'The Talker', from the album 'The Great Calm'
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CREDITS
Directed by: Heleen Declercq
Assistant director: Jerina Devolder
2nd assistent director: Tom Beauderon
Production company: Union Call
Producer: Romain Habousha
Production assistant: Ophelie Thibaut
Director of Photography: Kamiel Doens
1st Camera Assistant: Romain Roobaert
2nd Camera Assistant: Pablo Cabello
3rd Camera Assistant: Nicolas Vielle
Gaffer : Pieter-Jan Donckels
Spark: Lucas Marbach
Spark: Loïc Dewandeler
Spark: Anouck Hasaers
Key Grip: Tim Roels
Grip: Viktor Verbeeck
Grip: Matthijs Van Den Berg
Scaffold builders: Steigerwerk
Scaffold supervisor: Anton Descheemaecker
Creative Direction: Charlotte Verplancke (Kader Meraki)
Set Dresser: Marthe Hespel
Set Dresser Assistant: Alice Van Der Vorst
Styling: Vincent Van Laeken
Styling Assistant: Cynthia De Blander
Make Up: Sirine Srijettanont
Make Up: Aoife Dewandeleer
Fx: Blue Fx Film
Car Rig & Stunt: Alexandra Brixy & Saskia Luft
Sfx: Moviefx
Sfx Supervisor: Toon Sintobin
Sfx: Bert Depoortere
Sfx: Cis Deman
Location Manager: Adrien Leonard
Location Manager Assistant: Luca De Taeye
Location Manager Assistant: Marco Levy
Editing: Ward Geerts
Colograding: Kene Illegems
Sound Design: Diego Wunsch
Choreographer: Astrid De Haes
Dancers : Victoria Rose Roy, Rita Alves, Kaat De Bakker,
Miroslav Kochánek, Eva Galmel, Philomène Jander, Laure Dietrich, Louis Siegert, Adrian Pietari
Thanks To: Dufour Group, Vandekerkhove Coffee (Gent), Eric Didden, Sarah Vanden Bulcke, Lucinde Wahlen, Benjamin Speyer, Watts, Kgs, Cam+, Sabam for Culture, Playright
LYRICS
​​“You’ve never been much of a talker”
Thank you for sparing me the shame
Because every time I try to speak
The attempt deforms my face
You see, it’s not very pretty
You shoved these words into my mouth
And now they keep on dripping over the sides
I try to wipe them with my sleeves
It sticks like filth to my cheeks
I’ve got this pile of identities
But I like the one you gave me best
I guess I’ll keep it as a souvenir
While I get rid of all the rest
You shoved these words into my mouth
And I chewed them down then spit them out
Like bite-sized syllables with a lack of meaning
You shove these words into my mouth
And I keep on chewing until they sound
A bit more like mine
It never speaks
And if it speaks
It speaks in fear
“You’ve never been much of a talker”
Thank you for sparing me the shame
Because every time I try to speak
The attempt deforms my face
You shoved these words into my mouth
And I chewed them down then spit them out
Like bite-sized syllables with a lack of meaning
You shove these words into my mouth
And I keep on chewing until they sound
A bit more like mine
It never speaks
And if it speaks
It speaks in fear