Orbit

The Triad

Stripped back version of Dylan's song with slightly modified chord structure.

I have made it downloadable. If anyone wants to add to it, please feel free!

Baby Blue (Dylan cover)

On May 10, 1996, three officers of the Indo-Tibetan Border Police, Tsewang Samanla, Dorje Morup, and Tsewang Paljor, were part of a six-man expedition to reach the summit of Mount Everest.  Delayed and facing a storm, the three decided to disregard orders and press on while the rest of the team turned back.  Around 18:00 the climbers radioed their expedition leader back at base camp to inform that they had reached the summit.  While credited with summiting, whether they actually reached the summit or not is to this date debated.

These two songs wouldn’t exist if not for the irony surrounding the perishment of one of the climbers, Tsewang Paljor.  The irony is that Paljor became famous not in life but in death and simply because of the fact that his lifeless, frozen body, which no person or entity cared to remove from the side of the trail for at least 19 years, ended up becoming a landmark and reference point to climbers, his humanity reduced to an almost comical nickname stemming from the mountaineering boots on his feet and their bright yellowish-green color.  A Google search today of the keywords “Tsewang” and “Paljor” brings up, as the first result, a Wikipedia article entitled not “Tsewang Paljor”, but “Green Boots”.

“Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 1: Ascenso y muerte” is my reflection on Paljor’s resolve to climb, then the climb itself, then the summiting (or the thinking they had summited), and finally the descent and the exhaustion, confusion, and acceptance of defeat that probably came with it and the probable realization of impending death that frozen night as he lay curled up on his side, donning his brightly-colored mountaineering apparel, under a crevasse at the side of the climbers’ trail at 28,000 feet.

“Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 2: Fiesta en Leh” is an imagination of a summer day that Tsewang could have enjoyed as a young adult in his hometown’s capital, Leh, with friends and perhaps one or two love interests at hand.  An experience he might have remembered about during those few final minutes of his life.  

About the song names:  That isn’t me trying to be the most righteous of the lot.  Like, “look, I even include his military rank before his name, while everyone else just calls him ‘Green Boots’.”  I’m not trying to be judgmental or pretentious.  In fact, up until the last few minutes the songs were going to be called “Helado en altura 1” and “Helado en altura 2”.  “Helado en altura” translates roughly to “Ice cream at high altitude”, and is a pun because in Spanish “Helado” can also mean a frozen person, animal or thing.  So, for the cover artwork, I literally searched for frozen corpses in snow-capped mountains.  Not necessarily with those keywords.  And happened on Green Boots.  It was like the third result.  But ultimately, I felt it would be in bad taste to be so literal and use the pic and do the pun and all that.  In a way, the song titles are an atonement for my previous intentions.  And a pair of songs to honor a man who found very little dignity in death.  Some may point out the old adage that there “is no dignity in death”.  I’d say as so much else in life, that it’s a matter of degree.

Thanks for taking the time to read, and above all listen.  I hope you “get” the songs, and above all, enjoy them.  (No pun intended with “above”.)

Note:  from the information I had access to on the World Wide Web, Paljor’s body has not been officially identified or removed to this day.  However, it was last reported seen in 2015.  Its current location and state is, to the best of my web knowledge, unknown.

Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 2: Fiesta en Leh

Soulful track that keeps your feet tapping !!

Unknown album (30/05/2012 11:48:17)

The Right Way. [Original]

About THE ARRIVAL – the album and the new title song release: 
A mission: To help raise the collective consciousness through high vibe music. We are driven by purpose and passion. 
The Arrival album is a philosophy, our culture and way of life. It's who we are and how we want to resonate thru the musical Universe. 

It's worth it to take a chance and do something unique and authentic, even if there's a risk of not having everyone on board. We make the music we are inspired and guided to make, and we go "all in". 
We believe in what we are creating. And that is incredibly important. No one will believe you if you don't 💯 stand by your creative instincts and reason.

THE ARRIVAL

THE ARRIVAL (album version)

The magic wand is given to me.
I only have to know how to use it.
Leo Tolstoy (1828 - 1910), Lev Nikolaevich Count Tolstoy, Russian storyteller and novelist

Phantasmagoria (Heart Of Elvendome)

Cosmic Spaces

Backroom Freestyle

Sing to you
Words so true
Straight from the heart
No-one knows
Hold you close
Right from the start
Who should care?
Just be aware
We all play our part

CHORUS
We live a life so peaceful on our own
We built a life so perfect on our own
And life it has a purpose on our own
We're tired making excuses for aliens

Nothing wrong
We both belong
Forever entwined
For what its worth
We rule the Earth
And you blew my mind
It may sound bad
But I am glad
That we're both inclined

CHORUS
To live a life so peaceful on our own
To build a life so perfect on our own
As life it has a purpose on our own
We're tired making excuses for aliens

Excuses For Aliens

This song is about the inherent selfishness of choosing to stay blind to the injustices that marginalized people face every day. It is about choosing to ignore those injustices because your privilege allows you to ignore them, and it’s easier to turn a blind eye and bury your head in the sand. It is a wake-up call to the people of the world to check your privilege and to never stop fighting for justice for all people until we are all free!

Lyrics
What if I walked through that door
And burned this whole city down

Because I can’t look anymore without
Without breaking down

So much grief
That I weep
Time to tear it apart

Being meek is the law
When you’re not on the line

Don’t you realize that
There is no they
Just us, just us

Don’t you realize that
There is no they
Just us, just us

Breeze through
With no thought
Ignore
Keep your eyes shut tight

Acquiesce then
Forget
And walk on through
Stay blind

Have you
Ever thought to view
Yourself
In the blinding light

We are flawed
We’re all robbed
I beg of you
Just open your eyes

Don’t you realize that
There is no they
Just us, just us

Don’t you realize that
There is no they
Just us, just us

All wanting the same things
Freedom, peace, beauty

All wanting the same fucking things
Freedom, peace, and beauty

No they
Only us
Just us
Just us

No they
Only us
Just us
Just us

That is all we have
Just us
Just us

That is all there is
Just us
Just us

Backing Vocals by Jenny Chavez

Scrutiny Under The Blinding Light

Our "THREATENED TO SPILL" EP -- Another merger of two projects, Arcachata and XITX, available for your checking out today!!
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The new album In Deference To (Indifference To?) the Seminal Works now on Spotify!!
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Arcachata:
Main alcohol:  Trumpet, Piano, Acoustic and electric guitars, Monotonal and polytonal vocalisations, Bongo, Drum kit, Bass guitar, Trombone, Synthesizers, Sequencers, Percussion.

Ingredients: 1 oz rock, 1 oz trance, 1 oz avant garde, 1/2 oz instrumental hip hop, 1/2 oz metal, 1/2 oz world, 1/2 oz prog, and a splash of traditional Panamanian folk.

Preparation: Add all ingredients into sonic mindspace filled with 70’s, 80’s, 90’s and 00’s nostalgia.  Mix vigorously.  Strain electronically.  Stir gently.  Garnish with beats from the future.  Serve with some 20’s ghost whistling.

Drinkware: Store the lyrics away for the future generation.

ARCACHATA
Serving isthmian goth hop since November 2018.
Thanks for listening.
All music written and produced by Adolfo Ernesto Samudio Stec.