Leave No Trace

Released on a winter solstice, the song Leave No Trace touches on the eternal through its exploration of impermanence, the importance of the present moment and abandoning of the ego.

Lancée lors d’un solstice d’hiver, la chanson Leave No Trace évoque l’éternel à travers une exploration de l’impermanence, de l’importance de l’instant présent et de l’abandon de l’égo.

2018 | Music Video
Réalisateur/Director Philippe Léonard

  • Fly, Raven, fly
    A dark moon turns a blind eye
    A drifting cloud tells a white lie
    As you, Raven, write the Book of Sky

    Leave no trace but a song
    Nobody is here for long
    Leave no trace but a song  

    Pine trees in the soft wind
    Needles gently swaying
    Through the night will be dancing
    As they write the Book of Mountain  

    Leave no trace but a song
    Nobody is here for long
    Leave no trace but a song 

    Gazing at my reflection
    In the flowing water
    Looking at the worst enemy
    I will ever have to face

    Flow and flow, running water
    Gone forever
    Still the gentle rain
    Will write the Book of River

    Leave no trace but a song
    Nobody is here for long
    Leave no trace but a song  

    © Robert Langlois

Sentinel

Sentinel addresses themes of death and immortality. It explores mourning and the legacy of a mission, without the latter being defined in itself, leaving room for interpretation. Echoing the launch of Leave No Trace on a winter solstice, the premiere of Sentinel took place on June 21, the day of the summer solstice.

Sentinel aborde les thèmes de la mort et de l’immortalité. Elle explore le deuil et le leg d’une mission, sans que cette dernière soit définie en soi, cédant place à l’interprétation. Faisant écho au lancement de Leave No Trace lors d’un solstice d’hiver, la première de Sentinel a eu lieu un 21 juin, jour du solstice d’été.

2022 | Music Video
Réalisateur/Director Philippe Léonard

  • Stand vigil
    Stand vigil
    If you will
    The old sentinel
    Is fading away 

    How can he still defend
    What we have all forgotten
    A safeguard so brave
    Weapon at the ready
    In the drifting snow 

    How do you say goodbye
    To a man
    Who’s already dancing in the sky 

    Stand vigil
    Stand vigil
    If you will
    The old sentinel
    Gave the word
    To his son, the wanderer
    Relieve me of duty
    Take my place and stay the course…     

    Mazes and routes
    Closed spaces like memories from the body
    Bone china prisons where tea used to be served
    River in which Narcissus gazed at himself
    Battlefields of our indifferences
    Gypsy roads
    Eternal faces and places
    Broken up and bitten landscapes
    Walls of silences
    Sands that slip through our fingers
    Secret gardens where one goes to cry
    Tender or cruel masquerades
    Strange parodies and jesters’ laughter
    Magic lamps and hurricane lanterns
    Trajectories of celestial objects
    Winter solstice where Venus lay down to sleep 

    Stand vigil
    Stand vigil
    If you will
    The old sentinel
    Is fading away
    He’s been called upon by the magic lady
    Who paints the heavens in the northern sky 

    © Robert Langlois