Official music video / short film for the song "RABID" by Under The Bed.

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a Jackolantern Independent video production

story by Federico Morandi

editing, color grading and score by
Armando Marchetti

make-up and assistant director: Federico Morandi

camera operators: Gaia Della Santa & Caterina Nepi

directed by Armando Marchetti

original track by Under The Bed

lyrics by Armando Marchetti

music written & performed by:
Michele Bertocchini,
Andrea Bruciati,
Armando Marchetti,
Federico Morandi,
Joshua Pettinicchio

engineered, recorded, mixed & produced by Michele Bertocchini
@ La Tana Del Lupo (LU)

drums recordings
@ House Of Glass Studios (LU)

mastered by Davide Prew & Pamela del Sorbo
@ Studio Meda Sound (LU)

Lyrics:

There is a rabid dog outside, you see?
Its fur is drab, its eyes are snide,
it seems like it knows what I think and fear

I saw a rabid dog down in the street
It limped and growled, hope it gets winded
before he comes scratching at the door
(the door)

Tried to get away
Tried to get away,
what happened?

Friends are beckoning,
but my soles are locked on the floor

(I’ve) got a rabid dog under my skin
Wonder how long it’s been right here
Now I’m not even sure I saw one anymore

Well
I can’t pretend
I thought it over, a knife in my hand
it adds up:

I left the doors ajar
I’ll wait 'til the morning comes, yeah
hey, I’m a--
latecomer, man
I watched the punchline fly over my head
and I swear I’m actually happy the problem was me,
well, long time no fucking see

Tried to get away
Tried to get away,
what happened?

Friends are beckoning,
still my feet are locked on the floor

Tried to get away,
Wouldn’t wanna admit
I’m callous

but I sifted through my intentions
only to find out
they were not that good

I said a lot of times before
I seldom step outside the door
I probably wouldn’t have spent this much time
with a spyglass in my palms

I thought I saw that rabid dog
I even heard it pace the porch
now I guess that I should have been grateful
my friends didn’t put me down.

Tried to get away
Now I’m glad I stayed

I’m the steering wheel
I know how to heal

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