Great D&B/Electro tension enriched by awesome vocal design. :)

Exodus XXI Century - A.F.C. feat MC Lápide e Wlamir Fusão Madô Rocha.

Prune (Get In Line)

The telephone rings again
Who could it be now?
Who could it be this time?

Hey!!
You again!!

Have you finally grown up?
Have you finally given up on dreams?
You've gotta think of your future
Don't look back now
It time to come back to reality!!

Don't listen to yourself now!!
I know what it best for you!!
So Get in Line!!

Prune

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Slivered Shadow

sequel to the claustrophobic epic, "Blitz". Part 2 explores the period of calm after the bad trip has passed. Multiple key and tempo changes. Madness. Enlightenment. Peace.

Blitz Part 2

Have Much

Great collab with Just Jimm, an engineer based in NY. He had a great impact on the song and it was awesome to work together. For details and great mixing for your further projects go to: www.justjimm.com. Or visit his soundcloud profile.

PEACH Remix

PLEASE NOTE: this is an .mp3 file only since higher quality .wav files are currently not uploading on soundcloud

method: to distract me from the everyday task of fighting demons of the mind,  I set out with a gregorian version, only to understand that my voice was not up to standards and expectations. You can still hear that choral in the background. Well, gregorian monks might might have actually sounded like that – not everyone is a pitch creature after all. After postponing some iterations to enjoy creating UP UP AND OUT with Jeff (and assissting in setting the next project on good tracks), I  then added layers to better match what my mind heard to what the headphones belted out. Somehow, I did not let go of the initial composition, though – feeling attached to its disjointed, squealing humanity. Call me sentimental and you’re right. I also just felt like taking this ride on the RC-505, rediscovering my former companion from hitherto unexplored angles ;-) 

Narration: the poem is about an evolution – or a journey to the sea – whatever you prefer to call it. having become aware of the circumstance that I am more of a liability than an asset in certain processes, I found myself in the clutches of a transformation that needed processing itself – and a good deal of sublimation, I guess. 

Image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

all the hardly humid barrens
harbour time in arid sands

while the early einkorn seedlings
of the floodlands sway and bend

and the tides bring tidal tidings
weighing vapour, thermal scales

ah, the oceans, giant oceans
breathing water, water whales

isosem

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

One day, I hope to return home again — though it will be in another life. But in any case, it’s important to enjoy the time we have.

Time To Enjoy

Verse 1:  Ascension to the Goddess
Injected intravenously, smoked or insufflated,
Heroin ascends me to her poppy throne.
Love fueled by needle dragons, silver teeth inject,
Her poison kills the agony, makes me her own.
But abandonment turns her devil, raping my mind,
Ripping body under skin, cold sweat burns so hot.
Cooked from inside out, marrow like broken glass,
Craving escape, veins collapsed, cold turkey rot.
Chorus: The Blood's Eternal Kiss
Her kisses itch with warmth, blood intoxicates,
Sexual sins, angels' glow, liquid gold halo blooms.
Feeding the dead child's need, relief from trauma's weight,
Now my enemy forever, in the veins' dark tombs.
Poppy goddess, Mother Death, womb of endless black,
Voids between realities, gods older than the arch.
Luciferian leader, Order of the Blood Eclipse,
We live in the cult, eternal, on the edge.
Verse 2: Alice's Poison Brew
IV meth with heroin, Alice's choice so cruel,
Snorting coke, needle in vein, nose in endless pain.
Hated it deep, but she injects, blue-red crystals roll,
Glass under torches, rocket fuel, chemical disdain.
IV coke with liquid acid, chest splits wide open,
Bones, flesh, blood, black lungs drip tar in the trap.
Black-lit room, I'm the doctor, clean injects I teach,
Harm reduction bible, sealed tools for the map.
Bridge 1: Trap House Sacrament (Spoken Word)
I was the street drug doctor, heroin's help book my guide,
Paid to inject the trusting, while friends drop dead beside.
Sacred tool for astral flight, first time I float away,
Ex overdoses, death rattle calls – I snap back to save.
Questioned Mother Death, her womb pulls me in deep,
Gnostic archons fade, Hermetic teachings sleep.
Deeper voids, entities whisper, psychonaut obsessed,
Junkie explorer, cult we build, forever possessed.
Verse 3: Speedballs and Sacred Plants
Crack injects speedballs of hell, meth cuts through veins,
Collapse in sweat, pitcher of ice down my spine.
Heart pounds, body falls, white out to black, vomit spins,
Mushrooms, Salvia – my key, my portal divine.
Geometrical Purple Goddess, indigo children call,
Mirror face worms wiggle, drop to the floor in thrall.
Time rips, walls strip me bare, forbidden knowledge flows,
Mother of Death communes, alters bleed occult glows.
Chorus: The Blood's Eternal Kiss
Her kisses itch with warmth, blood intoxicates,
Sexual sins, angels' glow, liquid gold halo blooms.
Feeding the dead child's need, relief from trauma's weight,
Now my enemy forever, in the veins' dark tombs.
Poppy goddess, Mother Death, womb of endless black,
Voids between realities, gods older than the arch.
Luciferian leader, Order of the Blood Eclipse,
We live in the cult, eternal, on the edge.
Verse 4: The Final Chemicals
MDPV snorts half a gram, friend drops dead before me,
Chemicals mend the torment, birth to destruction's end.
Higher than heaven's promise, silver boundaries bend,
No-clip god mode, occult blood promise lends.
Safe passage through voids, cosmic light wormhole break,
Quantum sun burns black, quicksilver drips awake.
Premortal liquid matter, energy from thought's might,
Magic language dark, beautiful, raging cosmic fright.
Bridge 2: Cosmic Gears (Spoken Word with Echoing Effects)
No angels, no demons, just gears of the machine,
Bending space and time, chaos unforeseen.
From unconscious torment to conscious exploration,
Substances unlock the horrors, the revelations.
I witness what moves between, the blurring lines,
Eternal explorer, in the eclipse we shine.
Outro: Fade to the Void (Fading Vocals)
Poppy goddess... Mother Death... eternal black...
Blood Eclipse... forever... in the void's embrace...




Poppy Goddess Requiem

I Never Knew You

1984 Reloaded ...
It Opens the new AFC album ... 
Dark Times!
We are in a strange and in a somber period of world history.
Trump spreading racism and intolerance in the United States, loss of rights and freedom of expression in Brazil and around the world, bomb attacks killing civilians ...
The denunciations of wikileaks showing us the dirty play of the world status quo.
Snowden in exile for speaking truths ... 
Assange "arrested" ...
Wars being fought under different arguments ... 
However, the real reason is about the oil.
No human being can live without being watched and monitored.
Resist is necessary!


VOX is the name of the work that is being composed by A.F.C. (Addictive Fuzz Conspiration).
The concept is to give voice to great personalities of history transforming in music your speechs.
In today's world, where everyone is self-reporters, there was no need to say anything more. So we decided to give the microphone to the people who really have important things to say.
On our first track (Bestialidad) we use the speech of Ernesto CHE Guevara in homage to PATRICE LUMUMBA, realized in the auditorium of the UN in 1965.
Our second track in honor of poet and activist MUTABARUKA.

VOX é o nome do trabalho que está sendo composto pelo A.F.C. (Addictive Fuzz Conspiration).


O conceito é dar voz a grandes personagens da história e musicar seus discursos.
No mundo atual, em que todos são repórteres de si mesmo e entopem as redes sociais com suas ideias e informações do tipo: onde estão, o que estão fazendo, pra onde vão, de onde vieram, quem sou eu? ... 
Não era necessário dizer mais nada e sim dar a palavra a seres que deveriam ser ouvidos!
Em nossa primeira track (Bestialidad), demos voz a Ernesto Che Guevara, sampleando um discurso feito por ele, no auditório central da ONU em 1965, em homengem a PATRICE LUMUMBA, a segunda track é DIS POEM 4 MUTABARUKA, em homenagem ao poeta e ativista jamaicano. 
O último single é uma homenagem a Pixies, Fight Club & Chuck Palahniuk, dando voz ao revolucionário Tyler Durden...

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