David Gilmour's relaxed melody and the saxophone's prominence bring an intimate and unique atmosphere to the composition that, together with the artist's voice, seem to lead you by the hand to an old jazz club with a glass of wine between your fingers.
The music video, illustrated by Danny Madden, Thomas Teraoka and Kevin Eskew, tells the incomplete story between a saxophonist and a woman with dark eyes and a yellow dress capable of captivating anyone who has her gaze on her.
The fuzzy lines of the drawing that favor the distortion of the figures, the bright and vivid colors against the dark background of the night, and the illustrated metaphors in relation to the lyrics of the song, create a captivating set full of sensations.
David Gilmour. Our Saturday
music video. (Official Music Video).
METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.
CREDITS.-
Music.- David Gilmour.
Lyrics.- Polly Samson.
Director.- Danny Madden.
Creative Director.- Aubrey Powell.
Producer.- Fiz Oliver.
Piano.- Julian Joseph.
Drums.- Mark Mondesir.
Guitar.- Adam Salkeld.
Bass.- Mark Hodgson.
Sax.- Jean Toussaint.
Animation Producer.- Jeanette Bonds.
Animators.- Danny Madden, Thomas Teraoka, Kevin Eskew.
Colour Lead.- Matt Reynolds.
Assistant Colour.- Hannah Elder, Sunny Liang, Finlay Pogue.
Additional Colour.- Alex Brewer, Susan Schaller.
Background Designer.- Josh Shaffner.
Compositing.- Jess Iglehart, Josh Shaffner.
Scanning/Clean Up.- Sunny Liang.
Voices.- Jaye Delai, Jon Thibault.
Sound.- Pete Horner.
Sound Effects Editor.- Andre Zweers.
Post-Sound Services.- Skywalker Sound.
General Manager.- Josh Lowden.
Director of Production.- Jon Null.
Title Design.- Kevin Eskew.
Animatic Editorial.- Tory, Mari Walker.
Supervising Producer.- Matt Miller.
Production Manager.- Kelly Thewlis.
Production Services.- Vanishing Angle.
Production.- Hipgnosis Ltd.
Lyrics.-
She mesmerizes with a smile
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes
He doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonetheless
It helps to keep his motives true, Gauloise-blue
What else is the poor boy supposed to do?
She dances like a flame
Words unheard
Eyes closed and yellow dress
Whirls and swirls
It's late, the hour's growing horns
The band seems to draw her ever closer
This girl gets right down in the groove, woos and moves
Leads him on to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame
Has no cares, yellow dress flares
Eyes closed, arms above
She shakes, swirls and snakes
Too late in this folie à trois
He sees that her heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her please
Lifts his sax, says, "Here's my little tease"
Her dancing sets the place on fire
Heaven and hell
The flames curl up his spine
As she shakes, whirls and snakes