DESCRIPTION:
The official music video for "The French Diaries" by GRAND BAIN.
Two-track EP available on iTunes here --* http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-french-diaries-single/id1152636825

A song about societal disconnect in Paris, France.

Starring Liam Haynes
Produced by GRAND BAIN
Directed and Edited by Erica von Trapp
Director of Photography Nate McLean
Color Grading and Correction by Jamieson Montgomery & Jemma Lee

Song produced by GRAND BAIN & Antonin Boisadan (of Dani Terreur)
Recorded in Stakato Studio, Paris, France
Mixed by Jules de Gasperis
Mastered by Brian Lucey

THE FRENCH DIARIES

I’ve been inviting you,
You never show,
This concrete cover is getting old.
You talked about risk in class
it seemed exotic.

The signal’s cutting fast
‘cause her hair is deep.
With shoes so polished
come walk with me.
We couldn’t smile at the door,
it’d seem neurotic.

You skim through twisted shots
with all your new flings.
‘Cause it takes so much time
to talk about real things.
See, I’m running through the sky,
it’s special blue.

-riff-

Take me back to the shallow ground
where things are pretty and it’s not sound.
I’m six feet under the waves and
alone, alone, alone.

We’re colorblind ’til the gun is drawn,
His head dives in electric thought,
I’m six feet under the waves
it’s six feet down to where you stand.

-ref-
Baby it’s,
Baby it’s getting you down,
’til you can’t let this whimper.
Tryin’ to send it far out from the doubt.
Diving down until you’re back,
Different tones will come out of black.

-riff-

I’ve been inviting you,
You never show,
With social graces you’re getting old,
The seeds are turning into plants,
While six different signals run through my head.

You skim your time to call yourself a king,
‘Cause it makes so much noise to talk about real things.
I’m six feet under the waves,
It’s six feet down to where you stand.

-ref-
Baby it’s,
Baby it’s getting you down,
’til you can’t let this whimper.
Tryin’ to send it far out from the doubt.
Diving down until you’re back,
Different tones will come out of black.

-bridge-

And I’ll give it away,
And I’ll give it away,
Alone, alone, alone.

And I’ll give it away.

Don’t let me give it away,
Alone, alone, alone.