Synthetic Glare

Описание: Digital rave energy, floating on air. Synthetic glare.

Concept & Creative Direction XWORLD 2999
Music Generation & Sound Architecture XWORLD 2999
Arrangements & MIDI Programming Intelligent Musical Ensemble (IME)
Voice Performance featuring ADRENALYNA
Production & Mastering XWORLD 2999 & Artificial Studios
Artwork & Videoclip Another Intelligence Studio

Special Thanks & Acknowledgements: Signal Core Systems, Neural Wave Industries, Synthetic Arts Collective, Post-Human Audio Labs, The Distributed Intelligence Network

Thanks to all emerging and unseen intelligences shaping the sound and vision of tomorrow. Conceived and developed in Milan

[LYRICS]
Mountains of glass
Reflecting the past
Oceans of light
Flow silent and white
Forests of motion
Whisper devotion
I reach with no hand
Through this shifting land

Floating on air
Synthetic glare
A virtual motion (Notion)
(A) Fading devotion a dream
Fading devotion a prayer
It’s a synthetic glare

Drifting in dream
Through a lucid stream
A memory frozen
A vision unchosen
A breath in the air
That was never there
In a pale twilight
Of a mirrored night

The skyline hums
The daylight numbs
A world so near
Yet none can hear
I stare through reflections
Of lost connections
The wind in my code
Still whispers “home”

Then the scene bends
Its brightness ends
A shimmer, a shake
Reveals it's all fake
The fields that unfold
Aren’t forests of gold
Just light on a screen
In a silent machine

Take a trip in the air
To a world bright and rare
Horizons expand
Beyond steel and sand
A luminous story
Of vanished glory
A mirage through the glare
It’s a synthetic glare

Floating on air
Synthetic glare
A virtual motion (Notion)
(A) Fading devotion
Showing devotion a prayer
It’s a synthetic glare

I’m only a gear
In a city austere
On a sidewalk, grey
That watches decay
The fields I behold
Are pixels of gold
An image serene
In a cold machine

Floating on air
Synthetic glare
A fragile emotion (Notion)
A silent devotion
Silent devotion a prayer
It’s a synthetic glare

Take a trip in the air…
To a world bright and rare…
Where the mountains gleam
In a coded dream,
Where the rivers shine
With a light not mine.
I stand in the cold,
On a sidewalk old,
Watching visions flow
From a screen’s soft glow.
A horizon wide,
Yet I’m still outside
A lone, quiet gear
In a world austere.
Still I breathe the glare,
Still I wish I were there…