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HOTLINE - New single by BIRDSTONE Listen to HOTLINE on your streaming platform: Support BIRDSTONE: LYRICS : One more call to carry us back from the depth Hell I won't go ahead No more lies, no miracle, lights on the pinnacle No god to stop the fall For the black shirts, white hoods and leather boots They walk around all dressed in sharp suits But we know the medicine, smoke, flares & gasoline Anything to bring these fuckers down, low Leave no ground for the beast to grow Our darkest memories faded a long time ago No point to hold on no light to show Dawn, dawn it’s been so long Blindfolds to keep on a leash those who doubt Before the drought We’d find a way to hide A wall to crawl behind ? Someone to hold the line Hotline Just fire up the Moonshine Better call the Hotline Just fire up the Moonshine Wait a minute we radio silent Mothership got no pilot Get to the lifeboats, pack up the raincoats Suit up or drown Hold up Better be your hands, better be over Better be horns and barricades Strike back we the renegades Pick up the phone and just make the call For, so many years we’ve been set aside Now we claim We fight For what have been denied - Directed by Léa Largeau Director of Photography : Samuel Motte Dit Falisse Mixed & mastered by Thibault Chaumont at Deviant Lab Edited by Basile Chevalier-Coudrain Pyrotechnics by Sébastien Bridier Make up by Léa Largeau Costume assistant : Jeanne Besiat Special Thanks to : Besiat Familly All the phones owners Concept Audiovisuel Marietta - Thank you for watching. Birdstone © 2023
