Utopia Flash - New Ground Performance
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📺 New Ground Performance - Ghost Oil
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New Ground Performance, Utopia Flash, 2023
Komposition: Frank Campoi
Lyrics: Frank Campoi & Julia Dorothee Brunsch
Vocals: Julia Dorothee Brunsch
Beat: Johannes Frericks
Bass: Manuel Aldunate
Bildgestaltung: Julia Dorothee Brunsch, Frank Campoi, Freyja, Erla Svanlaug - Riedel
*With Love from our Community*
All rights reserved, produced by New Ground Performance
Lyrics:
Prophetic looks. Love without demanding.
A majestic moment in the crush of time.
Human Voices.
Versatile reality in a springy longing.
In the tips of my fingers.
Hunted by intolerance, I disguise myself tolerably.
In the conscience of others.
The feeling of superfluity haunts me.
I try to find my expression by expressing myself.
As if it were self-evident.
Yet it is only a space that challenges my clarity.
HERE ABOVE is my landscape.
Shining threads show up in every touch.
They pull me up and let me fall down relieved into an inevitable reality.
I am a book to be opened.
A book of twists and turns.
In my dreams I confess to a life.
HERE ABOVE I can immerse myself in surges.
Create. Show myself unlocked and step to the open window.
Entrust my acumen to fine ears. Experience words like a shy touch.
HERE ABOVE I am in my right mind.
Emotionally active.
No fire burning under the roof here.
Here is freedom of movement.
In the tower I may be as I really am.
Sitting in a matchbox and resting from all the assaults.
The tormentors.
Like a wanderer in the birth canal of time.
Here I can be like a human being and await the end of my subjugation.
No empty halls promise me happiness.
Here is my peace.
My primal state.
My source.
Here I can touch myself protected.
Here I can touch myself protected.
At night I can whisper unmistakably divided.
Profound spirits indicate to me the rising.
I accompany their play.
No undetected evasion.
It is rather like a deep cutting in the same-sense beginning and end.
The appearance of my naked face is educated and full of contradictions.
But my spirits know me.
They protect me, give me comfort and love.
Contemplating, contemplating, they raise from the twilights a seemingly happy bond.
Moved by their grace, I find myself in the best of company.)
HERE ABOVE is a nest in heaven.
Here I am joyful like a bird escaping from its cage.(DELAY)
My silent eyes, gasping for free air, lie braided beneath my brow in a peach orchard.
in a peach orchard.....in a peach orchard....in a peach orchard....in a peach orchard.in a peach orchard.in a peach orchard.in a peach orchard.
HERE ABOVE I can touch in my gentleness behind life in time.
HERE ABOVE I can
HERE ABOVE I can
HERE ABOVE I can
In a peach orchard.in a peach orchard.in a peach orchard.in a peach orchard.
In a peach orchard..in a peach orchard.
HERE ABOVE I can touch in my gentleness behind life in time.
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