Bleachers - Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call (Official Music Video)

“Merry Christmas, Please Don’t Call” by Bleachers is out now everywhere: https://bleachers.ffm.to/mcpdc

"it's finally happened. finally here in full after popping its head out here and there for years. from tac talent shows to acoustic moments it's been wanting to come alive. here it is. for everyone who experiences the holidays as a time to clean out those who have done you wrong."

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CREDITS Director: Clare Gillen Executive Producer: Emily Hillgren DP: Connor Ellmann Dancer: Erin Murray AD: Dylan McGale Production Manager: Ben Weinswig Gaffer: Ezra Robinson Key Grip: Brad Powers Electric: Jackson Mach Electric: Yorgo Tzoytzoyrakos Grip: Valfrie Tabian Jr. Production Designer: Natalie Falt SFX: Salvador Venegas

Art Director/Lead Man: Roman Salcedo Set Dresser: Thomas Lewinski Art PA: Caleb Lanier PA: Carlo Roselli PA: Alexa Casale PA: Alex Gutierrez-Kovner

LYRICS To the tempo of your uptight Is the flicker of a street light You know this moment don’t ya

And time is strangely calm now ‘Cause everybody’s gone it’s Just you and your anger

Oh golden boy don’t act like you were kind You were mine but you were awful every time

So don’t tell them what you told me Don’t hold me like you know me I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow Running through the halls of your haunted home And the toughest part is that we both know What to happened to you Why you’re out on your own Merry Christmas, please don’t call

You really left me on the line kid Holding all your baggage You know I’m not your father Who says welcome to your uptight While it flickers like a street light He flickers through your damage

Oh golden boy you shined a light on our home And at your best you were magic we were sold but don’t tell em what you told me Don’t even tell em that you know me I would rather burn forever

But you should know that I died slow Running through the halls of your haunted home And the toughest part is that we both know What happened to you Why you’re out on your own Merry Christmas, please don’t call

One ticket out of your heavy gaze I want one ticket off of your carousel I want one ticket out of your heavy gaze I want one ticket off of your carousel

But you should know that I die slow Running through the halls of your haunted home And the toughest part is that we both know What happened to you Why you’re out on your own Merry Christmas, please don’t call Merry Christmas I’m not yours at all Merry Christmas Please don’t call me

Please don’t call me Please don’t call me Please don’t call me