#amg3

Have you got colour in your cheeks? D’ya ever get that fear that you can’t shift the type that sticks around like summat in ya teeth. The girl mimes along to the song, seemingly uninterested in what’s going on around her, still taking the occasional drag of her cigarette. Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you’re in deep? I dreamt about you nearly every night this week. As she continues to mime, one by one the males around her begin to notice her, glancing towards her, then finding it impossible to take their eyes off her. But as before, she remains uninterested, unfazed by their stares. How many secrets can you keep? Cause there’s this tune I’ve found that makes me think of you somehow. And I play it on repeat, until I fall asleep spilling drinks on my settee. She stands herself up, throwing her cigarette to the floor, and she begins walking towards the camera. All the males surrounding her follow, eyeing her up. (Do I wanna know?) The men mime the higher background vocals of the song. If this feeling flows both ways. The girl continues to mime along to Alex Turners voice. She sets off walking as the camera moves backwards, staying locked on her as it tracks back through the rooms it travelled through at the beginning of the song. (Sad to see you go.) Other males spot her as she walks through the bar, and begin to mime along with the original males, spotting her and following her as she walks, admiring her body in the skin tight, black onesie. Sorta hoping that you’d stay. More and more males begin to follow her, biting their lips and rubbing their hands. But she still takes no notice. (Baby we both know.) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day. She stops dead in her tracks, as the camera spins around, revealing a room full of males, some fighting, some drinking, some dancing. The camera scans around different areas of the room in slow motion, showing different men. Blood and alcohol is shown spilling around the room, glistening under the beaming lights that stream throughout the gigantic space, which is full to the brim with men. This continues throughout the chorus. Crawling back to you. Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? Cause I always do. Maybe I’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I thought it through. Crawling back to you. The camera angle quickly changes to a panoramic view of the room, revealing the girl stood central, looking towards the camera. So have you got the guts? The girl ticks her hips twice in time with the bass, and the focus of a couples of the men around her is taken from the brawls, and back to her. Been wondering if your hearts still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts. A man puts his hand on her hip, but she thrusts her hips to the side with force to the bass, knocking his hand off her as he withdraws himself, as though her touch burnt him. Simmer down and pucker up. She smacks her lips. I’m sorry to interrupt it’s just I’m constantly on the cusp(Of try) ing to kiss you. Now every male in the shot is focused on her as she moves her hips seductively to the music, still miming along. But none of them are too close to her; they keep a distance, watching her, as though threatened, but admiring her. I don’t know if you feel the same as I (do.) As they all mime to the word ‘do’, the girl parts her legs, throwing her head backwards and grabbing her crotch, showing the lines of her body as the men jolt away from her after the sudden movement. She brings her gaze back to the camera, moving her hand and placing it on her hip, moving them once more. But we could be together if you wanted to. The men finally pluck up the courage to near her again. (Do I wanna know.) If this feeling flows both ways. (Sad to see you go.) Was sort of hoping that you’d stay. (Baby we both know.) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day. Crawling back to you. The camera starts to span above crowd, looking down to the room packed full of men from a birds eyes view, scanning over the crowd as they continue the usual brawls. Ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few?Cause I always do. Maybe I’m tooBusy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I thought it through. Crawling back to you. The camera lands on the other side of the room, where the girl appears to already be stood as the camera goes back into a panoramic view. She now seems totally lost in the music, tranced by it as she dances seductively, still untouched by the men around her who stare longingly. (Do I wanna know?) She closes her eyes and looks totally trapped in pleasure as she runs her hand down her own cheek. If this feeling flows both ways. She begins to move her hand down her body, swaying in time with the heavy guitars. These kind of actions continue until the end of the song. (Sad to see you go.) Was sort of hoping that you’d stay. (Baby we both know.) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day. (Do I wanna know?) Too busy being yours to fall. (Sad to see you go.) Ever thought of calling darling? (Do I wanna know?) Do you want me crawling back to you? As the final guitar riffs play out, the men finally edge towards her, all reaching out steady hands in the hopes of touching her, nearing her slowly, all eyes on her. She seems unaware of this as she sways. Then as the final note hits, she bolts her head back towards the camera, looking into it. And on that final note, the men all turn away from her, returning back to the state they were at the beginning of the video, not noticing her, returning to their fights.