F-POS // CLASSIC ft. Goldfang ft. Moody Beach (Official Music Video)

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00:00 Intro
1:14 Classic
4:25 End


// PERSONELL //
Director: Rhys Day
Cinematography: Tyson Perkins
Animation: Sam Clouston

Producers: F-POS
Editor: Rhys Day
Colour Grading: Matt Fez
Gaffer: Thomas Keyes
Grip: James Corrigan
Assistant DOP/Runner: Dakota Fischer
Assistant DOP: The Last Addition (Conor McLean)
Makeup: Holly Rose
Assistant Wardrobe: Octavia Spartels
Chicken Whisperer: Lauren Murchison

// ACTORS //
Goldfang
Moody Beach
The Red Ranger - Seamus Coyle
Moodys Business Associate: Hideyo Naka
White Chicken: Hennifer Lopez - In Loving Memory 2014 - 2021
Black Chicken: Chicki Minaj
Intro Voice Over: Hannah Rose-Altschwager

// MISC //
Intro Music: Dubb Riggs
Studio Location: Rancom St Studios - Botany
Burnt Amp Owner: Angus Rees
Film gear provided by Panavision

// AUDIO //
Classic written by F-POS
Produced by Dann Hume & F-POS
Mixed by Dann Hume
Vocals: Xing Xang Dog aka Big Boss aka Paddy Cornwall aka The Wolves Palatial Godsend
Vocals: Gold Fang
Vocals: Moody Beach
Backing Vocals: Matt Mason
Drums: Tom Cardy
All other instruments: Dr Köng aka Otacon aka Taras Hrubyj-Piper aka Beanz

// LYRICS //
I wasted all my magic, a tragic
My train fell off its matchstick,
we was massive
Went looking for a classic,
like my dad did
Got hooked fell cold on plastic,
like a soldier undone
Now looking onwards and over the hill
I was wrong then, and Ill do it again
A fat man sitting down won’t chase you
A sugar candy covered coward I wont allow it

If I describe you this godless dream
A golden hour of ecstasy
Cuz its not written in our destiny
I wanna be, I wanna be
If all I’ve given would bloom in sand
The world would know me for who I am
Maybe your soul would see all me
I wanna be, I wanna be

Im sicking 666 Im going down with the bricks
This aint no gangster sermon soul
I used to be a little lock stock
with a beast in a bottle
lemme break this down once more
I really gotta get a hold on this ima lose my grip
I want your smile turn sparkling gold
We lose hope we let got from the top like a belly flop
I got my snake eyes set on you