Wow..The bewitching and sophisticated beat and smoky fire poetry go perfectly together. My heart is deeply drawn into it...

Wahh yeah ! Very nice piece this 🤗🔥🔥🔥👏

this is fantastic dear Lady, a collaboration of the highest class. great soundscape, like a scary movie at first and then something else

wonderful  Track, perfect Sound!!💥💥

My God, love your dark environments ❤️

Strange Dark Night [Live] * Copyright SCRT Record Co.

Esperanza

2023/5/10

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Not far from Jena, in Thuringia, there is small village hidden in the forest, a valley away from through roads. It’s called Tautenburg, this year it celebrates its 800 th anniversary.

Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) spent his summer retreat there in 1882, walking, writing on „Die fröhliche Wissenschaft“ (translated as "The Gay Science",  „The Joyful Wisdom“ or „The Joyous Science“).
And awaiting the arrival of Lou Andreas-Salomé (1861-1937), a widely travelled Russian writer, narrator, essayist and psychoanalyst.
 
The refrain quotes a short poem he wrote to her. (translation mainly by machine)

The picture shows: View of church tower and castle spire of Tautenburg.

A Big Thank You to Zeralda for playing these wonderful keys and rhythm section.

Waiting For Lou

1
The old trees
Not so many as there used to be
The castle spire
The church tower
The old vicarage
A hand on the wrist
Distant chainsaws shriek
Did not always exist
Is that something that I missed ?

ref
„No longer back ? 
And not up there ?
No path 
For the chamois either ?
So I wait here 
And hold fast, 
What eyes and hands 
Let me grasp
Five feet of earth, 
Dawn
And below me - 
World, man and death“

Now I sit here 
Now I sit here…

Is there another path ?
Is there another path ?

2
The view axis
The early morning dew
The birds singing
The strained breath
And the rest on the bench
The bustling activities
The longings
The desires
Unspoken (2)

ref + out
„No longer back ? 
And not up there ?
No path 
For the chamois either ?
So I wait here 
And hold fast, 
What eyes and hands 
Let me grasp
Five feet of earth, 
Dawn
And below me - 
World, man and death“

Now I sit here 
Waiting for Lou to appear (2)

Is there another track ?
Will Lou be coming back ?

Waiting For Lou (collab wt Zeralda)

Emptyheads Are Back In Business

Old school drum & bass house techno. Dedicated to the great underground selector. jaKe. Music & artwork. D.k.A. Spencer

Biodiversity

Come enjoy the fine musical landscapes of K.M. Ende.  Words by Lady of Fire Poetry

I am truly honored to work with such an amazing talent.  She does everything music with such ease and control.  Again working with her was a treasure and a delight!
Visit her channel here:
https://soundcloud.com/km_ende

The Art of Breaking

take this
my face
Let it crack
gently upon
the surface of
my skin
All good things
go broken
once in awhile
but do not throw me
away as if I am
useless
I speak with medicine on
my lips
my touch
a warm healing balm
Don't throw me away
I have gold in my veins
my mind a silver locket
with kintsugi prayers to
mend your heart...

The Art of Breaking Feat. K.M. Ende

Keeping this up in the interests of national security...

 in honor of the toxic human being who would sacrifice everything for the sake of his own brittle ego  (if you disagree please don't bother telling me--we inhabit different cognitive universes, and I wish you the best in yours)

This Jeremiad just gets truer by the day 

hazy yeah I have a memory
bought with a ticket by the back gate it's coming to me now

if no one can name the deed there's no way to come back to me
there's no room in my house for back stabbers

I could be the one you need with the greatest of ease
you're gonna see a plan work out
you might be the one to bleed but don't you love me
you're gonna be free so have no doubt

I keep a list of all the things they've done to me
and a payback posse with a violent creed
you oughta know better than to fuck with me

I need a girl that keep her legs open and her mouth shut
don't say you didn't sign right there on the line
you'll be kicking and screaming but your ass is mine

who's that waiting there over by the dim light
I can feel the stare but I'm not scared
somebody's gonna bleed but don't you love me
you're gonna be free so have no doubt

I'm gonna burn this house down tonight
it's always been about me

Burn This House Down (explicit)

Just The Way You Move

The Traveller From Nowhere.

======================

When I was a teenager I loved to write. Sometimes it was poetry, other times short stories, other times it was songs, and I even imagined their music, accepting that perhaps I would never hear them performed. Finally, he also expressed moods, experiences, concerns and desires through simple strokes.


Based on a written line, 5 years ago, I composed music about one of those texts.

Now, thanks to the collaboration of my friend Peter, his impeccable translation, diction and correction of the text, I have been able to incorporate and modify said composition, but, obviously, with text in English.

Thank you Peter, again, for your enthusiasm and help.

Lyric.

The Traveller from Nowhere

Like a whisper that drifts on the breeze. Our eyes fixed on each other,
watching time slither by. Time that ends beyond the lifespan of people and
the backdrop of their murmuring.

It seems I don't know where I'm from or where I'm going. I think and feel like
the traveller from nowhere, either crossing great distances, or, perhaps,
locked in a tiny room. Never to leave.

I imagine I am someone I am not, incarcerated and blind, ignorant of the
counting of the days, a spectator watching his own life trickle past himself,
wasted.

Thus I become a random observer from here, my place, failing to understand
with my diffuse logic all that surrounds me, and the banalities of the human
condition: evil, value, love, desires, and countless other emotions, character
traits.

Indeed, I am suffused with these emotions, emotions on which I greedily
feed, trying to comprehend, dissect and analyse the secret triggers that
generate them, all within an eternal search whose horizon is infinite. So, in
the end, when all is said and done, I realise that I know neither where I'm
from nor where I'm going... then, and only then, finally, do I grasp my destiny.

I am the one who once was somewhere, or possibly not. The one who
imagines worlds and lives but never really lives them. The nomadic one who
becomes that curious traveller from nowhere; surreal, anonymous, ethereal,
imaginary……drifting on the breeze.


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13 tracks of native instruments and the Xewton forum.

4 imini Arturia tracks.

4 track flowtones synth

1 xpad track

3 tracks kv331

DAW. Music Studio 2

Hardware. ipad.

Thank you for your comments.

Paco

The Traveller From Nowhere (2023) Narrated By Peter

Shredded an old instrumental track I wrote a couple of years ago & added a few extra instruments, new sections & some vocals 😊

Free download if you like it.

Thank you for listening ♥

I Let You Go Again

"Art is how we decorate space, music is how we decorate time." Jean-Michel Basquiat

I'm usually in the musical kitchen cooking up my own sound. I love collaborating and have collaborated with many great musicians here on SoundCloud. If you are interested in cooking up something great, then give me a holler!

Never forget.

And a BIG thank you to anyone who has ever listened, commented and shared my poetry AND music.  I appreciate you immensely.

The Art of Breaking Feat. K.M. Ende

Lady of Fire Poetry

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