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INEXPLICABLE by The Correspondents

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/ine... Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/3RICru... A Bad Baby Production, created by Christina Hardinge. Everything you see on screen has been achieved in-camera, using analogue techniques. Despite appearing black and white, the entire video is filmed in colour and does not use any CGI or digital compositing effects. Big thanks to Asa Taulbut and everyone at Hornsey Town Hall. CREW: Director - Christina Hardinge ( www.christinahardinge.com ) Producer - Bad Baby Productions ( www.badbabyproductions.co.uk ) Choreographer - Daisy Smith (www.daisysmith.co.uk) DOP & Editor - Andrew Burns Production Designer - Azalia Francis Costume Designer - Oliver Cronk Make-Up Designer - Shiv Ashman 1st AD - Mike Histon 2nd AD - Olympia Kappos Camera assistant - Harry O'Reilly Production assistant - Anya Kelly DANCERS: Maria Sousa Rachel Brennan Ed Hunter Eleanor Mackinder Daniel Santos Valerie Ebuwa Grace Sage For more from Bad Baby Productions: www.facebook.com/badbabyfilms www.twitter.com/badbabyfilms www.vimeo.com/badbabyfilms    / badbabyfilms   www.instagram.com/badbabyfilms LYRICS: CHORUS Inexplicably high Inexplicably low I think I know what I want but I don't know where to go And all the while it seems that I'm living in my dreams And not in the now No Not in the now. 1. When I was four I raised my finger to a moving car It crashed So I assumed I had a super power I didn't raise that finger until I was nine When a school boy attacked me for the 25th time. Down I went, my index still up So Convinced that he would just drop Powerless to make it stop 2. At 19 I still just about believed in god I guess That I was pretty late to shake it off Faulty magic whispered to the man who can mend I tricked myself in thinking he could cure my best friend. Two weeks in his insides gave up If drugs can't help why would words bring him luck Powerless to make it stop 3. Now My hands are pulling at the donkeys reigns I feel I've gone the wrong route down a dusty lane The grass could have been greener down the first road I took I'd give half my happiness just for one look My lust to win is eating me up A game I can't win up against my own clock And powerless to make it stop.