Old Friend by Lemoncello

Directed by Laura Quirke
Produced by Claire Kinsella
Cinematography by David Willis
Production Design by Ben Harte
Styling by Ben Harte with pieces from @sarahcainedesign & @lootdublin vintage archive
Assistant Director - Eilis Doherty
Camera Assistant - Shane Henegan
Production Assistant Cormac Lawlor
Edited by Laura Quirke
Colourist - David Willis
Hair and Makeup by Olena Huliaieva
Shot in Studio 14, Dublin.


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Lyrics:

I know you so well
I don’t know you anymore
I don’t ask
The questions I did before
But you don’t ask me either
This isn’t a one way thing
The air is thick with history friend
Leaves no room for being

And I see you in the company
Of others these days
And you sparkle like the rain
Something happens
When it's just the two of us
And it’s hard to explain
But sometimes the light hits us
At just the right angle
And we laugh like the old days
I love how you’ve stayed by side
I’ll love you always

My mother helped me up
And I barely even noticed
My brothers helped me up
And I left them with bruises
My lovers helped me up
And I took them for granted
But a stranger helps me up
And I send her flowers

Old friend
Let’s pretend
That we’re strangers again
Old friend
Let’s pretend
That we’re strangers again

Too much time spent
In the same background
I don’t notice the changes
I tend to mirror the faces
I see around
I don’t know who my own is
And I can feel myself fading
Into the walls around you
I know that my shine
Is turning to rust
But I believe in beginnings
As I believe in endings
Coming ‘round again
As they must
They must

My mother helped me up
And I barely even noticed
My brothers helped me up
And I left them with bruises
My lovers helped me up
And I took them for granted
But a stranger helps me up
And I send her flowers

Old friend
Let’s pretend
That we’re strangers again
Old friend
Let’s pretend
That we’re strangers again

A blank canvas
A white page
A field so free
The forest of trees
Before the field came to be
The freedom
Of darkness and mystery
I want to give you my eyes
Without what lies beneath
I wipe your face
From my memory
And your beauty inspires me
I wipe your voice
From my memory
And your jokes surprise me
No obligatory politeness
No more canned laughter
I’ll Listen as if silence
Lay forever after
Forever after

Old friend
Let’s pretend
That we’re strangers again
Old friend
Let’s pretend
That we’re strangers again


Recorded on 2” tape in Analogue Catalogue by Julie McLarnon Mixed by Julie McLarnon
Mastered by Karl Odlum