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ttps://www.tiktok.com/@mothermothermusic Twitter:https://twitter.com/mothermother Instagram: https://instagram.com/mothermothermusic Website: https://www.mothermothersite.com/ #MotherMother #SickOfTheSilence Directed by Lester Lyons-Hookham Produced by Jessie Anthony Dir. of Photography Bryn McCashin Production Designer Rowan Landaiche Production Coordinator Nyla Carpentier Assistant Director Andrea Nirmala Widjajanto PA Sharmaine Flores Art Assistant Garnet Tyler 1st AC Chris Smith 2nd AC Sam Barringer Steadicam Jan Schaedle Ubeda Key Grip Yannie Yu Grip/LX Andrew Yung Gaffer Greg Goudreau Edit & VFX C’est La Vid Colourist Sam Gilling Pass Through Productions, MMXXI Directed by Lester Lyons-Hookham Produced by Jessie Anthony Dir. of Photography Bryn McCashin Production Designer Rowan Landaiche Production Coordinator Nyla Carpentier Assistant Director Andrea Nirmala Widjajanto PA Sharmaine Flores Art Assistant Garnet Tyler 1st AC Chris Smith 2nd AC Sam Barringer Steadicam Jan Schaedle Ubeda Key Grip Yannie Yu Grip/LX Andrew Yung Gaffer Greg Goudreau Edit & VFX C’est La Vid Colourist Sam Gilling Pass Through Productions, MMXXI LYRICS: (Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence) When I shut my eyes it’s a big commotion And when I close the blinds there’s a mouth that opens It says look at your life, sucker, you’re just floating I say fa-la-la-la motherfucker I’m not listening Oh no, no Oh no, no cuz I’m so Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence I get so sa-la-la-la sick of the silence Because I’m terri-la-la-la-fied of what’s inside of it Yeah, I get so sa-la-la-la-la-la sick of the slience That I have to, that I have to just scream I don’t wanna to hear what’s deep inside of me And so I wrap my head around a holy mantra I’m thinking, “oh my god” what a chatty creature It just kept talking and a-talking and a-talking All around in a circle I said, “hey little guy I think it’s time to go now” Let it go now, let it go cuz I’m so Sa-la-la-la sick of the silence I get so sa-la-la-la sick I feel violent Because I’m terri-la-la-la-fied of what’s inside of it Yeah, I get so sa-la-la-la-la-la sick of the slience That I have to, that I have to just scream For I fear to hear what’s deep inside of me Oh I scream I don’t wanna to know what’s buried underneath That’s why I’m sa-la-la-la sick of the silence