Pan – Panism (Music Video)

Pan – „Panism” (Music Video) https://shorturl.at/Cojxb
from the debut extended play PARTYMACHEN out 07.02 https://shorturl.at/qGqdo

directed by Marcell Varga

about the video,
I wanted to pay homage to women and the subjectification of their personal lives as they became as much of a target as a source of entertainment to public scrutiny,. Specifically, to the invaded subjects of paparazzi culture of the early 2000s, celebrity suicides and tragedies. As you consume it, give a name to it, then see the person behind it. The project also references Zoltán Fábri’s 1956 film “Körhinta.”

find me
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@panpresents

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCjFPZacBY7Pwz0V8vC6QUjg
Letterboxd https://boxd.it/63st7

director of photography Emrah Celik
gaffer Gerrit Fahr

editor Marcell Varga
sound Jakob Hegner
colorist Márton Kovács

1st AD Sabrina Dörries
1st AC Arseny Preobrazhenskiy

steadicam Ciro Kavouras
best girl Amaya Benbow
grip Manuel Padilla Scheben
make up Xinyi Zhuang

special thanks SO36
special thanks The Galgóczis

“Panism”

Marcell Varga – lead vocals, background vocals, vocal arrangements, songwriter, production, drum programming, string arrangement, programming
Adrienn Orban – songwriter, vocal arrangements
Jakob Hegner – composition, production, programming, string arrangement, bongos, mixing and recording
Luca Ortmann – guitar, bass
Roza Lachegyi – string section
Maria Triana – mastering

Lyrics

You’re my friend, you know, I know.
Still, left me, ran back to the dancefloor.
There’s a lake of piss I’ve stepped into,
Glitter in my eyes and tunnel vision too.

Been the best of nights to let me bruise,
Cross through splinters and stomp your foot.
Leave the crowd, now step for two.
I’ll pave the way:

Just say my name,
Flip a record, play me over.
Say my name,
Let the rhythm take you further.
Say my name,
I’ll be your one and only fed up,
Can’t you see I’m torn, now get up.
Say my name,
name, name.
Just say my…

Champagne problems in the lounge,
Jaw leaked, soaked gripping cigarette butts.
In the front with a chipped where gore you latch,
Not a sober can tell, how whole this heaven feels.

Pump the bassline ’till my ears starts bleeding,
Pass a spirit, this one’s on me.
I’ve paid the price, now step for me,
If this is it:

Just say my name,
Flip a record, play me over.
Say my name,
Let the rhythm take you further.
Say my name,
I’ll be your one and only fed up,
Torn to pieces, now you get up.
Say my name,
name, name.
Just say my…