From the upcoming album ‘MOSS’ out September 23rd.
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the entire cast & crew involved in making Thérèse. To Goldie and the entire team at Mom + Pop records. To Michele, Blaine, and Jackie & Like mgmt for co-producing. To Maddie Browning for being an amazing executive producer. To Ben Lazar David for making a music video edit of Thérèse. To Elissabeth for letting us shoot in her backyard for 36 hours straight. To the good folks at Kodak who provided the 35 mm film.
CREDITS:
Director- Brady Corbet
Director of Photography- Trevor Tweeten
Producer- Maddie Browning
Co-Producer- Like Management
Label- Mom + Pop
Featuring:
Maya Hawke
Levon Hawke
Christina Leonardi
Natalie Shinnick
Scott Sweitzer
Celine Sutter
Ghazal
Thea Henry
Leah Scarpati
Queen-Tiye
Karoline
Khaya Cohen
Mackian Bauman
Jack LeGoff
Tomas Espinoza
Katrin Nugent
Kaia Martin
Scout Peterson
Taylor Rosen
Abi Lieff
Colorist- Damien van der Cruyssen
Editors- Chris Rand/ Kevin Birou
Stunts- Bobby McFarlane
Stunt Coordinator- Taylor Valentine Lupini
Intimacy Coordinator- Colleen Hughes
Grip- Scott Sweitzer
Gaffer- Gabriel Armstrong
1st AC- Robert Agulo
Choreographer- Natalie Shinnick
Casting- Christina Leonardi/ Natalie Shinnick
Production Coordinators- Christina Leonardi/ Natalie Shinnick
LYRICS:
I go to see Thérèse dreaming.
She’s stretching out her soar shoulder,
Leaning back, eyes closed, reaching up.
She is wishing she was older.
Dreaming of an appaloosa,
Saddled up, riding out of town.
Dreaming of a Shelby cobra,
Digging her tires in the ground.
Bleeding, bringing in a new year mess
Unaware of the stain on her dress
It’s tactless, its a test
It’s just Thérèse
It’s just Thérèse
That white kitten in the corner.
obscene! it really says it all.
The milk matches her underwear.
Take her down! get her off the wall!
She dreams of Marlon in Austin,
Their bodies tangled in a net.
She thinks of him every s’often
When she feels like a space cadet
She empathizes with your feelings
She’s more interested in the ceilings
It’s tactless it’s a test
It’s just Thérèse
It’s just Thérèse
She reminds me of memories.
Sleeping off the growing pains.
When we were sea anemones,
And spelling out each others names.
Whispering inside my red house,
While the adults were asleeping.
I guess Thérèse is just for me.
A quiet I keep on keeping.
Thérèse does not belong to you
The horses cars and cowboys do
It’s tactless
It’s a test
Its just Thérèse
Its just Thérèse
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