering
Recorded at F-POS Studios, Tom Cardy Studios, Dann Hume Studios LA
LYRICS
A hat with no home
A head with no train
There’s no reservation at the hotel I sit
But I sit anyway
Theres a standing ovation
But I don’t hear her applause
She’s stuck in the woodwork
In the backstage there’s a patient
We’re nursing No Cause
I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired
High rise bleedem young
Its a shot to the face in the last winning race
High rise bleed in the dumb
I break upon entry
Cuz thats my home
I’m not yours to play with
You’re ten feet short
I’m paper cut stone
The sadman’s guitar kept the jewels in the basement
This tables not steady - the fatman got tall
There’s stains in the papers
In the street demonstrations
White callin’ black kettle thug
I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired
High rise bleedem young
Its a shot to the face in the last winning race
High rise bleed in the dumb
I turnt six off the rail
And your mugs in the mail
High rise burning tongue
If the cops don’t call
Leave them framed on the wall
High rise New World Come
Im holding on, so easily, but to act upon, makes me heavy
I dont wanna play safe
In a dirty card game
So flip it on an x-trail
Drag me down a highway
Dont wanna play ma fatboi
Im a gold canary
So ima play ma playstaysh
Ima do it my way
Directed by Angus Bell Young
Shot by Ethan Thomas
Lighting directed by Dane Boulton
Playback and production assistant Zac Godbolt
Produced by Brewcasa Creative
Thanks to Revolve Rotation, Sydney Prop Studio, The Front, Penrith Light & Sound.
NO CAUSE
STREAM: space-44.lnk.to/no-cause
Written By F-POS, Caro de Dear & Jamunajai Renaud
Patrick Cornwall - Vocals
Caro de Dear - Vocals
Goldfang - Vocals
Matt Mason - Electric Guitars
Taras Hrubyj-Piper - Bass Synth, Synths, Programming, Acoustic + Electric Guitars, BVs
Tom Cardy - Drums, BVs
Angus Rees - BVs
Marko Hrubyj-Piper - BVs
Engineered by Dann Hume & Taras Hrubyj-Piper
Produced by Dann Hume
Mixed by Dann Hume
Mastered by Joe Carra @ Crystal Mastering
Recorded at F-POS Studios, Tom Cardy Studios, Dann Hume Studios LA
LYRICS
A hat with no home
A head with no train
There’s no reservation at the hotel I sit
But I sit anyway
Theres a standing ovation
But I don’t hear her applause
She’s stuck in the woodwork
In the backstage there’s a patient
We’re nursing No Cause
I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired
High rise bleedem young
Its a shot to the face in the last winning race
High rise bleed in the dumb
I break upon entry
Cuz thats my home
I’m not yours to play with
You’re ten feet short
I’m paper cut stone
The sadman’s guitar kept the jewels in the basement
This tables not steady - the fatman got tall
There’s stains in the papers
In the street demonstrations
White callin’ black kettle thug
I got keen I got cold I got spit turnt & wired
High rise bleedem young
Its a shot to the face in the last winning race
High rise bleed in the dumb
I turnt six off the rail
And your mugs in the mail
High rise burning tongue
If the cops don’t call
Leave them framed on the wall
High rise New World Come
Im holding on, so easily, but to act upon, makes me heavy
I dont wanna play safe
In a dirty card game
So flip it on an x-trail
Drag me down a highway
Dont wanna play ma fatboi
Im a gold canary
So ima play ma playstaysh
Ima do it my way
