Story of Albert Hofmann (Psy Doktor @liloscheli)
psychedelic rock hymn, mystical female-led pagan folk rock, ethereal female vocals from intimate whispers to soaring ritual chants, lush layered harmonies and cosmic choirs, late-60s style psychedelic guitars with fuzz, wah and dreamy reversed ambience, harpsichord and Hammond organ counterlines adding baroque elegance, hypnotic pagan dance folk groove with hand drums, tambourine and shakers, deep analog bass with warm midrange growl, punchy live drums with rolling toms and vintage tape compression, flute and hurdy-gurdy accents, Mellotron and vintage synth pads creating cosmic aura, subtle string swells and brass flourishes, expressive slide and bluesy guitar solos with lyrical sustain, modal folk melodies and mystical motifs, cavernous echo and reverb-drenched atmospheres, warm analog saturation, wide cinematic stereo image, sensual, mysterious, ceremonial, euphoric and transcendent
Story of Albert Hofmann (Psy Doktor @liloscheli)
psychedelic rock hymn, mystical female-led pagan folk rock, ethereal female vocals from intimate whispers to soaring ritual chants, lush layered harmonies and cosmic choirs, late-60s style psychedelic guitars with fuzz, wah and dreamy reversed ambience, harpsichord and Hammond organ counterlines adding baroque elegance, hypnotic pagan dance folk groove with hand drums, tambourine and shakers, deep analog bass with warm midrange growl, punchy live drums with rolling toms and vintage tape compression, flute and hurdy-gurdy accents, Mellotron and vintage synth pads creating cosmic aura, subtle string swells and brass flourishes, expressive slide and bluesy guitar solos with lyrical sustain, modal folk melodies and mystical motifs, cavernous echo and reverb-drenched atmospheres, warm analog saturation, wide cinematic stereo image, sensual, mysterious, ceremonial, euphoric and transcendent
Lyrics
Outro
In Basel, nineteen forty-three, the world was cold and grey,
A curious chemist searching, for the truth that ran away.
He found the Ergot crystals, a vial set aside,
He thought: "It must be harmless," where the secrets love to hide.
Two-hundred-fifty micrograms, the error was so small,
But the key to the cosmos, was waiting for the fall.
The minutes stretched to hours, the wall began to breathe,
He knew the rules he trusted, he had to let them leave.
Riding! Riding! Through the violet night!
His body melts, his soul takes flight!
Riding! Riding! The Boléro in his head,
He thought he was dying, resurrected from the dead!
He swung onto the bicycle, the world began to crawl,
The neighbor was a demon, the trees broke free from all!
The streets dissolved to fluid, the sky turned green and vast,
The colors were exploding, the future was the past!
He saw the hidden engine, the universe employed,
And knew that all of mankind, could not be destroyed.
You must die to live... you must surrender to see...
The mirror shatters, the fear must flee...
The dosage was the doorway... the truth is the light...
The wave is breaking! The wave is near! The fear is now all gone!
The sun is rising! The sun is rising! From dusk until the dawn!
SUNRISE! SUNRISE! The gates are open wide!
We dance in the light, with nothing left to hide!
SUNRISE! SUNRISE! From Basel to the world,
A new age has begun, a new flag unfurled!
[Whisper]: LSD... LSD...
Slow fade out