filmed by Natasha Heaszl

Choreographed by Devin Fulton

Edited by Lee Ordway

STROLLING SHOES is the first track from the new EP by ELLA HUE – MAGNET on @teamloverecords.

Out now everywhere: link here

LYRICS:

MY POCKETS ARE FEEDING MY STROLLING SHOES.

THE MENU OF SUGGESTIONS.

THE TRAY IS TALKING BACK TO ME.

THE SCREEN IS GIVING ME A CLUE.

A SIGN THAT FINDS MEANING IN ME.

THE LATCH IS HELPING ME WITH POTENTIAL BOUNDARIES.

THE WINDOW INSISTS I SLEEP.

TRY SLEEPING WITH MY CAN OF WORMS UNDER YOUR CUSHION.

TRY DOING PILLOW TALK WITH THE BOTTOM FEEDERS AND THE DECOMPOSERS.

ALWAYS PUSHING FOR SILENCE.

TRY BEING JUST A LITTLE LESS VIOLENT WITH MY WORDS ON YOUR BRAIN --

COVERING THE WHOLE CHARADE UNDER YOUR NAME, UNDER YOUR NAME.

TRY TO REST NEXT TO THE HARDEST WORKING LIVING BEING.

CRAWLIN’ AROUND YOUR LIVER AND YOUR SPLEEN.

TRYING TO KEEP CALM.

TRYING TO BE CLEAN.

TRY TO HUSH THE OBSESSIVE MYSTERY COCKATOO

AND BLOCKIN’ THE PSYCHOTIC FROM A PLAIN JANE.

WELL, IT’S A PRETTY NORMAL SITUATION

AND YOU’VE GOT ALL THE THINGS…

I MEAN, YOU LITERALLY HAVE THE COZY BED TO SLEEP IN,

AND A VERY FUNCTIONING ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD MAN!

YOU EVEN HAVE REALLY GOOD OUTLETS…

AND, HOT WATER

AND AN IRRIGATION FOR YOUR GARDEN.

YOUR ROOMMATE EVEN BUYS CAT FOOD

AND WHEN THEY PASS YOU THEY SAY ‘PARDON’.

SOMEONE YOU DON’T KNOW COMES AND PICKS UP YOUR TRASH AS A FAVOR --

SOMEBODY CHOSE TO DIG THE WELL FOR YOUR ALMOST FUNCTIONING AUTOMOBILE AS YOUR SAVIOR!

SO QUIT WHILE YOU ARE AHEAD!

YOU’RE NOT ACTUALLY EXISTING IN 77 PLACES AT ONCE

(EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW YOU REALLY ARE).

BUT YOU COULD KEEP THE WORMS FROM COMING OUT TONIGHT.

YOU HAVE THE CHOICE TO AVOID A SPAR.

SO JUST PRETEND THAT AT LEAST YOUR HYPERBOLIC EXTENSIONS,

YOUR EVER PRESENT INVENTIONS,

YOUR PHILANTHROPIC INTENTIONS,

YOUR SENTIMENTAL CONVENTIONS,

YOUR FAVORITE PROJECTIONS,

YOUR CAREFUL CONNECTIONS,

YOUR CONSUMPTIVE REJECTIONS,

YOUR ERUPTIVE PRODUCTIONS

WILL SPILL.

SPEW.

OF SPATTERED TATTERED WORN AND BATTERED --

CHASING TAILS OF MOTHS TO THE LIGHT.

YOU KNOW YOUR FLIGHT.

YOUR FORGOTTEN SLEEP.

FUCK THE WEEK!

YOUR SALES AIN’T BLEAK.

YOU’RE JUST ANGRY WITH THE CALENDAR --

FEEDING FAWNS A BUNCH OF SALAMANDERS.

NOW YOU’VE LOST YOUR COOL.

DON’T BE ANGRY.

BE A SAILOR.

NEVER BORED OF CHOOSING WIND, UN-MINDING LIMITS.