ANTONIO EDOARDO MARAZITA
AI-Generated Band
The Shape of Closing Doors
Fade of the frame
I found your picture in a drawer tonight Bent at the corner, eaten by the light You were the face that still believed The world would open if you breathed I touched the dust along the frame And could not say my current name The roads I took, the years I wore Closed every window one by one Forgive the man I had to be He lost you far reluctantly He traded sky for walls and plans And came back late with empty hands You fade a little every year Your eyes grow farther, less than clear I want to ask but sorrow knows Regret is all an old man owes Forgive the man I had to be He lost you far reluctantly He traded sky for walls and plans And came back late with empty hands
No one to forgive
There’s no memory left Nothing worth holding on to Everything I can dream up Was never really true Just inventions, pretty lies For a perfect little play I’m sitting here with nothing much Left for me to say And the show goes on Without me anyway There was a fairytale I used to know by heart Now I can’t remember How the ending starts There were friends around me Now time won’t even wait It takes away my tears Before they find my face I’m not going home again I left the old photographs behind This night has to last forever This night has to last forever There’s a radio playing Old songs down the road It’ll keep me company Wherever I may go It’s a ride with no ending It just wants to be sung No prayers tonight Only truth on my tongue No prayers tonight Just a confession with no one to forgive I’m not going home again I left the old photographs behind This night has to last forever This night has to last forever No prayers tonight I’m not going home Just a confession With no one to forgive No prayers tonight I’m not going home Just a confession With no one to forgive
The Shape of Closing Doors
You are silence, a silence like a tailored suit Every word cut clean and left no bruise I learned the shape of closing doors by heart And smiled each time you pulled the room apart Your name still burns in polished empty halls A perfect life framed high upon the walls I kept my hands where no one saw them shake While you turned mercy into your mistake I fed the fire just to keep it tame You kept the ashes and returned my name Now every mirror leads the other way And even shadows hesitate to stay Count the glasses, count the cracks Count the nights I took you back Count the velvet, count the lies Count the smoke behind your eyes You said love like a code Like a debt already owed Now the room keeps saying no I fed the fire just to keep it tame You kept the ashes and returned my name Now every mirror leads the other way And even shadows hesitate to stay No more rooms No more names Only echoes Only frames I fed the fire just to keep it tame You kept the ashes and returned my name Now every mirror leads the other way Nothing left here wants to stay
The man i'm not
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me It walks beside me when I don’t move It’s a game I was never meant to play I keep the pace but I don’t get through God is flashing in the neighborhood signs Reflecting off the cars in a line Carrying a promise through the night But it never stops here at my side I am not the one that stays when you speak Not the one that seals what breaks Not the name you keep to save yourself I’m the edge you never take And I move slow past the same store lights With a face that never shifts Everything that could have defined me Wears away without a trace I know what I am not for real More than what I try to keep Every road just pulls me back To the place I never see There’s no fault that keeps me awake No decision pulls me down I hold everything under my skin Never letting it make a sound And if you look there’s nothing missing Only things that lost their place This life never asks for an answer Just some room to stay unseen I am not the one you’re looking for Not the one you’re going to change I’m the one that stays out of frame Even when you try to aim
Unsed
You were near the door Nothing moving Everything reduced Low voices I had something ready Stuck in my throat Like a number you know You stop dialing We talked on the surface Short lines, no weight As if that was enough To keep things still Your hand on the table Not asking for mine Just there long enough To become a choice I let it pass No gesture, no sign Time moving forward Not correcting I let it pass Not fear, something else A form of silence That decides Outside it kept going Steps and distance You said something simple I answered too late It wasn’t a mistake It was maintained Like avoiding a look In a narrow space It wasn’t love Not the way it’s said It was the moment Direction shifts I had it complete Every word in place I never moved it Between us I let it pass Nothing happened Just a small change That won’t return I let it pass It stays underneath Not you, not me What I didn’t do Some sentences don’t end They stay unused Not spoken But final
The moth above the city
He walks alone Through frozen light Blue television glow Behind the glass TVs still on Low pulse The weight of chairs In silent rooms No voices left Just wiring hum Every house A different wound Rain across The avenue Black water moving Round his shoes He sees himself Break in the curb Then disappear Each step disturbs The sleeping dark Thin walls breathing After fights A lamp still burning 3 AM Someone awake But saying nothing Hallway shadows Stretch and fade Every floor Holds something down He slips inside Yellow rooms That never sleep Drinks the sorrow From their breath Takes the ache They tried to hide Leaves the windows Cold and blue He stands still Near the glass City current Underneath No one sees What moves with him Now every night Through empty halls Past elevators Half-lit doors He moves softly Room to room Carrying silence Out with him The screens keep flickering The cables glow Someone exhales For the first time Every house A different wound Every night He takes some home Past the service roads Where headlights thin He leaves the city To its restless glow Keeps walking Into the dark beyond
If you where here
Have you really looked beneath every memory? Did you search through every locked drawer? If you were still here We’d still talk the way we used to If you were here Maybe we could still find a way to stay awake There are skylines that tighten around my chest There are days when I don’t want to leave the house How much longer do I have to wait For one good reason? I worked too hard to get here And still it feels like none of this belongs to me If you were here We could still look each other in the eyes If you were here I could tell you you were right If you were here Maybe all of this would mean something Don’t tell me this is all that’s left Don’t tell me I can’t go back If you were here We could still make that jump If you were here If you were here We could still make that jump If you were here If you were here
Mr Elsewhere
Mister Elsewhere, Platform Three Evening falling into rain Dark coat thinner than the winter Last train gone again Neon trembling from the ceiling Glass cuts through his tired face He keeps staring down the tunnel Like someone’s on the way Last train gone again Last train gone again He keeps looking down the tunnel Like someone’s on the way Head down on the floor tiles Static underneath the rails He looks up across the platform Someone leaves before the train Same dark coat beneath the EXIT White light running through the glass Mister Elsewhere starts to follow Before the moment passes Across the tracks a shadow stops Turns like he already knows Station lights across his shoulders Cold white on his clothes Then the train comes screaming through them Doors slide open, then they’re gone Mister Elsewhere keeps on moving Before the night moves on Past the tunnels underground Everything turns pale and strange Lockers in a blue-grey hallway Names he never changed Basketballs without the air Winter jackets in the rain That same coat keeps moving through it Like a ghost inside his name Last train gone again Last train gone again Every door knows where he started Every name sounds like his name Then he stops beside a doorway Yellow gym light on the floor Empty bleachers, folded chairs Like they’ve waited here before Letter jacket by the wall bars Head down staring at his hands Mister Elsewhere doesn’t move now Like he finally understands Mister Elsewhere walks in slowly Rubber dust and fading lights That young figure never looks up Just keeps staring at the lines Then he says “Don’t miss your whole life Waiting by the wrong door” Silence hanging in the gym hall Like the room had heard before Then the young boy points in silence Toward the pale light through the doors Winter breathing on the asphalt Shadows crossing through the snow Engine humming in the distance Someone waiting by the curb Mister Elsewhere sees a lifetime Standing still instead of turning Last train gone again Last train gone again This time he leaves the tunnel Before it calls his name Streetlights trembling in the snowfall Steam rising from the avenue Mister Elsewhere keeps on walking Past the corner he once knew No one waiting at the crossing No voice calling through the rain Just a left turn near the river And a city without his name
Different streets
I never really said it out loud I kept it somewhere out of reach I kept it somewhere out of reach You probably saw it anyway It was there in how I moved Year after year, different routes Same hours, different sides of town When it came down to making a move I let it go And left it there You probably knew it from the start You read it before I did I kept my distance Now it just stays that way I should let it drop But I don’t That’s all this was Just something I never said
Every light burn
Rain on the glass Hotel room still City asleep Rain writes silver lines Across the borrowed glass Streetlights drown below me Like memories that last Your number lives in shadows Inside this silent phone I know the shape of calling I choose to be alone The room hums low The city holds its breath Some loves don’t die They just refuse to rest Your coat across a chair back Still visits in my mind A ghost made out of movement And all we left behind The elevator shivers The elevator shivers Somewhere down the hall I hear it like a warning That pride can break us all I keep your name behind my teeth Like smoke that never leaves the room 3 AM and all these towers sleep But every light still burns for you I hold the fire and stop the flame I wear the wound and call it true I hold the fire and stop the flame I wear the wound and call it true This whole skyline forgets your face But every light still burns for you I keep your name behind my teeth Like smoke that never leaves the room 3 AM and all these towers sleep But every light still burns for you I held the fire and stopped the flame I wore the wound and called it true This whole skyline forgets your face But every light still burns for you I hear your name In the wires and the rain The keys stay warm
It's just friday
Inside It’s endless winter She moves Without a sound Still driving Past sleep Everything In reverse Something leaves Something returns Names of strangers Late-night bars Standing under Red lights One glass For celebrations Summer gardens Gone quiet No one left Outside tonight Maybe too late For one more round When you find A reason You forget My name Red traffic light Still won’t change Cold dawn Beside me now Eyes closed Still awake Looking For sleep Afraid Of dreams How long Has it been Still driving Long night Still driving After all It’s only Friday Still driving Long night After all It’s always Friday
Railway home
The old man told me Not to spend too much heart On things that never answer back But I had little else And the morning was open Like a door I should have left alone On the old railway Every step was a memory Laid down in rust and rain I knew that road I knew every wrong turn And I wanted to fail again It was only another sunrise Hanging from the sky Only another sunrise Waiting on the line What did mother make For her little boy today? Something warm on the table Something I was too late to name You didn’t expect me So early in the light I came in like a stranger Trying not to wake the house That is the old chair Where you used to sleep One hand on the blanket One foot outside the dream In these rooms I saw you crying And learned to look away And now the old man returns With dust on his coat Talking about his dreams As if they were stations He asks forgiveness For his melancholy Like a man returning Something he never stole He shows me the rails He knows where I come from He knows the iron Under my name He was there Before I arrived He was there Before I arrived And I had no answer Only the sound Of a house Remembering my steps You didn’t expect me So early I’m afraid I forgot Something at the door I’m afraid I don’t remember How this is done How to stand in a room Without leaving again The old man was right He was right from the start I should not have leaned So hard on the heart Railway home Under the morning wire Railway home With no one at the gate Railway home And the lights still burning Railway home But I came too late Now I’ll turn off the lights One room at a time Leave the chair where it was Leave the rail in my mind I will close the door softly I will not call your name Some roads don’t forgive you They only let you pass
Nessuno qui mette in discussione la bellezza della musica scritta, suonata e vissuta dalle persone, né l’esperienza meravigliosa, irripetibile e profondamente umana del concerto dal vivo.
Questo progetto è un esperimento creativo, da intendere nello stesso spirito con cui si può realizzare un film di animazione, un concept visivo o una forma di narrazione musicale alternativa. Non nasce per sostituire i musicisti, né per sminuire il valore dell’esecuzione, dello studio, della sensibilità e della presenza scenica reale.
La musica più bella resta quella suonata dal vivo. Resta l’incontro diretto tra artista e pubblico, il suono che prende corpo nello spazio, l’errore, il respiro, la tensione, l’energia condivisa. Tutto ciò che rende la musica un’esperienza viva non è sostituibile.
Scarlet Veil è quindi un esperimento immaginativo e creativo, non un manifesto contro la musica vera, ma semmai un omaggio alla sua forza, al suo fascino e alla sua eterna centralità.