Moriarty's cousin Mick Strauss is up to no good in his first music video / on Moriarty's label Air Rytmo. Sometimes IT hurts more at night.
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Mick Strauss - At night when it hurts
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Taken from the forthcoming album "Southern Wave"
Produced by Elodie Imbeau for Air Rytmo BZH
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Written by Gaël Lépingle and Mick Strauss
Directed by Gaël Lépingle
Filmed by Michaël Blin and Safia Benhaïm
Editing by Safia Benhaïm
Color-Grading by Clément Le Penven
Assistant Director : Liza Guillamot
Lights : Iannis Japiot
Make up : Celia Best
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With :
Rowen Berrou
Brendan De Roeck
Jennifer Hutt
Mick Strauss
Vincent Talpaert
at
La Villa de la Marne, Lorient

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"At night when it hurts"
Written by Mick Strauss
Produced and mixed by Vincent Taurelle with Mick Strauss
Performed by Rowen Berrou (drums) Jennifer E. Hutt (lead vocal, synths) Mick Strauss (lead vocal, guitars, flute) Vincent Talpaert (bass), Vincent Taurelle (synths, drum machine)
Recorded @ Black Box Studio by Peter Deimel and Vincent Taurelle
Additional Recordings by Julien Levu at Pointe du Millier Studio

Lyrics :

Hit you with a chill
Hurricane wind crawlin in your home
Through the windowsill
She was waiting for you
In a place where you were not
10.000 miles with suffering hearts

She wrote gentle words
Outside on the deck
At night when it hurts
She never pressed send
Everything unexplained
Their love was blurred
And I'm running around
With my head in my hand
Running around
With my head in my hand
Running around
With my head in my hand

Some bills feel fake
Some stones grow cold
Some songs sound wrong
For heaven's sake
we're doing the things
We thought that we would never do
We're saying the things we thought that
We would never say

Hit me with the bill
I don't remember my name
Since you crawled into me
It's never been the same
Some drives take long
Some pomes ring strong
Some words can't say
What's there in your heart
And I'm running around
With my head in my hand
Running around
With my head in my hand

People hang them up their boxing gloves
They give it up to the high above
Hit me with a chill
I don’t remember my name
Since you crawling to me
It’s never been the same

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