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Welles - Life Like Mine (Official Music Video)

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Official music video for "Life Like Mine" by Welles.
Stream "Red Trees and White Trashes":
CREDITS:
Director: Mafalda Millies
Director of Photography: Ryan Marie Helfant
Produced by: Chemistry Creative, Starecase, and Eliza Soros
Edit: Mafalda Millies & Eliza Soros
Production Design: Eliza Soros
Styling: Lucy Wright
Make-up and Hair Styling: Takashi Ashizawa
Production Manager: Anne Verhallen
1st AC: Brenton Ayers
DIT: Jasmine Noronha
Camera Intern: Owise Abuzaid
Gaffer: Sergio Fernandez
Key Grip: Ben Davis
Grip: Levi Sherman
G&E Intern: Ambrose Carroll
Set Construction: Sirai Bucarelli & Jasmine Noronha
Production Assistant: Sirai Bucarelli, Jasmine Noronha, and Frédéric de Schonen
CONNECT:
LYRICS:
I caught a sermon on the mount of fairy hill
in a Mercury or a Lincoln, I can't see it
I was heaving on a handful of bitter pills
The rolling stone has landed, mankind's achievement
and I told a joke to a bum on school st in the winter
He quoted Shakespeare and pulled from his drank
'Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe'
then he ran off to go turn his crank
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
I played remorse and regret on weak frets
On mountain pawn credit dollar
i lost soldiers in there, holy man
If you see God tell it I want her
and i hid from big hands in a rec of a bathroom
6 micros in my nose, so i hear
echoes on space mountain further carry on the horror
bead lady amphetamine (queer)
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
I made clouds on wooden benches, son
In Wilson dead park fashion
there are ways and plans all out and for
but no one's put them into action
i made clay with sacred art students
played cards with drunk out bitches
i woke up dead couldn't feel my legs
am I in trousers jeans or britches
Stream "Red Trees and White Trashes":
CREDITS:
Director: Mafalda Millies
Director of Photography: Ryan Marie Helfant
Produced by: Chemistry Creative, Starecase, and Eliza Soros
Edit: Mafalda Millies & Eliza Soros
Production Design: Eliza Soros
Styling: Lucy Wright
Make-up and Hair Styling: Takashi Ashizawa
Production Manager: Anne Verhallen
1st AC: Brenton Ayers
DIT: Jasmine Noronha
Camera Intern: Owise Abuzaid
Gaffer: Sergio Fernandez
Key Grip: Ben Davis
Grip: Levi Sherman
G&E Intern: Ambrose Carroll
Set Construction: Sirai Bucarelli & Jasmine Noronha
Production Assistant: Sirai Bucarelli, Jasmine Noronha, and Frédéric de Schonen
CONNECT:
LYRICS:
I caught a sermon on the mount of fairy hill
in a Mercury or a Lincoln, I can't see it
I was heaving on a handful of bitter pills
The rolling stone has landed, mankind's achievement
and I told a joke to a bum on school st in the winter
He quoted Shakespeare and pulled from his drank
'Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe'
then he ran off to go turn his crank
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
I played remorse and regret on weak frets
On mountain pawn credit dollar
i lost soldiers in there, holy man
If you see God tell it I want her
and i hid from big hands in a rec of a bathroom
6 micros in my nose, so i hear
echoes on space mountain further carry on the horror
bead lady amphetamine (queer)
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
How fucked up have you got to be
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
to live a life like mine, a life like mine, a life like mine
I made clouds on wooden benches, son
In Wilson dead park fashion
there are ways and plans all out and for
but no one's put them into action
i made clay with sacred art students
played cards with drunk out bitches
i woke up dead couldn't feel my legs
am I in trousers jeans or britches
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