Ghostwriter - Selve (Official Video)

The official music video for Selve - Ghostwriter

Writer and Director: Alethea Beetson
A Film By: Blak Social
Producers: Loki Liddle, Alethea Beetson
DOP: Lucas Tomoana
Production Designer: Sam Harrison
Head of Costumes: Maih Porfyri
Hair + Make Up: Sarah Taylor + Brooke Cavanagh
Assistant Director: Josh Tate
Production Manager: Josh Tate
Editor: Josh Tate
Colourist: The Colour Suite, Kali Bateman, Emily Reid
VFX: Kali Bateman
1st AC: Rachel Sieger
Gaffer: Richard Boniface
Production Adviser: Dhurali Mob
Production Assistants: Lenesha Duncan, Egan Southwell, Rae Choi, Deyah Lotoaniu, Nayana Kiernan
Artworks by: Richard Bell, Sam Harrison

CAST
Loki Liddle
Perry Mooney
Tibian Wyles
Ethan Enoch
Selve

Full Credits:

Music by: Selve
Produced, mixed and engineered by: Simon Benesch

This project was supported by the Queensland Government through the Regional Arts Development Fund (RADF) and the Queensland Arts Showcase Program (QASP) as part of Blak Social's project: Blak Narrative Music Videos: Volume One.

Ghostwriter
(Lyrics - Loki Liddle)

“Well you were finishing your novel
In that dodgy motel room
When the gunshot went off next door
And broke into the gloom

In the middle of the desert
Brakelights screeching out of view
When you turned and saw the man who just got shot
Looked just like you

I’m ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding from nobody
Im ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding in your body

I’m ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding from nobody
Im ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding from nobody now

See that neon man
Go shooting through the sky
He’s the author of the moment
That became me when I died

And he just murdered all your neo-shamans
Now your kicked out of the garden
God smokes in the void she mastered
Guess your time is done you bastard

I’m ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding from nobody
Im ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding in your body
I’m ghostwriting

Sliding
Hiding from nobody
Im ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding from nobody now

Well I called you from the payphone
To win your nobel prize
Stole it from Bob Dylan man
And sprayed it in your eyes
Its a fucking royal rumble
With all Carl Jung’s archetypes
See shakespeare’s sonnets on the ropes
About to 619
Well you look like Ziggy Stardust
And you save like Jesus Christ
But you’re no good in the bedroom
I just found out from your wife
In that aforementioned fit of pleasure
Sent my devils out together
Playing with the secret treasure
Writhing in the architecture
Presidents of parliaments
And origami vatican's
Hiding like they're harlequins
And moulding us like mannequins
Master maya let us in
The holy blood is in his pen
Zeitgeist dying perfect timing
When you find me i’ll be

ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding from nobody
Im ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding in your body
I’m ghostwriting

Sliding
Hiding from nobody
Im ghostwriting
Sliding
Hiding from nobody now”