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Our newest single 'The Talker' is out now on PIAS. Stream 'The Talker' - #whisperingsons #thetalker #newmusic CONNECT with Whispering Sons Website - Newsletter - Facebook - Instagram - Twitter - CREDITS Directed by: Heleen Declercq Assistant director: Jerina Devolder Production company: Union Call Producer: Romain Habousha Production assistant: Ophelie Thibaut Director of Photography: Kamiel Doens 1st Camera Assistant: Romain Roobaert 2nd Camera Assistant: Pablo Cabello 3rd Camera Assistant: Nicolas Vielle Gaffer : Pieter-Jan Donckels Spark: Lucas Marbach Spark: Loïc Dewandeler Spark: Anouck Hasaers Key Grip: Tim Roels Grip: Viktor Verbeeck Grip: Matthijs Van Den Berg Scaffold builders: Steigerwerk Scaffold supervisor: Anton Descheemaecker Creative Direction: Charlotte Verplancke (Kader Meraki) Set Dresser: Marthe Hespel Set Dresser Assistant: Alice Van Der Vorst Styling: Vincent Van Laeken Styling Assistant: Cynthia De Blander Make Up: Sirine Srijettanont Make Up: Aoife Dewandeleer Fx: Blue Fx Film Car Rig & Stunt: Alexandra Brixy & Saskia Luft Sfx: Moviefx Sfx Supervisor: Toon Sintobin Sfx: Bert Depoortere Sfx: Cis Deman Location Manager: Adrien Leonard Location Manager Assistant: Luca De Taeye Location Manager Assistant: Marco Levy Editing: Ward Geerts Colograding: Kene Illegems Sound Design: Diego Wunsch Choreographer: Astrid De Haes Dancers : Victoria Rose Roy, Rita Alves, Kaat De Bakker, Miroslav Kochánek, Eva Galmel, Philomène Jander, Laure Dietrich, Louis Siegert, Adrian Pietari Thanks To: Dufour Group, Vandekerkhove Coffee (Gent), Eric Didden, Sarah Vanden Bulcke, Lucinde Wahlen, Benjamin Speyer, Watts, Kgs, Cam , Sabam for Culture, Playright LYRICS “You’ve never been much of a talker” Thank you for sparing me the shame Because every time I try to speak The attempt deforms my face You see, it’s not very pretty You shoved these words into my mouth And now they keep on dripping over the sides I try to wipe them with my sleeves It sticks like filth to my cheeks I’ve got this pile of identities But I like the one you gave me best I guess I’ll keep it as a souvenir While I get rid of all the rest You shoved these words into my mouth And I chewed them down then spit them out Like bite-sized syllables with a lack of meaning You shove these words into my mouth And I keep on chewing until they sound A bit more like mine It never speaks And if it speaks It speaks in fear “You’ve never been much of a talker” Thank you for sparing me the shame Because every time I try to speak The attempt deforms my face You shoved these words into my mouth And I chewed them down then spit them out Like bite-sized syllables with a lack of meaning You shove these words into my mouth And I keep on chewing until they sound A bit more like mine It never speaks And if it speaks It speaks in fear
