Helena Deland - The Animals
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 Published On Oct 12, 2023

Helena Deland's new album, “Goodnight Summerland”, is now out everywhere.
https://helenadeland.com/linktree

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Video:

Starring Helena Deland & Isaac Healy

Directed by Romain F. Dubois
Produced by Zion Saffer
Production Director: Joshua Rosenbaum
Production Coordinator: Jeremy Gribbin
Production Company: Neuf Cinq Films

Set Design: Mico Mazza
Stylist: Constance Chamberland
Cinematography by Ménad Kesraoui
1st AC: Arturo Fransolet
2nd AC: Geoff Mccaldin
Key Grip: Lucas Navennec
Gaffer: Eric Proulx
Swing: Maxime Fréchette
Make-up Artist: Arianne Tremblay
Production Assistant: Evan Baird
VFX: Jordan Lavery
Color: Jérôme Cloutier
Picture Car: Alexandre Bertomeu

Special thanks to Mels, Mels Post Production, CRCS St-Zotique, Dominic Bolduc, Route des Gerbes d'Angelica, Michel Bolduc, Consulat, Aaron Rosenbaum, Arthur Pronier, Ilyaa, Kevin, Marco, Mérédith & Robin.

Music:
Written by Helena Deland
Voice, guitar: Helena Deland
Guitar: Alexandre Larin
Organ, piano, clarinet: Sam Evian
Drums: Booker Stardrum
Engineered by Sam Evian
Produced by Sam Evian, Helena Deland
Mixed by Sam Evian
Mastered by Heba Kadry

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We went up the mountain
Last Friday night
All of the animals
Were out in plain sight
They didn’t bid us to follow them
They didn’t hiss us away
No, to us, my love
They had nothing to say

And while you saw the tremor
And you saw the wings
You saw the glistening white teeth
I was busy with things in my mind
Things that I tend to
As though to survive

I’m not proud I was asking you
Do you dim yourself down?
Do you say terrible things about me
When I’m not around?
You sweep a hand through the clearing
Say can’t you see?
There ain’t anything threatening you here
Least of all me

Put your life on the easel
There, right next to mine
We ain’t living like weasels
We don’t have the time, never will
All of the creatures made for the dark woods
Whooping, that’s what I heard
What if the easel fell over
And the paintings were burned to a crisp?

Nights like these I can’t quite tell
A fear from a wish

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