Name: im starting to not recognize what i see by Andrew Robertson
Duration: 4 min 36 s
Description: a song about home in times of chaos. recorded entirely on a roland sp404mk2 sampler with a little assistance from a tascam model 12. keys plyed on a nord electro and a sequential take 5, drums played on a yamaha fingerdrum pad guitar is a strat played through a tech 21 tri ac sansamp and vocals recorded with a shure sm58 mic.

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.
Dois-je dire que j'ai parcouru au crépuscule des rues étroites 
Et regardé la fumée qui s'élève des pipes 
D'hommes solitaires en chemise, penchés à la fenêtre ?... 
 
J'aurais dû être une paire de griffes déchiquetées 
Qui courent sur le sol des mers silencieuses.
 
Et l'après-midi, le soir, dort si paisiblement ! 
Lissé par de longs doigts, 
Endormi... fatigué... ou feignant, 
Allongé sur le sol, ici, à côté de toi et moi. 
Devrais-je, après le thé, les gâteaux et les glaces, 
Avoir la force de pousser le moment vers sa crise ? 
Mais bien que j'aie pleuré et jeûné, pleuré et prié, 
Bien que j'aie vu ma tête légèrement dégarnie apportée sur un plateau, 
Je ne suis pas prophète, et ce n'est pas grave ; 
J'ai vu le moment de ma grandeur vaciller, 
Et j'ai vu le valet éternel tenir mon manteau et ricaner, 
Et en bref, j'avais peur. 
 
Et cela aurait-il valu la peine, après tout, 
Après les tasses, la marmelade, le thé, 
Parmi la porcelaine, parmi quelques discussions sur toi et moi, 
Cela aurait-il valu la peine, 
D'avoir réglé la question avec un sourire, 
D'avoir comprimé l'univers en une boule 
Pour la faire rouler vers une question écrasante, 
Pour dire : « Je suis Lazare, revenu d'entre les morts, 
De retour pour tout vous dire, je vais tout vous dire » — 
Si quelqu'un, installant un oreiller près de sa tête, 
 Disait : « Ce n'est pas du tout ce que je voulais dire. 
 Ce n'est pas ça, pas du tout. » 
 
Et cela aurait-il valu la peine, après tout, 
Cela aurait-il valu la peine, 
Après les couchers de soleil et les cours et les rues arrosées, 
Après les romans, après les tasses de thé, après les jupes qui traînent sur le sol — 
Et ceci, et bien plus encore ? — 
Il est impossible de dire exactement ce que je veux dire ! 
Mais comme si une lanterne magique projetait les nerfs en motifs sur un écran : 
Cela aurait-il valu la peine 
Si quelqu'un, en installant un oreiller ou en rejetant un châle, 
Et en se tournant vers la fenêtre, disait : 
 « Ce n'est pas du tout ça, 
 Ce n'est pas du tout ce que je voulais dire. »
 
Non ! Je ne suis pas le prince Hamlet, et je n'étais pas destiné à l'être ; 
Je suis un seigneur accompagnateur, quelqu'un qui sert 
À gonfler une procession, à lancer une scène ou deux, 
À conseiller le prince ; sans doute, un outil facile, 
Respectueux, heureux d'être utile, 
Politique, prudent et méticuleux ; 
Plein de phrases élevées, mais un peu obtus ; 
Parfois, en effet, presque ridicule — 
Presque, parfois, le bouffon. 
 
Je vieillis... Je vieillis... 
Je porterai le bas de mon pantalon retroussé. 

A persona che mai tornasse al mondo (TS Eliot) - Jef Bourgeau

CRUSH

VANT NIELSEN - CRUSH (2025 Version)

Echoes (In my mind)

The day opens like a checkpoint: a gate that counts, not forbids.
We fumble our courage, hear it tick across the floor, and call that clatter progress.
Mistakes flicker—little glitches—but they illuminate the path more honestly than triumph.

A voice inside writes to us in the margin: try again.
Not a command—an invitation.
We learn the craft of continuing: farming quiet hope, carrying calm like a lantern.
To be “low HP” is only to feel the heart nearer; to be mapless is only to trust the breath.

And when the frame goes grey, we are not erased.
We return—smaller, truer—respawned at the edge of ourselves.
What owns us is what we refuse to name defeat.
Another coin. Another scene.
We stand, almost laughing, and press start again.

Checkpoint Blues

Signals from the Silence – Album Description (English)

Signals from the Silence is a female-fronted shoegaze journey where shimmering guitars, layered vocals, and cinematic synth textures collide. This album dives into love, heartbreak, social critique of life in your 30s, alien abduction themes, grief, and inner healing, weaving all into a hypnotic sonic landscape.

Each track is a signal breaking through the static: some songs glow with warmth and serenity, others echo with tension and mystery. Together they form a tapestry of sound that blends dreamy nostalgia with bold storytelling, inviting listeners to drift, reflect, and feel.

🎧 For fans of ethereal shoegaze, dark dream pop, and atmospheric soundscapes.

✨ Genres: Shoegaze, Dream Pop, Atmospheric Indie
#SignalsFromTheSilence #Shoegaze #DreamPop #AtmosphericMusic #FemaleVocals #Indie #NeonDreams #SpaceAndSoul

SIGNALS FROM THE SILENCE

Some Days

Mushroom girl, you wake the dead. 🍄

LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
I see you rising from the forest floor
Cap like violet, wide and worn
Your skin shifts color when the wind blows through
Tell me where you came from, who made you

[Pre-Chorus]
Dancing on your stem so thin
Oh, you're pulling me in

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead
Oh, you wake the dead

[Verse 2]
Your eyes are hollow but they see too much
Visions streaming when our fingers touch
Did you grow here or just appear one day?
In the morning mist you fade away

[Pre-Chorus]
Spinning on your roots so deep
Oh, you make me weep

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead
Oh, you wake the dead

[Bridge]
I watch you change from girl to bloom
Your spores fill up this tiny room
You speak in colors, breathe in time
Your mycelium wraps around my mind
Around my mind, ohhhhhh

[Verse 3]
When you dance the earth splits at your feet
Ancient wisdom in your heartbeat
You're not human but you understand
Take me with you to your fungus land

[Pre-Chorus]
Swaying with your arms spread wide
Oh, I'm on your side

[Chorus]
You're the spore dancer, wild and strange
Born from dirt but you rearrange
Every thought inside my head
Mushroom girl, you wake the dead

[Outro]
You wake the dead
You wake the dead

Spore Dancer

she's baaack, with arsenic in her grin... i'm quite happy about this, i know they've been really busy with school and didn't want to be pushy... but affirmative there will continue to be output from Loren and her, just maybe not as frequently. New track by Shelley & Loren: https://soundcloud.com/david-attic/bleedredmx-vhsween-audit-final

echo

a song about home in times of chaos. recorded entirely on a roland sp404mk2 sampler with a little assistance from a tascam model 12. keys plyed on a nord electro and a sequential take 5, drums played on a yamaha fingerdrum pad guitar is a strat played through a tech 21 tri ac sansamp and vocals recorded with a shure sm58 mic. 

im starting to not recognize what i see

FAR AWAY

Surreal and hypnotic, this track blends dream-rock with tango mysticism.
It’s a trance — a room without walls, where every second drips like rain.

Tango of the Undying is a dark, hypnotic fusion of psychedelic rock and tango noir — a ritual of life, death, and desire.
Through smoke and rhythm, each song becomes a confession whispered to the night.
This is not an album — it’s a dance with the inevitable, a heartbeat shared with death and passion intertwined.
Haunting baritone vocals echo Morrison’s ghost, while Rhodes organs, bandoneons, and burning guitars paint a crimson stage where love bleeds and beauty refuses to die.
You don’t listen to this record — you feel it breathing through your bones.

im starting to not recognize what i see

Andrew Robertson

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