Willow Kayne - White City (Official Video)

Willow Kayne - White City (Official Video)
Listen/Download here: https://willowkayne.lnk.to/whitecity

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Video Commissioner: Michael Lewin
Production Company: Common People Films
Directors: Tommy Davis & Willow Kayne
Executive Producer: Ramy Dance
Producer off site: Jake River Parker
Line Producer off site: Rowan Mackintosh King
Production Manager: Aidan Brooks
1st AD: Kitty Rajakulasingam
2nd AD: Kwesi McLeod
DOP: Toby Leary
1st AC Focus Puller: Eyyaz Chishty
2nd AC Loader: Josh Higgings
Camera Trainee: Flyn Dennison
Steadicam Operator: Devan Clarke
DIT: Shahidul Khan
Gaffer: Massimo Filippi
Spark: Charlie Ring
MUA: Emma Gandolfo
Hair Stylist: Anastasia Stylianou
Stylist: Suzie Walsh
Art director: Bronte Carter
Production Assistant: Maddy Williams
Runner: Tijan Sow
Runner: Declan Gale
Runner/Driver: Jack Freeman
Runner/Driver: Sam Harvey

Catering: Sands Catering

VFX Studio: Artistbuilding Studio

Artistbuilding Studio Team:
Shivam Solanki
Yash Agrawal
Mo. Taukeer Saudagar

3D VFX Artist: Rumah Sakit (Hati Mas)
Edit: Callum Pearson
Grade: Dominic Phipps
Colour Producer: Chris Anthony

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Lyrics
The clouds are grey in white city
Pathetic fallacy theory
I still see the beauty, pretty
But everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine

X2

each of us is out here for ourselves
Each of us is out here for ourselves
The queen will be fine but god save the rest of us

People live and die its heaven hell
People live and die its heaven hell
The queen will be fine but god save the rest of us

everything’s polluted
Even my brain sometimes

some days it’s rose tinted
But I think here it’s required
UGH!

the clouds are grey in white city
Pathetic fallacy theory
I still see the beauty, pretty
Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine

X2

I’ve got a different view to the 45th level
Streets filled with strangers with their own stories
higher you’re flying you’ll come closer to seeing devils
Concrete jungle never gets boring

They don’t know me I don’t know them that’s just the way the cookie crumbles
I wonder if we’ll ever meet when we’re all 6 foot under
I wonder bout the people who’ve had stories just built over
I guess that’s how it goes now that

everything’s polluted
Even my brain sometimes
Some days it’s rose tinted
But I think here it’s required
UGH!

the clouds are grey in white city
Pathetic fallacy theory
I still see the beauty, pretty
Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine

X2

Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine
Seeing a different sunshine

X4

the clouds are grey in white city
Pathetic fallacy theory
I still see the beauty, pretty
Everyone in the place is seeing a different sunshine

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