SWANZ THE LONELY CAT – My Soul’s Black Book

A black and white stop-motion short movie – not properly a music video – of visions, made up with pictures, collage mixed media and hand-made interventions on photographs and paper.

There is not a proper plot, but a music related series of images, like a symbolic glimpse into a dreamer’s mind. The title refers to fears and places to avoid, as to the dreamer’s subconscious. Every eye is a hole, every hole is a moon. A clock pays a little homage to Sarah Kane. Branches and weeds are taking over the house. The song is about dreams of memories and memories of dreams at the break of day, when everything seems to be broken already.

Electronics, samplings, musique concrète, banjo and voice in a folknoir experiment. Music and images tell a story of loss and awakening.

Lyrics: My Soul’s Black-Book In the early morning sleep dreams and memories float on my breath Noises and voices from a new day, trembling as life and cold as death I see different rooms and days merging together in the same place Tracks and traces, and both love and hate for a never forgotten face I recall the street, the hallway and the stairs I’ll never climb again I feel a past joy, a goodbye, a lost love and a present pain Here it comes, on the surface of my mind, something that makes me shiver Oh, I pity my heart, my hands, my knees and even my liver I pity my bones, I remember her spine, which she used as a hook And it’s all just dirty crazy pages in my soul’s black-book. In the dream I was walking home and the road ended in a huge hole I couldn’t help but look into it long enough to lose control I have to wipe this vision from my eyes and push it out of my head. I’m awake now, keeping the dead alive and some living way dead. I don’t want to remember, I don’t dare to forget I don’t dare, I should not care, I am aware… I light a cigarette. The morning’s in the yard and in the center of it, amongst the plain concrete A flower is blooming, like a bless or a cancer, and I feel my heartbeat. And I feel my heartbeat. And I feel my heartbeat. And I feel My heartbeat.

Video written, directed and edited by Cirkusvogler

Additional pictures by Swanz The Lonely Cat, Plastikwombat

Lyrics by Swanz The Lonely Cat

Music by Swanz The Lonely Cat & Robert Tremster

Arranged, performed, produced, recorded and mixed by Swanz The Lonely Cat, Robert Tremster & Davide Tosches

Mastering by Noja Recordings

Thanks to Chris Keating

Cirkusvogler is a multimedia artist, working with both analog and digital photography. Lately her work has been focused on collage techniques and painting on original pictures, as well as found and selected ones.

Swanz The Lonely Cat, also frontman of Dead Cat in a Bag, is an “unconventional folk” singer-songwriter, composer and multi-instrumentalist.

Antonio Bacciocchi

Antonio Bacciocchi

Scrittore, musicista, blogger. Ha militato come batterista in una ventina di gruppi (tra cui Not Moving, Link Quartet, Lilith), incidendo una cinquantina di dischi e suonando in tutta Italia, Europa e USA e aprendo per Clash, Iggy and the Stooges, Johnny Thunders, Manu Chao etc. Ha scritto una decina di libri tra cui "Uscito vivo dagli anni 80", "Mod Generations", "Paul Weller, L’uomo cangiante", "Rock n Goal", "Rock n Spor"t, Gil Scott-Heron Il Bob Dylan Nero" e "Ray Charles- Il genio senza tempo". Collabora con i mensili “Classic Rock”, "Vinile" e i quotidiani “Il Manifesto” e “Libertà”. E' tra i giurati del Premio Tenco e del Rockol Awards. Da sedici anni aggiorna quotidianamente il suo blog www.tonyface.blogspot.it dove parla di musica, cinema, culture varie, sport e con cui ha vinto il Premio Mei Musicletter del 2016 come miglior blog italiano. Collabora con Radiocoop dal 2003.

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