#TheWeatherStation #Robber
'Ignorance' Tour on sale now: theweatherstation.net/tour
"Robber" by The Weather Station from the album, "Ignorance" on Fat Possum Records, out now
Listen to Robber:
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Directed by Tamara Lindeman
Produced and Shot by Jared Raab
1st A.C. - Ryan McIntyre
Camera Assistant - Colin Medley
Production Manager - Ben Whiteley
Production Support by Zapruder Films
Edited by Colin Medley
Colour Correction - Conor Fisher at Alter Ego
Catering by Joan Hope
Featuring:
Erin Poole - The Dancer
Terry Jansen - The Newsman
Akshay Amin - The Courier
James Robertson - The Cameraman
Johnny Spence - The Man
Adrian Tam - Watcher / Panhandler
Ada Dahli - Watcher
Sukh Gill - Watcher
Masha Gruntovskaya - Watcher
Kseniya Miller-Gruntovskaya - Watcher
Caitlin Wolfe O'Brien - Watcher
Ben Whiteley - Distant Runner
Lyrics:
I never believed in the robber
I never saw nobody climb over my fence
no black bag, no gloved hand
I never believed in the robber
I figured everything he took was gone
nothing to do, nothing to be done
I never believed in the robber
no I never believed in the robber
You never believed in the robber
You thought; a robber must hate you to wanna take from you
The robber don’t hate you
You never believed in the robber but the robber never believed in you
He never saw you, he only saw what he would be allowed to do
no, the robber don’t hate you
The robber don’t hate you
He had permission, permission by words
permission of thanks, permission of laws, permission of banks
white table cloth dinners, convention centres, it was all done real carefully
Make real imagination, make unreal that which can be taken
turn your gaze from the window’s light
turn your attention to this sharp knife
I never believed in the robber
When I was young, I learned how to make love to the robber
to dance with the other
to wring from his hand the touch of a lover
I never believed in the robber
Nobody taught me nothing was mine
if nothing was mine, taking was all there was
looting at dawn looting at dusk
Hold open the gates for the want of lust
All I saw was the dust, kicked up
12 окт 2020
