Name: Desolate Space by An Auronaut
Duration: 6 min 46 s
Description: Stranded. Lost. Alone in space. A distress signal is broadcast. Does anyone respond?

Une magnifique exposition musicale sombre et émouvante, bravo ! 🙏🍀😍👍🎧🎶

Loving this minimalist sound. Peaceful even when eerie.

I love these melancholy droning tones. Very moody, effective and visceral.

Original Score inspired by the Dan Hanks novel The way up is Death

ASCEND

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it feels like i’m sinking

Here's a brief little piece from 1999. "Coast". Somber in tone, but in the end ... you know where you are. Recorded to tape in 1999, using the WS EX and my old Technics cassette deck, which I still have but it doesn't work as it should now. This was all about the sound, and in a way the slight change in tempo as well. None of it was planned, except for the programmed sound. 😌

I think I had the gain up too high when I first recorded it, as it was clipping. I cut the volume here but it's still not a smooth as I'd like it to be. But, I'm just glad I kept those tapes in the first place! 🤞

Coast

Coast 𓇼 ❀ ࿔* ☾ (Korg Wavestation EX, Recorded on Tape in 1999)

Texte Français et Google traduction

Dans mes rêves inutiles tu ne reviendras pas
Sous mes paupières fragiles coulent des larmes de froid
En vain toutes mes excuses, mes remords si profonds
Tout ce que tu refuses puisque tu me dis non

Dans mes rêves inutiles je chasse toutes les raisons
Mes erreurs malhabiles au couperet sans pardon
Exprimant mes regrets la force de mon poing
Ne servira jamais si tu ne tends la main

Dans mes rêves inutiles repasse le language
De ces moments fragiles qui ont fait nos orages
De mes sous-entendus aux menaces cruelles
Reste l’amour perdu au coin d’une ruelle

Dans mes rêves inutiles je n’ose pas trop y croire
Que des mots imbéciles ont finis notre histoire
Dans nos querelles sans fin les jours d’épais brouillard
Gardaient des lendemains qui redonnaient l’espoir

Dans mes rêves inutiles il me coule de source
Une ivresse indocile d’un baiser de ta bouche
Mais ta mémoire sauvage d’un passé sans lendemain
A fermer toutes les pages de notre court destin

Mais ta mémoire sauvage d’un passé sans lendemain
A fermer toutes les pages de notre court destin

IN MY DREAMS UNUSED

In my useless dreams you will not come back
Under my fragile eyelids flow tears of cold
In vain all my excuses, my remorse so deep
All you refuse because you tell me no

In my useless dreams I chase all the reasons
My clumsy mistakes with the cleaver without forgiveness
Expressing my regret the strength of my fist
Will never serve if you do not reach out

In my useless dreams the language returns
From those fragile moments that made our storms
From my innuendo to cruel threats
Rest lost love at the corner of an alley

In my useless dreams I do not dare to believe it too much
That foolish words have finished our story
In our endless quarrels the days of thick fog
Keeping tomorrow that gave back hope

In my useless dreams it flows to me
An indecent drunkenness of a kiss from your mouth
But your savage memory of a past without a future
To close all the pages of our short destiny

But your savage memory of a past without a future
To close all the pages of our short destiny

DANS MES RÊVES INUTILES (Création Alain GUERIN) - Chant: ZOZIO

Many thanks to Tanisha Jackland https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire for this wonderful piece of poetry ✰ ✰

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Lessons are Learnt
until they come around
again 
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breadth and width
the Imprint of Wisdom like Nazca Lines on our Soul

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