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Hapax - Silvery Track (Official Video)

“Silvery Track” This is the first single from our forthcoming EP “Exile”, a work conceived during the quarantine age and inspired by the desire to escape from the claustrophobic lockdown’s reality. Isolation leads one to reconsider oneself as an individual. On the other hand art has paid the highest price by being neglected and set aside. “Culture only exists when it is experienced” Hapax Credits; Director: Elio De Filippo (Studio Nubes) Model: Alessandra Policella Photography: Jessica Squillante Location: Urbex Campania Recorded, Mixed & Mastered at Hive Studios by Francesco Giuliano Merch: hapax.bandcamp.com Hapax contact:   / hapaxband​     / hapax_official     / listenhapax​   www.hapaxband.com Booking: [email protected] LABEL: CD or Vinyl (limited edition) Pre-orders released by Swiss Dark Nights https://swissdarknights.bandcamp.com/... Lyric by Alessandra Policella Silvery Track Traces Left behind everywhere, A cigarette butt, a lost glove A single careless word All those proofs The detective of fiction finds So shrewdly In these planned arbitrariness The insane obsession of wanting to be caught ‘Cause deep down the heart Men are all murders But by and large we are not brave enough to dare And in self- constraint We rather name the guilt ones. Oh wind, wild wind, hold out your hand to us, That slyly wipes out The footprints of our steps. But land has no memory And wind just feeds on dust, On pride of erased footsteps And on dispersed clouds. On all blown away marks To rushing wants and blood’s inflated passions Crawls the vainglory’s slug With its plodding telltale pace We're nothing but Its silvery track That tells “To no avail once I crept along on earth”. Oh wind, wild wind, hold out your hand to us, That slyly wipes out The footprints of our steps. But land has no memory And wind just feeds on dust, On uprooted trees And on all our wiped out marks Oh wind, wild wind, hold out your hand to us, That slyly wipes out The footprints of our steps. But land has no memory And wind just feeds on dust, On pride of erased footsteps And on dispersed clouds. On all blown away marks Copyright ©2021, Diego Cardone. All rights reserved.