KIRLIAN CAMERA "Kryostar" live in Halle/D 2022 (remixed audio)

Описание: Kirlian Camera's “Kryostar” live in Halle, DE, 2022 (remixed audio). "We won't stop, even in our concerts, to try sensitizing people about the Julian Assange case. There's much more at stake than a single man's life... press freedom and freedom of expression/information mustn't be affected!" (videorecording: Neo Anderson / Sound: KC lab)

Music and lyrics by Elena Alice Fossi & Angelo Bergamini
Original studio version included in the album “Hologram Moon” (2018) released by Dependent Records/SPKR (digital edition: https://kirliancamera.bandcamp.com/al...
CD + 2CD Artbook + black vinyl editions: https://en.dependent.de/en/Artists/Ki... (colored vinyl soldout)

-- Lineup --

Elena Alice Fossi: vocals
Angelo Bergamini: electronics
Alessandro Comerio: guitar
Mia Winter Wallace: bass
Sebastian Ludwig: sound

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LYRICS

Lost into a vision like a dizzy morn
while I was singing out mysterious words
a secret shadow brought memories
drawing a rainbow filled with reveries.
Slowly an illusion crossed the skyline
danced to the rhythm coming from our mind
throughout millenniums
nothing but spam...
moonlight sonata for holograms.

My imagination followed common lies
denying myself a hell of surprise.
Kinda hallucination behind colored drugs
in a ghostly flash after party time.
And the photo fades out your innocence
but you'll never cry
till your very time comes.
Time to realize
you can't see any clues with your eyes
otherwise you're a fool.
So please give 'em room
listen to some cooked news!

Blocking out visions of a blurry porn
I keep on singing in mysterious worlds
a sneering shadow brought memories
working a rainbow filled with reveries.
Fast an illusion crossed the skyline
danced to the rhythm
coming from our mind
throughout millenniums
nothing but scam...
moonlight sonata for holograms.

All my information followed common lies denying myself a hell of a surprise.
Kinda hallucination behind colored drugs
in a ghostly crash after party time.
And the photo fades out your innocence
but you'll never cry till your very time comes.
Time to realize
you can't see any clues with your eyes
otherwise you're a fool.
So please give 'em room
listen to some cooked news!

Wheels of black creation
where your sorrow waves
on a sharky line running along a grim cliff
like a fan does
dead to any sense
paying for pricy aims
and delightful crimes...