THE LOYAL FATHER
Anat Porat is releasing another song from her upcoming Folk album “Back To New”.
After the songs “Back To New” and “Forest”,
Anat is teaming up again with German director and writer - Julian M. Grünthal, who wrote the lyrics to the song
and also directed the video for “The Loyal Father “
that was shot in Switzerland.
The song is a dark fairytale dressed in a light and almost ironic melody.
It is about the thin line between loyalty and mindless destruction of one’s own soul.
Anat and Julian met in 2017 when they were both participating in a musical tour in Switzerland. They started an artistic collaboration of song writing which led to an international music-poetry project - “Air&Skin”.
After a successful concert in Switzerland at the end of May, the project will go on tour in 2024.
Lyrics: Julian M. Grünthal
Music: Anat Porat
Arrangement & music production: Daniel Wisman
Anat Porat: Vocals, Acustic guitar
Daniel Wisman: Acustic guitar
Einav Har Anan: Synthesizer
Daniel Tanchelson: Viola
Alon Stern: Double bass
Recorded mixed & mastered by Marko Gurkan - Kicha Studios
Video directed by: Julian M. Grünthal
Concept & Script: Julian M. Grünthal & Charlotte Engelbert Nicolas Zogg as the Father
Meret Gutmannas the Daughter
Hair&Makeup: Patrizia Gwerder
Costume Design: Ruedi Jost
Stylist: Roni Nathanel
Graphic Design: Eliad Sudai
Horse Trainer: Sieglinde Zottmaier - Terramaterna.ch
Assistant Camera: Phil Becker
Producer: SimoneHaberling - Presence Production GmbH
The smell of water softly lifts itself into her nose
And if her father knew that she was here he would come close To ask forgiveness for the things he did so long ago
Up in the fortress where the king still sits So very low
And where he served him with his strong strong hands
So full of dirt
His hands of killing keeping order for the king
The vision blurred
But as his daughter slapped the son of the king
The king got mad
And told the father that his daughter had to die
Just like a cat
The loyal father put his daughter in a bag
Just like a cat
She had no mother who could help her as she’s thrown
Sinking in the bag
Now she wonders by the riverbanks by night
To find her Dad
Whose tears are streams to make the river rise
And she can smell that he is sad.