Asaf Avidan - In A Box III - Gold Shadow

Stream In A Box III: Acoustic Recordings: 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 #asafavidan 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? SHOP Asaf Avidan: #AsafAvidan #InABoxIII #ICHNOLOGY