Maya Hawke - Thérèse (Official Music Video)

Listen / Buy ’MOSS’: Listen / Buy Thérèse: Subscribe to my YouTube Channel: Follow Maya Hawke: Website: Instagram: Facebook: Twitter: Spotify: Apple Music: Soundcloud: Thanks to: the entire cast & crew involved in making Thérèse. To Goldie and the entire team at Mom Pop records. To Michele, Jackie, and Blaine & Like mgmt for co-producing. To Maddie Browning for being an amazing executive producer. To Benjamin Lazar Davis for making a music video edit of Thérèse. To Elissabeth for letting us shoot in her backyard for 36 hours straight. To the good folks at Kodak who provided the 35 mm film. CREDITS: Director- Brady Corbet Director of Photography- Trevor Tweeten Producer- Maddie Browning Co-Producer- Like Management Label- Mom Pop Featuring: Maya Hawke Levon Hawke Christina Leonardi Natalie Shinnick Scott Sweitzer Celine Sutter Ghazal Thea Henry Leah Scarpati Queen-Tiye Karoline Khaya Cohen Mackian Bauman Jack LeGoff Tomas Espinoza Katrin Nugent Kaia Martin Scout Peterson Taylor Rosen Abi Lieff Colorist- Damien van der Cruyssen Editors- Chris Rand/ Kevin Birou Stunts- Bobby McFarlane Stunt Coordinator- Taylor Valentine Lupini Intimacy Coordinator- Colleen Hughes Grip- Scott Sweitzer Gaffer- Gabriel Armstrong 1st AC- Robert Agulo Choreographer- Natalie Shinnick Casting- Christina Leonardi/ Natalie Shinnick Production Coordinators- Christina Leonardi/ Natalie Shinnick/Jacqueline Resnik LYRICS: I go to see Thérèse dreaming. She’s stretching out her soar shoulder, Leaning back, eyes closed, reaching up. She is wishing she was older. Dreaming of an appaloosa, Saddled up, riding out of town. Dreaming of a Shelby cobra, Digging her tires in the ground. Bleeding, bringing in a new year mess Unaware of the stain on her dress It’s tactless, its a test It’s just Thérèse It’s just Thérèse That white kitten in the corner. obscene! it really says it all. The milk matches her underwear. Take her down! get her off the wall! She dreams of Marlon in Austin, Their bodies tangled in a net. She thinks of him every s’often When she feels like a space cadet She empathizes with your feelings She’s more interested in the ceilings It’s tactless it’s a test It’s just Thérèse It’s just Thérèse She reminds me of memories. Sleeping off the growing pains. When we were sea anemones, And spelling out each others names. Whispering inside my red house, While the adults were asleeping. I guess Thérèse is just for me. A quiet I keep on keeping. Thérèse does not belong to you The horses cars and cowboys do It’s tactless It’s a test Its just Thérèse Its just Thérèse