More songs by Paris Paloma
Description
It's like watching a parade of big bosses who climb to the top with such pomp and circumstance that they forget to breathe. Solid suits, important faces - but in reality, their tails are tucked between their legs, their eyes are empty, and their mouths are open only to repeat other people's commands. They drink power like seawater: greedily, to the last drop, and still suffer from thirst.
There is something both comical and terrifying about this: loyalty without reward, service without meaning. Even the dog at the gate looks smarter - at least he won't bark at salt water, knowing that it only makes things worse.
Video clip:
CAST:
Paris Paloma
Tom Blight
DIRECTOR:
Georgie Cowan-Turner
CREATIVE DIRECTORS:
Paris Paloma, Josh Sanger, Susanna Garrard, and Phoebe Fox
MANAGER:
Josh Sanger / Deep End Management
Label: Nettwerk Music Group
Producer: Emily Clifford
Production Company: Blindeye Films
Director of Photography: Kieran O'Brien
Editor: Louis Catlett
Colorist: Sharon Chung
First Assistant Director: Peter Bromfield
Stylist: Leight Clark
Makeup Artist: Emma Regan
Makeup Assistant: Ruby Yu
Hair Stylist: Jada Dale
Tailor: Katie Collard
STEADICAM: Alex Kryshkevich
Gaffer: Holly Map
1st Assistant Camera: Chelsea Bernard
2nd Assistant Camera: Zhanna Piber
Spark: James Hawkins
Spark / Driver: Julie Kingsley
RUNNER: Ollie Morris
COLOR HOUSE: Wash
TITLES: Samuel Burgess-Johnson
DIRECTOR'S REPRESENTATIVE: Sam Davie
CAST
LEAD DOG: Harvey Quinn
FOLLOWER 1: Johnny Britcher
FOLLOWER 2: John Bristow
CINEMATOGRAPHER MURDOCK: Emily Jeffries
CINEMATOGRAPHER HALO: Conor Harris
Lyrics and translation
Original
I knew one day I'd have to watch powerful men burn the world down
I just didn't expect them to be such losers
I have never seen submission embodied half so well
As in, the feeble competition between men with souls to sell
And I've never seen a guard dog with less fearsome of a bite
Than with its tail between its legs found at the rich's man side
Look at him, he's sweating, he's sweating from the climb
Office worker, soldier, CEO, he's bleedin' and he's blind
And I've never seen a creature more pitiful than him
He drinks power like saltwater, all because he cannot swim
Mouths open, servants of a higher power
They told him, it's a staircase, it's a tower
Full circle, wagging tails, wearing a collar
Poor madman, that's what happens when you drink saltwater
Burned your tongue too early and realised too late
The tragedy of losing everything you'll never taste
The clearness of the river, the honey on her tongue
Door open to communion, bein' your father's son
And I would not expect you to witness what we know
The songs sung in the dark times, the fire and the snow
We'll be piling up our pyre and defend your lords
And we'll have our joy, but it'll never be yours
Mouths open, servants of a higher power (ha)
They told him, it's a staircase, it's a tower
Full circle, wagging tails, wearing a collar (ha)
Even the dogs know not to drink saltwater
Good boy, you're working exactly as intended
Has the penny dropped? You're never gonna get it
Unrewarded for all of your defending
From your loneliness epidemic
Good boy, has any of the money trickled down yet?
You say one day you'll be rich, well, tell me how then
Unpaid marketing department for the power
Good boy, good boy
Oh-oh, good boy
Good boy
Mouths open, servants of a higher power (ha)
(Has the penny dropped? You're never gonna get it)
They told him, it's a staircase, it's a tower
(For all your loneliness epidemic)
Full circle, wagging tails, wearing a collar (ha)
(You say one day you'll be rich, well, tell me how then)
(How then) even the dogs know not to drink saltwater
(Good boy, good boy)