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Sondre Lerche - SERENADING IN THE TRENCHES (Official Music Video)

From the new album PLEASURE. To order the album Pleasure CD or LP, with digital download, including the exclusive bonus track Theme From 'Pleasure', go to http://www.sondrelerche.com Stream/download PLEASURE and my other stuff here: Spotify: http://bit.ly/2mbK0hk Bandcamp: http://bit.ly/2lXPCss Tidal: http://bit.ly/2mI3vf5 iTunes: http://apple.co/2mNTLiM Deezer: http://bit.ly/2lBzzjS Subscribe to my YouTube channel: http://bit.ly/2iMHzzz Follow me on... Facebook:   / sondrelerche   Twitter:   / sondrelerche   Instagram:   / sondrelerche   For concert tickets, mailing list, free tracks and more visit http://sondrelerche.com On PLEASURE: "Thrilling and supremely confident” Paste Magazine (8.2 out of 10) “A brilliant sonic reboot” Allmusic (4 stars out of 5) "Lerche's finest work since his debut” Under The Radar (8 stars out of 10) "The beauty of Pleasure's vintage danceteria lies in its sharp 21st-century focus and Lerche's consistently reliable songwriting skills” Magnet, 8 stars out of 10 "Pleasure‘s success comes in riding the tension between desire and achieving one’s desire, of the thrill of the chase doing its best to avoid the finality of fulfillment" Popmatters, (8 out of 10) -- Director / editor: Evan Savitt DP: Zach Sullivan HMU: Rachel Estabrook Production Designer: Emily Ecoiffier Choreography: Ellenore Scott Featuring David Heilman, Gabrielle Sibeko, Tori Pierce and Kaori Hiwasa. SERENADING IN THE TRENCHES Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time and you were biding your time and you were biding your time Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot Shed all my luggage, all your fuck-me-boots Cute as a button on a wounded high horse Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall Blindfolded, eager to give into the fall Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind Sink into the quicksand, making up for lost time Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna pretend we’re dead Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna make love in stead Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence Bled out from paper cuts all over the news Softened the bruises with a one-sided truce Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embrace Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelf Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on me Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna pretend we’re dead Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna make love in stead Cute-ass casualties, uh, clueless come-ons Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence Oh what a beautiful boy child Oh boy, the man of my dreams Oh what a big boy, what a boy child Oh man, oh boy, what a dream Oh boy, you’re preaching to the wrong choir I know what’s up, my time is up I know what’s up, my time is up