DESCRIPTION:
Film - "Angel B"
Live in Athens (Gagarin 205 - 21/01/2011)
Video camera operators in alphabetical order:
Kostas Antonopoulos
Kostas Dimou
Vicky Evangelou
Takis Kamarias
Jenny Kapadai
Directed and edited by Kostas Antonopoulos
Pre-production and audio editing by Manolis Zavitsanos
Post production by dB http://madebydb.com/
FOH sound engineering by Thodoris Oikonomou
Sound processing by Christos Lainas
Lighting direction by Dimitris Papathanasiou
Set & costumes by En Vit Ekorre

Special thanks to each and everyone who made this project possible!

Film are:
Eleni Tzavara (vocals - synths)
Dimitris Borsis (bass - vocals - guitar - programming)
Manolis Zavitsanos (guitar)
Kostas Borsis (drums)

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http://www.inner-ear.gr/gr/artists/2-film

artist: Film
song: Angel B
album: Angel B

it came through half lit corridors and stairs
red eyes white hair
you've felt this too in 1982
at home at school
it turned all of those blonde girls to brunettes
we jumped we danced
you've felt this too in 1982
at home at school
and I kept my love locked in a station in Rome

I feel
I feel low and loved
with Scandinavian feelings

it's all
it's all white and lost
like Scandinavian evenings

wake up breakfast Twin Peaks cherry pie
Hello Goodbye
we saw it back in 1994
black wings and snow
he tripped through wires between all lonesome hearts
through tears and shaking hands
we saw it back in 1984
black wings and snow
and I found my love drowned in a fountain in Rome

I feel
I feel low and loved
with Scandinavian feelings

it's all
it's all white and lost
like Scandinavian evenings

5067 had a phone call from heaven

I feel
I feel low and loved
with Scandinavian feelings

1060 is loosing touch with his hero

it's all
it's all white and lost
like Scandinavian evenings

5067 had a phone call from heaven

I feel
I feel low and loved
with Scandinavian feelings

1060 is loosing touch with his hero

it's all
it's all white and lost
like Scandinavian evenings