vague003 - drowning loop

Fourth of July slowed & reverbed
instrumental

Fourth of July slowed & reverbed (instrumental)

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n i g h t f a l l

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cassette tapes available:
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Revisiting one's artistic practices is a dialogue with past versions of oneself. This reassessment holds enormous potential for new aesthetic forms and meanings, directed towards the future.

This album is a compilation of alternative versions of previously released works and new ones that have not been published before.

produced and mastered by Vlas Presnetsov (Blear Moon)
tape processing by Kirill Yazinin
released December 22, 2023 via Three Head Tapes records

Revisions

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Blear Moon - Maples

I chose this solitude. Or perhaps it chose me—an unspoken pact made in silence, in the hollow hours where no voices linger but my own. Here, where the winds sing only to themselves and the sun strips away all illusion, I find clarity. Painful, sharp-edged clarity.

It is in this loneliness that I create. The silence carves space for thoughts too fragile for the noise of the world, and yet… this same silence gnaws at me, whispering truths I cannot unhear. For with every word, I feel more severed from the life I once knew, from the warmth of presence, the comfort of being, being seen.

There are moments, brief as the mirage, when I wonder if I have wandered too far. If this isolation, once a sanctuary, has become my exile. The same sun that reveals also burns. And so I wrestle with myself, torn between the freedom of this emptiness and the quiet terror of vanishing within it.

I do not regret the choice, though I ache beneath its weight. Perhaps some truths can only be unearthed in this desolation, where there is nothing left to distract from the echoes within. But I wonder—when my voice returns to the world, will anyone still be listening?

Or will I have become nothing but another ghost lost in the dunes? 

winter letters (#2)

penda's fen

There’s a strange weight to the truth when it arrives too late—like hearing the echo of a song long after the music has ended. It lingers, but it no longer belongs to you. I think that’s how it feels when people slip away.

You can’t reach back. You can’t unlive the silence. People fade, and you are left holding only the outline of what they once meant to you.

There’s a cruelty in how memory works. The faces blur first, the sound of their voice grows fainter. Yet the ache stays sharp. Regret doesn't scream—it whispers, persistent and low, reminding you of the moments you let slip through your fingers.

The times you could have shown up, could have spoken, could have been something more than a spectator in your own life.

And the worst part? The world moves on. The streets stay loud, the days keep passing, and you are the only one still haunted by the ghosts of what was left undone.

what was left (winter letters 3.1)

locked inside forever
i can't find, the matter
i'm trapped inside my head

@lbedo alchemy

Feel So Close To You

Song Information & Credits

Produced @ Radical Life Studios
Created by X-TAC Music

This track was crafted with passion and precision, blending unique sounds and deep emotions. Feel free to edit, remix, or enhance – but always respect the artistry behind it.

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penda's fen

𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐫

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