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Created for the Looptalk User Contest | August 2022 | SAMPLES & LOOPS

Only samples and loops IL provides for free were allowed. No synths and generators at all.

Have fun :)

Are You Here (to Move)

Original Instrumental by Arma Ignifera @herronsound 
"Too Much Sugary Cereals" 
https://soundcloud.com/herronsound/too-much-sugary-cereals
Brass & Guitare by The Magnetic Dog Sisters @themagneticdogsisters
Lyrics & Vocals by Mariam Zohra D : Myrh
Art by Enigma Curry @enigmacurry from a photo by Oliver Stark of Myrh's flowery hat.

My Suppetish Wish by Arma Ignifera, with Myrh & The Magnetic Dog Sisters

could not resist playing around with my own stuff
samples
Dr Tim Leary; Think for yourself

noxpox - Rats In Tomato Sauce (GERMAN BEATS REMIX)

My white swan

The most beautiful journeys
on the most beautiful shores
out of sight
you stole them for me

the sweetest of faces 
and facade smiles 
to hide the ravagers
of a brutal childhood

i think of you 
whaterver the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like before 
My white swan 

All that remains from you 
are those old pictures 
of an unfailing friendship
but i haven't turned the page

i think you 
whatever the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like chasing the wind
we were like kings 
we were like beggars
my brother in blood 
my white swan 

Far away , i keep far away 
from those who called you « the black swan »
far away , from envious and means 
who understood nothing 
who just couldn 't even … see 

i think of you 
whaterver the weather is 
i dream of you 
just like before 
i look for you sometimes
in the corners of time 
my brother in blood 
my white swan

Mon Cygne Blanc (translated lyrics in description)

I sometimes feel like flying away.....

Released 10 Sept 2022

Spotify

Fly Away

End of summer = longing for endless summer 
Pure EDM in Tomorrowland atmosphere
Written, performed and produced by Deep Sky Musics 
Corsica September 2022

Thinking of you... so far across the ocean.... 
💚

Seasons of You * End of Summer EDM from the Isle

Solitarian

Bandcamp

Tiger Lily

Venus Gospel

https://youtu.be/9HWWjVgO1Ok
Demopgraphically, botanically (in ornitholgical terms) and musically not quite correctly orchestrated, it reflects just what I feel when looking at this monument. Nature, geology and millions of years of erosion, weathering, continental drift produce such wonderful things. 

Strange...I can't help but think of the movie "Picnic at Hanging Rock"...and Mrs. Appleyard.

Enjoy this mishmash of different instruments.

🎞️ Video

Uluru (Secrets)

Pośród zgiełku.Linia życia(suplement)/IIn the midst of the hustle and bustle. Lifeline(supplement)

a couple of tracks by Marco Lucchi re-imagined by Wilfried Hanrath

settembre 2022

Marco Lucchi & Wilfried Hanrath - Rainbowing

Don’t go to sleep
Don’t go to sleep now
Through waves of ether
Peddlers of pernicious antidotes to life
Would have one drift through waves of ether
Don’t go to sleep 
Don’t go to sleep now
Curious cures poised to penetrate
To cut through the flimsy cloth of existence 
Through waves of ether
Mother Father Sister Brother
Mother Father Sister Brother
Don’t go to sleep
Don’t go to sleep now
“Nobody’s seen the Sandman
Nobody’s seen the Sandman…”
Mother Father Sister Brother
Don’t go to sleep…

Ether

mystery

Mystery

My new song with piano, electric piano, bass, drums, koto, synths and vocals! 😊🎶❤️🎹🎤

Thank you to my lovely bf Sander for this gorgeous master. @wane-of-summer 😊❤️

PERMISSION

2022-09-12

NLS - 2022 - 09 - 12  under the temple vault

READ THE ACCOMPANYING POEM HERE >> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-gravedigger/

All drums and percussion: R Thomas
Guitars, synths, scraping sounds, vocals, bass, lyre, slide lyre, lyrics: PS Perkins
Mix and master by PS Perkins and R Thomas

E'en that...

Who'll supply the shovels used to split the sacred soil?
And who will help the spirit shuffle off this mortal coil?
Who'll embalm the body, who will mummify the husk?
And who will sail the flaming ship into the drowning dusk?

And who will dig the grave digger's grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will bury them?

Who is going to drive the hearse and consecrate the wine?
Who is going to build the box from the gnarled and knotty pine?
Who will be the artifex to decorate the tomb?
And who will bribe the jackal waiting at the gates of doom?

And who will dig the grave digger's grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will dig the grave diggers grave?
Who will bury them?

E'en that...

"In youth, when I did love, did love,
Methought it was very sweet,
To contract, O, the time, for, ah, my behove,
O, methought, there was nothing meet."*

But age, with it's stealing steps
Hath clawed me in it's clutches
Age, with its stealing steps.

E'en that...


*From Shakespeare's Hamlet Act 5

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Grave Digger

Jo Richter @sonic-textures a.k.a. Sonic Textures and Silent Stretches produced a really fascinating soundscape with poetry that he offered as an open collaboration. Here is the link to the original:
https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/concatenandus?in=sonic-textures/sets/open-for-collaboration
Here is a link to a version which Stonerjazz @user-911083679 added to. My remix is working from this one:
https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0049wav
And if you'd like to hear one more iteration of this open collab, here is a great one from Nic: https://soundcloud.com/nic_nic_nic/concatenandus-nic-version 

I was quite fascinated by Jo's poem. See below for the lyrics.  I added the full text back in after chopping up some elements of it to create this soundscape, and when it the words sit on top they line up in some very interesting serendipitous ways.

I also have just released a version with soundscape only and just snippets of words left in the background, in case you'd like to hear without the poem overlaid:
http://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/photographs

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Lyrics / copyright jo richter:
concatenandus - (on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography)

she kept wondering about all those photographs
that show flowing hair and wide, wind-swept robes
until she understood: those ropes connect halves
of a self that's caught and its dasein-based scopes

what is my real size if it's not epidermical skin?
the reach of my voice? my status, hierarchical clout?
my environmental footprints, global, within?
my life's agenda? some will being lived out?

what is my true reach into psyche, space, time?
which pasts do shape my tribulations and loves?
she thought of herself as a poor poet's rhyme,
as a reflection of life in a stock photograph.

a stranger wave of understanding hit her
when she unfolded into the moment -
she was not singled out, her whole world was with her
she was connected in a well-worn arrangement

of events manifest: she yelled out with joy:
birds nest in my hair, my feet walk the ground
this self tried to bind me, this gravitational ploy
but beyond all that hassle, spins a world that is round

Words & Photographs: Concatenandus Remix with Jo Richter's full poem

Check out, Ducks on Quack in Space, also on Soundcloud. https://soundcloud.com/user-713093027

The Famous Butter Delay

I Miss The Sirens

Living High

Life without music would be too bleak to endure!
#Indie

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