The Correspondents | INEXPLICABLE by The Correspondents @correspondentsmusic | Uploaded August 2016 | Updated October 2024, 2 hours ago.
iTunes: itunes.apple.com/gb/album/inexpicable-single/id1140534556
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/3RICruUJtlqzGPiBZ6BQX4
A Bad Baby Production, created by Christina Hardinge.
Everything you see on screen has been achieved in-camera, using analogue techniques. Despite appearing black and white, the entire video is filmed in colour and does not use any CGI or digital compositing effects.
Big thanks to Asa Taulbut and everyone at Hornsey Town Hall.
CREW:
Director - Christina Hardinge ( christinahardinge.com )
Producer - Bad Baby Productions ( badbabyproductions.co.uk )
Choreographer - Daisy Smith (daisysmith.co.uk)
DOP & Editor - Andrew Burns
Production Designer - Azalia Francis
Costume Designer - Oliver Cronk
Make-Up Designer - Shiv Ashman
1st AD - Mike Histon
2nd AD - Olympia Kappos
Camera assistant - Harry O'Reilly
Production assistant - Anya Kelly
DANCERS:
Maria Sousa
Rachel Brennan
Ed Hunter
Eleanor Mackinder
Daniel Santos
Valerie Ebuwa
Grace Sage
For more from Bad Baby Productions:
facebook.com/badbabyfilms
twitter.com/badbabyfilms
vimeo.com/badbabyfilms
youtube.com/badbabyfilms
instagram.com/badbabyfilms
LYRICS:
CHORUS
Inexplicably high
Inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don't know where to go
And all the while it seems
that I'm
living in my dreams
And not in the now
No Not in the now.
1.
When I was four
I raised my finger to a moving car
It crashed
So I assumed I had a super power
I didn't raise that finger until I was nine
When a school boy attacked me for the 25th time.
Down I went, my index still up
So Convinced that he would just drop
Powerless to make it stop
2.
At 19
I still just about believed in god
I guess
That I was pretty late to shake it off
Faulty magic whispered to the man who can mend
I tricked myself in thinking he could cure my best friend.
Two weeks in his insides gave up
If drugs can't help why would words bring him luck
Powerless to make it stop
3.
Now
My hands are pulling at the donkeys reigns
I feel
I've gone the wrong route down a dusty lane
The grass could have been greener down the first road I took
I'd give half my happiness just for one look
My lust to win is eating me up
A game I can't win up against my own clock
And powerless to make it stop.
iTunes: itunes.apple.com/gb/album/inexpicable-single/id1140534556
Spotify: open.spotify.com/album/3RICruUJtlqzGPiBZ6BQX4
A Bad Baby Production, created by Christina Hardinge.
Everything you see on screen has been achieved in-camera, using analogue techniques. Despite appearing black and white, the entire video is filmed in colour and does not use any CGI or digital compositing effects.
Big thanks to Asa Taulbut and everyone at Hornsey Town Hall.
CREW:
Director - Christina Hardinge ( christinahardinge.com )
Producer - Bad Baby Productions ( badbabyproductions.co.uk )
Choreographer - Daisy Smith (daisysmith.co.uk)
DOP & Editor - Andrew Burns
Production Designer - Azalia Francis
Costume Designer - Oliver Cronk
Make-Up Designer - Shiv Ashman
1st AD - Mike Histon
2nd AD - Olympia Kappos
Camera assistant - Harry O'Reilly
Production assistant - Anya Kelly
DANCERS:
Maria Sousa
Rachel Brennan
Ed Hunter
Eleanor Mackinder
Daniel Santos
Valerie Ebuwa
Grace Sage
For more from Bad Baby Productions:
facebook.com/badbabyfilms
twitter.com/badbabyfilms
vimeo.com/badbabyfilms
youtube.com/badbabyfilms
instagram.com/badbabyfilms
LYRICS:
CHORUS
Inexplicably high
Inexplicably low
I think I know what I want but I don't know where to go
And all the while it seems
that I'm
living in my dreams
And not in the now
No Not in the now.
1.
When I was four
I raised my finger to a moving car
It crashed
So I assumed I had a super power
I didn't raise that finger until I was nine
When a school boy attacked me for the 25th time.
Down I went, my index still up
So Convinced that he would just drop
Powerless to make it stop
2.
At 19
I still just about believed in god
I guess
That I was pretty late to shake it off
Faulty magic whispered to the man who can mend
I tricked myself in thinking he could cure my best friend.
Two weeks in his insides gave up
If drugs can't help why would words bring him luck
Powerless to make it stop
3.
Now
My hands are pulling at the donkeys reigns
I feel
I've gone the wrong route down a dusty lane
The grass could have been greener down the first road I took
I'd give half my happiness just for one look
My lust to win is eating me up
A game I can't win up against my own clock
And powerless to make it stop.
