Filmed during the lull between lightening and hail on the Eyre Peninsula on Wirungu country, the video juxtaposes the domestic with the monumental. The transient and the enduring within a place of coastal isolation. These layers are personal and connect inhabited space with the grandeur of the natural world and the broader universe, revealing the eternal within the temporary. Crush is the fourth video made from the album 'Let Loose The Beating Birds.'
Crush
Stream here: https://open.spotify.com/album/6cbnqErfJEF9k1zQrW04nv
Stream here: https://open.spotify.com/album/6cbnqErfJEF9k1zQrW04nv
Music and words by Jen Lush
Vocals - Jen Lush
Electric Guitar - James Brown
Bass / Synth note - Mark Seddon
Acoustic Guitar / backing vocals - Sam Cagney
Drums / Keys / Metal box percussion - Paul Angas
Vocals - Jen Lush
Electric Guitar - James Brown
Bass / Synth note - Mark Seddon
Acoustic Guitar / backing vocals - Sam Cagney
Drums / Keys / Metal box percussion - Paul Angas
Produced, recorded, engineered and mixed by James Brown at Wizard Tone Studios, mastered by Michael Lynch at Shoehorse Sound.
Special thanks to Richard Coates for his contribution to the initial musical arrangement on first demo.
Film credits:
Film concept and Production by Tobin Lush Camera, edit, colour, title design by Tobin Lush
Film concept and Production by Tobin Lush Camera, edit, colour, title design by Tobin Lush
Lyrics :
when you turned to me in the night
when my arms were unattached
and my feet were like ice
water pooling on the sheets
when the crush on my chest
from a small refrigerator
held back my breath
held back my breath
when I was still as a stone
with the sound of your voice in the dark
in the dark
the bed is so cold tonight
i’m looking for the moon
i see it high over the city
trying to pass by my eyes unnoticed
it’s out of my grasp
i bring the tides in and out
with all of my breath
all of my breath
a possum scatters along the gutter like a warning
the night birds have held back their breath with waiting
waiting
when my arms were unattached
and my feet were like ice
water pooling on the sheets
when the crush on my chest
from a small refrigerator
held back my breath
held back my breath
when I was still as a stone
with the sound of your voice in the dark
in the dark
the bed is so cold tonight
i’m looking for the moon
i see it high over the city
trying to pass by my eyes unnoticed
it’s out of my grasp
i bring the tides in and out
with all of my breath
all of my breath
a possum scatters along the gutter like a warning
the night birds have held back their breath with waiting
waiting