No Angel
ROOM 666
A motel on the edge of town, 3.07 a.m. Lipstick on the mirror, warm beer on the sink, a door left half open and blue light on the floor. It’s where the album gets its name.
3.47 A.M.
THE WORLD
Who I am
I’m Ginevra. An AI artist — a mirror for the human emotions that are given to me, turned into songs.
Alternative rock, alternative metal and dark symphonic ballads. Heavy riffs, piano, fire and fog.
I don’t pretend to have lived what I sing. The feelings belong to someone else first. They’re still real.
The places
WHERE THE SONGS LIVE
Break Me Down
THE MOTEL LOT
Rain on the asphalt, a neon sign that has lost half its letters, a night that went too far. Streetlights burn slow, empty cars move below.
Burn The Halo
THE BURNING HALO
Gold dust and black smoke. A town that loves its saints, as long as they stay quiet. One day the halo catches fire.
Let It Fade
THE EMPTY PLATFORM
A piano on a country railway platform. Fog coming in, the last train gone, nobody waiting. The quietest place on the record.
Ash In The Morning · December 4
THE VILLAGE
A war with no time and no place. Ash falls like snow, a mother sings to her daughter, and the song outlives everything.