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From darkness to light, inertia to movement. I’m right here. I overcome you by becoming everything which I already am. Featuring Antonia Vai Clairisa S. Patton Beni Gottesman 'The subconscious mind, Tarot card mysticism and a journey through our own underworld. These three elements set the creative world for Antonia Vai’s new video GHOST.' Director: Noemi Veronika Szakonyi DOP: Mate Artur Vincze Producer: Manx Taiki Magyar Executive Producer: Dénes Pécsi-Szabó Editor: Anna Vághy Gaffer: Clara Dubau AC: Hasan Hadi Costume Design: Antonia Vai Production Design: Lili Teplán Production Manager: Nóra Pálma Miklós The entire clip was shot in Cape Cod National Seashore, Massachusetts. The majority of the limited crew are classmates at NYU Tisch School of the Arts graduate filmmaking program. As the budget was low, everyone put their own time and creative energy into this project. We faced huge challenges but due to the support of amazing people and our loving crew we were able to pull it off. Our team was super enduring and hard working, our friends let us stay in their beautiful home, the Preservation Society provided and opened the Lighthouse for us, our producer’s friend lent us his boat. Creating this music video was a real team work. Endless gratitude and big special Thanks to: Peter Maye John George Katie Trudeau Maryann Schafer Denise Kopasz Zsuzsanna Hámos Gabriella Vajtay Nauset Lighthouse Preservation Society Cape Cod National Seashore Commercial Services Office Sandwich Community Television Supported by the Hungarian National Cultural Fund. GHOST was written by Antonia Vai, arranged with guitarist Àkos Günsberger, double bass player Marcell Gyányi, drummer Ákos Huszár and Miklós Kovács. Recorded, mixed, mastered and post-produced by Márton Fenyvesi at Sinistra, Budapest. Lyrics: No time to waste, love, no time to waste I’m coming home, love I’m coming home to where your ghost is looking for me No time to waste, love, no time to waste I’m coming home, love I’m coming home to where your ghost is looking for me My fighter, you've survived all your gunfires Breathing all I hear at night is crackling sounds As if you’re walking these floors That’s how your ghost lives on in me I was born into a desert, the first place I called home Up in the sky was my Sun and Moon and the three of us lived alone Out in the sand we had a hut where we knew that we were safe Then my first tears dropped down to the ground and formed us a little lake With each of my tears grew oceans and seas and rivers with waves to ride The opinions I meet they each plant a seed in the garden of my mind Some grow strong with roots like blades while others grow to weed I’m still figuring which ones to cut off and which ones to let rise like trees First friend I had, her name’s July, I gave her a room to bloom A secret place with a bed for her to sleep as long as she would like to And with each new soul steppin' into my life, the rooms they multiply Some are moving in just to move away Some are only passing by, and you know what? Your room stands empty now but my universe expands with everyone I love Your room stands empty now but my universe expands with everyone I love Your room stands empty now but my universe expands with everyone I love Your room stands empty now but my universe expands with everyone I love My fighter, you've survived your own gunfires Breathing all I hear at night is the swarming from your loss Tearing through the cracks, crawling through the walls My liar, did you dodge your own gunfires? May my feet carry me home Leave the door open even if your ghost is all that lives on Management: denes@
