Continuing to build on the feverish momentum of their new album in • ter a • li • a, released May 5, 2017 on Rise Records, AT THE DRIVE-IN has proudly unveiled the new video for “Call Broken Arrow.” The striking animation featured in “Call Broken Arrow” utilized what Shaw describes as an “old film technique approach”—the team used rotating buildings, sliding clouds and in-camera practical effects to create an immersive world for the viewer. Experience it for yourself now.
Directed by Rob Shaw, “Call Broken Arrow” acts as the prequel to the video for “Hostage Stamps,” as it unfolds a story of previously seen prisoner and faceless captors—with an eerie appearance by mechanized spiders. Using the same intricate mix of digital and stop-motion animation, the video for “Call Broken Arrow” gives viewers a closer look behind the man’s reason for imprisonment, as Rob Shaw explains:
“In ‘Hostage Stamps,’ we have a prisoner being tortured and monitored by some sort of authoritarian organization. The guys wanted to show why he was imprisoned, as well as cast doubt over his innocence. It’s funny how in stories, especially film stories, you tend to sympathize with whoever you spend time with. When you watch someone being mistreated, the assumption is that person is the victim. ‘Call Broken Arrow’ is in part about illustrating the prisoner’s culpability, but even that is in doubt as we see the Watcher character who follows him around slipping something in his drink at the end.”
Lyrics:
Racing toward the fever
Salted stains in the shape of continents
Sitting shotgun in his walk
the wish is father to the thought
He says tonight
will be the very last time
To get the hell out of here
He’s the prince of far gonepacing every seizure
digging spurs into his chest
he whips himself into the keys
“I am the new born philistine!”
Because the choice of his disease
is your demise
to get the hell out of here
he’s the prince of far gone
And he’s always stealing flowers
From my stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
God help methe zero hour delegates his suicide
the whitest flag he loves to wave,
and like a newborn finds a yawn
to cash the treasure he has lost
he thinks tonight’s going to be
the very last time
to get the hell out of here
he’s the prince of far gone
And he’s always stealing flowers
From my stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
god help himDesecrate it, Desecrate it all
call broken arrow and level this ground
Desecrate it, Desecrate it all
call broken arrow this is all his fault
And he’s always stealing flowers
From my stone
Never once repaying that which he does owe
god help him
