ICHNOLOGY Solo Tour 2023-24. Get your tickets now: https://ffm.live/ichnology
In a Box is recorded live. Live means no editing, no re-recording, no auto-tuning… no tampering.
All rights belong to Telmavar Records LTD and Asaf Avidan.
All songs written, composed and produced by Asaf Avidan
Pianist: Gabriele Baldocci
Violin: Valentina Del Re
Viola: Elena Favilla
Cello: Kyung Mi Lee
Violin: Ilaria Immacolata Metta
Cinematography: Lorenzo Di Nola
Video editing by Asaf Avidan at Different Pulses Studios
Audio mixing: Daniel Anglister
Sound recording: Luca Gaudenzi
Color: Adam Edelstein
Producer: Lior Ashkenazi
Executive Production Company: IMAGE HUNTERS
Executive Producers: Antonio Messino, Brando Bartoleschi, Lorenzo Di Nola
Production Assistant: Caterina Rinaldi
Unit Production Manager: Riccardo Garufi Bozza
Production Coordinator: Raffaele Inno
Line Producer: Camilla Pugini
Production Assistants: Francesco Ladalardo, Danilo Greco
Location Manager: Sara Morelli
Camera Team:
Cinematographer: Lorenzo Di Nola
Camera Operators: Alessio Giannoni, Alessandro Silvaggi
Ronin Operator: Lorenzo Di Nola
1st Camera Assistants: Alessandro Corongiu. Fabio Olgiati
2nd Camera Assistant: Indro Forconi
Data Manager: Luca Scassa
Camera Trainee: Matteo Pollini
Gaffer: Luca Chiarottini
Electrician: Angelo Leone
Grip: Mario Cecconi
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Backstage: Simone Vacca, Francesco Masi
Director Assistant: Leopoldo Pescatore
2nd Director Assistant: Fabrizio Fanelli
Sound Recordist: Luca Gaudenzi
Sound Assistant: Tiziano Cosi
Make-up and Hair: Roberta Micozzi
Make-up and Hair Assistant: Sofia Gara
Lyrics:
There's a gold shadow seeping through the door
There's a cold sparrow lying still upon the floor
Dead and true as lipstick
Slow as the speed of skin
There's a gold, gold shadow growing from within
There's a bent willow in the moonlight painted blue
There's a spent window silhouetting you
Deep and true as whiskey
Soft and sure as lies
There's a bent, bent willow reflecting in your eyes
But now there's a girl out in a boat
Her arms are outstretched and she's barely afloat
There's a man on the shore, a rope in his hands
It's tied to the boat, and he's pulling as hard as he can
Not to bring her to him, but to pull the whole shore
And the whole world with it to her open door
All his voices are her
All his voices are her
Has he been here before?
Nobody's sure
There's a silver distance, a luminescent glimpse
There's a river of resistance, dried to cracks upon your lips
Brittle as believing
Sticky as betrayal
There's a silver distance opening up like a trail
There was a time before all the leaves
Covered the beauty of Adam & Eve
And they were blind, and they were free
To be whatever they wanted to be
But now they are just a prayer in a song
And he is so sorry for all that went wrong
All his voices are her
All his voices are her
Has he been here before?
Has he been here before?
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