Description
Director: Brianna Lynn Cinematographer, Creative Director: Erin Woolf Creative Director: Brianna Lynn Movement Director: Evan Sagadensky Art Director: Rachel Waxenberg Producer: Emily Parker Assistant Director: Anna Sophia Perguier Executive Producer: Brianna Lynn Production Coordinator: Shay Tiger Director of Photography: Miles Cab First Assistant Camera: Polly Chesnokova Camera Provider: Cinema Vision Film Provider: Kodak Film Lab: The Negative Space Gaffer: Samuel Cleary Key Grip: Louis Lopez Filming and Management: Omar Garcia Stylist: Rachel Waxenberg Production Designer: Shay Tiger Hair and Makeup Artist: Sam Chotzen-Jenner Car: Cody Curtis Location Manager: Chandler Atkins Locations: Mountain Airstrip Farm Editor: Brianna Lynn Colorist: Nick Daukus Title Design: Brianna Lynn Special thanks to Cinema Vision, Kodak, and The Negative Space for the opportunity to use 16mm film. Special thanks to Chandler Atkins and The Mountain Air Strip Farm for the wonderful locations. On Grace Power: Teal top by Yannah Bernelli Corset, cape, and jacket by Annie Yin Skirt by Belle Boots by Vivienne Westwood Tights by Maison Soksi
Lyrics and translation
Original
Do you ever feel like
The real world is on the other side of the glass?
You can reach out, but you'll never reach it
So you watch it go past
And you're not sad all the time anymore
But you don't know what to call it
Stuck in between a life and a dream, and you're slowly falling
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Someone let me back in
I walked through the valley, I climbed up the hill
My mind stayed behind in the underworld still
I do meditations and I get out of bed
But all of my fears ricochet in my head
Perpetual victim, eventual fraud
You'll never escape your immovable god
Sometimes I can taste it, a life above ground
And here comes the underworld pulling me down
Down, down
I'm scared what I've been through
Is all that I'll be
I'm running myself ragged
I'm caught in a landslide of pity and critique
It's a nasty habit
And I'm not sad all the time anymore
But I don't know what to call it
I don't recognize myself or my life
So, I guess I'm haunted
I walked through the valley, I climbed up the hill
My mind stayed behind in the underworld still
I took meditations and I get out of bed
But all of my fears ricochet in my head
Perpetual victim, eventual fraud
You'll never escape your immovable god
Sometimes I can taste it, a life above ground
And here comes the underworld pulling me down
And I could burn it all down
Reinvent my life
None of it matters if I can't go back in time
Tell me there's an answer, even if it's a lie
Sometimes when I'm breathing, it feels just like a knife
It feels just like a knife
I walked through the valley, I climbed up the hill
My mind stayed behind in the underworld still