PUP - Matilda (Official Music Video)

PUP - Matilda (Official Music Video) with tags pup, toronto, punk rock, matilda, the unraveling of puptheband, puptheband, pup the band, morbid stuff, robot, robot writes a love song

Directed by Jefferson Dutton

Produced by Rob Hatch-Miller

Starring: Mike Mitchell, Michael Edwards, Willa Pitts, Leonora Pitts, David Garcia, Aristotle Acevedo

Director Of Photography: Stephen Tringali

Editor: Matt Mayer

Production Designer: Kris Saldana

Set Decorator: Caitlin Nunes

Production Manager: Arturo Corces

Hair & Make Up Artist: Danielle Haxton

Steadicam: Gio Barot

1st AC: Alexandra Cason

Gaffers: George Sugar, Giovanni Palacino

Key Grip: Nathan Trumbull

G&E Swing: Christopher Grajales

Colorist: Luke Cahill

Visual Effects: Justin Saraceno

Production Assistant: Matt Crouchley

Toronto Crew –

Director of Photography: Alex P. Smith

1st AC: Joshua Din

Lighting Tech: Don Kitchen

Lyrics:

Left in the corner collecting dust

Patiently waiting while my fingers rust

I was locked in the coffin case

Not even on display

As you fret my frets decay

You pick up your other and you strum away

I listen from the other room

Try to pull you out of tune

Thought I was everything you need

Thought at least you’d want to see this through

I was caught in between

Giving up and calling out to you

Am I coming through?

Now you don’t even write the chords down

You don’t even play me anyhow anymore

Now you just keep cranking them out

Like you’re trying to numb yourself

With all this work but it’s just not working out

George and his lover they gently weep

But I don’t even get to breathe

I hardly make a sound

I’m totally unwound, it’s like

All my flaws have become the things

That make you want to destroy something

And the reasons you started are lost

now that the feeling has worn off

Thought I was everything you need

Though at least you’d want to see this through

Your voice follows me

You sing perfectly out of tune

I thought we had more time

I thought I could make it up somehow

I try to weave between the lines

I try to turn myself up loud

Can you hear me now?

I’m just a different drug, something that you took for granted

Another love that you abandoned right when

It starts to count you don’t even write the chords down

You don’t even play me anyhow

Because it’s only work and it’s just not working out

Produced by Peter Katis and PUP

Recorded by Peter Katis and Greg Giorgio

Additional recording by Nestor Chumak and Kurt Leon

Assistant engineers: Erik Paulson, Jake Gray

Mixed by Peter Katis at Tarquin Studios

Mastered by Greg Calbi at Sterling Sound

Additional keyboards by Thomas Bartlett and Peter Katis

Written by PUP

PUP is: Stefan Babcock, Nestor Chumak, Zack Mykula, and Steve Sladkowski