HMLTD - Wyrmlands

Pre-order our new album The Worm: Listen to “Wyrmlands“: Follow HMLTD: Credits: Director - Henry Spychalski Producer - Joe Hunt Director of Photography - Benjamin Leggett Production Designer - Sonya Bleiph Editor - Ella Turner-Bridger Costume Stylist - Luca Wowczyna Make Up Artist - Sophie Gouk Movement Director - Hannah Mason Cast Young Henry - Cameron Davies Peasant 1 - Charlie Jimenez Peasant 2 - Michael Cotter Peasant 3 - Hazel Bannister Dancer - Hannah Mason Wrestler 1 - Tiger Nicholson Wrestler 2 - Fleming Mason The Grunter Rebels - HMLTD: Henry of Wyrmlands - Henry Spychalski Duc of Wyrmlands - Duc Peterman Achilleas of Wyrmlands - Achilleas Sarantaris Seth of Wyrmlands - Seth Evans Nico of Wyrmlands - Nicolas Mohnblatt Production Production co-ordinator - Maxine Latinis Production assistant - Kristina Gulalieva Cameron Davies’ chaperone - Luiza Davies Art Director - Austeja Gokaite Set Dresser - Leon Cairo Set Dresser - Fleur Bloemsman Art Trainee - My-Anna Frieh Art Trainee - Masha Rryabova Steadicam - Austin Phillips 1st AC - Arie Priede 2nd AC - Tara Bulten Camera Trainee - Sultan Gaffer - Atikah Zainidi Spark - Laura Salagnac Spark - Louise Baisle Costume assistant - Mei Cheng Band Costume Designers: Per Götesson Nazifa Begum Drop Dead Marshall James Seeing Red Freyja Newsome Jonty Mellman Daniel Fabara Eduardo Moreira Lily Teiger Prosthetics makeup artist - Charlie Jiminez Visual effects - Ella Turner-Bridger Colour grader - John O’Riordan @ Pundersons Gardens Location - Go 4 Locations (G1500) Catering - Eastern Bloc Peckham Special Thanks to Camden Costumes. Lyrics: The Worm is here! ~ This is Wyrmlands Population: you Worm Country This time I know things are ‘gonna get bad Grab the women, make them make fast To the tunnels with the children and the rats This time I know things are ‘gonna be worse Than the last time when they caught us At St. Pancras, with our pants down, acting ‘sus Remy talked just like the others And Tommy was the undercover Some men are strong, some men are weak The more they look, the less they see: Livestock hanging from the cranes Dancing dogs that talk like men Talking of their higher needs A woman’s touch, a vulture’s beak I am god, a child Cut by his own hands With a scythe of rib From the great Worm of our lands This is Wyrmlands! The ground just fell beneath my feet And there I was, amongst the worms I watched them as they fucked each other In the mud And it felt just like looking in the mirror For the first time in my life I knew what I was and I cried Why am I pink?! Why am I blind?! Why do I writhe inside this body?! Oh! But if my childhood me Would bear a grudge For the man I grew up to be Kill him - he knows too much This is Wyrmlands motherfucker! And we don’t do that shit round here Not back in Wyrmlands - Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs An Aa’ll tell ye’s aall an aaful story Whisht! Lads, haad yor gobs An’ Aa’ll tell ye ’boot the Worm