Sainted Millions by The Rumjacks off of their album, Hestia.
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Directed by : Mike Rivkees
DOP & Camera Op : Marco Cordaro
1st camera assistant : Jonas Ongaro
Production Manager : Gianluca Amendolara
Production assistant : Enrico Della Sala
Make Up : Maria Sole Di Troia
Location Manager : Borotalco
Location: Villa Beatrice Pontestura
Wardrobe : Lariula' Milano
Editor and Colorist : Mike Rivkees

Dancers : Gens D'ys - Accademia Danze Irlandesi
Perla Davide
Letizia Perin
Arianna Croce
Martina Poggioni

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LYRICS:

We are the sainted millions where the howling black birds fly
Hand in hand, we walk on through while the tracers pass us by
We are the tainted living on the piss stained old barstools
So raise a pint for those below who are singing beneath our shoes

Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know?
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone.
The writings on the granite read so trite and insincere.
What do ya feel ya missed about the dash between the years?

Well I would have laughed with a maniacal cry
At some of the things that lead to being kept awake at night

The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows

I wouldn't trade it for another
And I would do it all again
I would treat it like a lover
Runaway and take it by the hand

Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know
cut down by a bullet from the rifle of a foe
Stripped and stacked and piled and cleaned and lined up in a row
Packed upon a clipper ship and chucked into a hole

But it’s not the end that we need to revive
It’s your compatriots' remembrances that make you come alive

The more you see the more you grow
From Montreal to Tokyo
So ride the highs and take the lows

Sleeping sainted millions can you tell me what you know
Sing to me a song you wrote beneath your pile of stone
The questions never answered left a ringing in your ear
You walked around these haunted grounds a thousand times a year

The song in your head is a personified lie
There’s comfort in a bottle and there’s comfort in a sky

with all the time you’ll wash away
You’ll fall in line and joined the ranks
Of those who lived and died among their day

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