The official music video for “The Ick” a new single from Trousdale.
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Produced by Sworn Friend @swornfriendstudios
Director – Giovanna Trujillo @giovannatrujillo
Executive Producers – Caro Knapp @caroknapp.world & Giovanna Trujillo @giovannatrujillo
Producer – Amanda Maddocks @amanda_maddocks
Video Commissioner / Creative Direction – Stephanie Haller @hallacreative
Management – Standards Music @standards.music
Clothing Designer – Marlena Jean / Marmalade Dreams Custom @marl_ena & Bex Marquez @clockworkbex
DP – Iris Lee @irissaur
1st AC – Celeste Debar @celesteis2cool
Gaffer – Jake Brody @jake__brody
Key Grip – Jackson Ruff @jackson_ruff27
Colorist – Chris Medina @christopherrmedina
Assistant Editor – Justin La Turno @sustinlaturno
PA – Maggie Nuttall @maggnutt
Band – Jacob Galdes, Carter Couron and Geo Botelho
Performed by:
Georgia Greene – Vocals
Lauren Jones – Vocals
Quinn D’Andrea – Vocals, Piano, Organ
Carter Couron – Drums
Geo Botelho – Bass, Theremin
Jack DeMeo – Electric Guitar
John Mark Nelson – Percussion, Electric Guitar, Keyboard
Ben Bram – Mouth Trumpet
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Lyrics
You know when you meet someone
That makes you wanna fall in love
Then they go and do something
That really turns you off
When they like you way too much
They’re thinking you can’t get enough
You’re buried under the weight
That’s why they call it a crush
I used to feel the Ooo La La, but
Now I’ve got the sickness
It came on quick
Creeping under my skin
A deep, un-scratch-able itch
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I’m the one
But I think maybe I’m done
Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the Ick
It’s not the butterflies
It’s a chill running down my spine
I got a fever (fever!)
And it’s not the good kind
You’re making my tummy hurt
Making all my insides turn
All the uncomfortable feelings I’m feeling
Combined into one little word
It’s Ick
A feeling you can’t unstick
A problem you just can’t fix
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I’m the one
But I think maybe I’m done
Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the Ick
Now that I got the Ick, I don’t think I can handle it – I got to get myself outta this, I got to get out, got to get out, yeah
Toenails and your flip flops
Stealing from a thrift shop
Breath like garlic knots
This Ick won’t stop
Talking in a baby voice
Saying, “Boys will be boys”
Rage in the parking lot
This Ick won’t stop
It’s Ick
A feeling you can’t unstick
A problem you just can’t fix
Something inside is telling me
Telling me to run
I know you think I’m the one
But I think maybe I’m done
Cause something in you is giving me
Giving me the Ick
