This song is based on the real-time events I experienced during and before its production. While adding the highest parts of the song, I aimed to mirror the sounds I constantly heard due to Tinnitus, which prevented me from sleeping to the extent that I suffered from mild amnesia. A close friend and I initially believed these symptoms were indicative of a disorder known as Korsakoff syndrome...

Korsakoff

Kızım

Lesser Evil

Sfx Pornosu

Skye (is empty)

Bir Kız Bana Emmi Dedi

"Years later, as the dust settled on the tragic saga of John and Jane, the chilling echoes of their demise reverberated in the corridors of forensic analysis. The post-mortem report unveils a harrowing narrative of souls lost in the abyss of shattered dreams and fractured bonds, their tragedy etched in the cold, clinical language of medical examination.

John's autopsy reveals the toll of relentless despair, his heart bearing the scars of profound emotional trauma inflicted by the relentless pressures of life's disappointments. Within the chambers of his heart, once brimming with hope and ambition, now lies a void of desolation, the embers of his spirit smothered by the weight of unfulfilled promises and dreams left unattained.

Jane's examination unveils a haunting portrait of fractured resilience, her spirit fragmented by the merciless hands of betrayal and abandonment. The once-unbreakable bond between John and Jane, now dissected in the sterile environment of medical scrutiny, reveals the jagged edges of trust betrayed and loyalty forsaken.

The post-mortem findings serve as a chilling testament to the destructive power of unchecked despair and the erosion of human connection. In the cold confines of forensic analysis, the tragedy of John and Jane echoes with haunting clarity, a cautionary tale of the darkness that lurks within the depths of shattered dreams and broken hearts."

Can Sıkıntısı (Vexations)

"...Abandoned and betrayed, John Doe finds himself in a state of desolation, left high and dry as he grasps for a fleeting opportunity that dangles before him like a cruel mirage. His desperate attempt to seize this illusive chance proves futile, the bitter taste of failure lingering as he watches it slip through his fingers. This moment of disillusionment leads to the gradual detachment of Jane Doe, once a steadfast ally now distanced by the cold realities of their shared struggle. The rift between them deepens, a chasm of unspoken resentment and broken trust, as their once-unbreakable bond erodes into fragments of shattered promises and lost dreams. The unraveling of their connection eventually plunges both into a downward spiral of self-destruction, a tragic end to a story marked by dashed hopes and bitter regrets..."
(...Left high and dry, John Doe makes an attempt to seize an opportunity, which seemingly falls really short, causing the detachment of Jane Doe. This detachment eventually results in the self-destruction of the matter...)

Boşluğa (An Empty Bliss)

Döngü

Lemon Juice

Well, what ever they are up to we will put a stop to it.

Hazardous Environments

"In the haunting expanse of shadowed melodies, an unsettling tempest of hurried disarray unfolds, stirring echoes of discord and disquietude. Within this tumultuous whirlwind of sound, a troubled rush surges forth, its frenzied cadence igniting tremors of unease and whispers of vexation. Each note a dagger of doubt, each chord a lament of restless souls adrift in the abyss of aching melodies, the music weaves a tapestry of turbulent emotions, casting shadows that linger in the depths of haunted reverie."
(a troubled rush causing qualms and vexations)

Exposed

"A wretched duck's languid stride fleeing a fevered hell, yearning to vanquish the torment..."
(An ugly duck's slow march escaping its fever-like nightmare to put an end to the torture...)
GPT: It sets a vivid and imaginative scene, invoking themes of struggle, escape, and resolution. The imagery and language used can contribute to creating a unique atmosphere or mood for the song, adding depth and complexity to the listener's experience.  In the context of an experimental song, such descriptive language can enhance the song's thematic elements, allowing listeners to interpret and connect with the music on a more abstract or emotional level. It creates an intriguing premise and invites listeners to delve into the narrative or mood that the song aims to convey.  Overall, using a descriptive sentence like this for an experimental song description adds artistic flair and can pique curiosity, encouraging listeners to engage with the music in a thoughtful and imaginative way.

Çirkin Ördek Yavrusu

"In the depths of a desolate void, a spectral entity emits faint signals into the void, its ethereal whispers a desperate plea for connection, oblivious to the unsettling nature of its transmissions. The ghostly emanations, cloaked in a pall of eerie luminance, reverberate with a haunting resonance that chills the soul. Each spectral pulse carries with it an unspoken terror, an unrelenting dread that lingers in the silence, punctuated by unearthly shifts and ethereal distortions that warp the very fabric of perception, casting a shadow of foreboding across the abyss."
(...A distant entity is signaling, attempting to communicate; unaware that its signal cannot be perceived and is instead frightening. The entity's signal is eerie and fear-provoking, possessing unworldly qualities...)

Interstellar Crunch

***''He always goes back to same place, day after day, just watching it like it was yesterday. Despite the fact that it causes him tremendous anxiety; he insists on returning. He insists, it's for ''therapeutic'' reasons, but I remain skeptical. He doesn't respond well to questions about his personal life, and became extremely angry when I mentioned events prior to what he insists on describing as ''the black day''...He told me the other day that he'd been seeing hallucinations, but couldn't give a clear description of what he'd been seeing. Naturally, I didn't take him seriously... I upped his medication anyway. He claims the extra medication helps...'' ***

Opens his eyes, with brand new parts; jumps into a river, where he sees fading memories of being killed, tortured, and hurt, all mingling with his former dreams.

However, he wakes up again, now finding himself a suspect thoroughly investigated by men in black. He navigates through liminal spaces and seemingly endless corridors, only separated by doors. He denies all charges, they wont't believe him but laugh.
The moment he feels confident; is presented with a post-mortem report as the final evidence, which the sergeant describes as the 'final nail in his coffin'.

The post-mortem report reveals that the deceased was subjected to inhumane tests, torture, and suffocation by drowning. The suspect realizes that he is the deceased one.

Alright

In the dimly lit confines of his cramped apartment, he sat hunched over a typewriter, the incessant tapping of keys echoing in the silent night. The pages before him were blank, a stark reflection of his own mind—void of purpose, devoid of meaning.

Outside, the city buzzed with life, yet he remained isolated, a solitary figure lost in a sea of faces. Each passing day felt like an endless cycle of monotony, a futile struggle against the suffocating weight of existence.

His thoughts drifted to the futility of it all, the relentless pursuit of an elusive point to life that seemed forever out of reach. Loneliness enveloped him like a suffocating fog, gnawing at his soul with each passing moment.

Anger simmered beneath the surface, a bitter resentment towards a world that offered no solace, no answers. His desperate cries for meaning went unheard, drowned out by the cacophony of modern life.

As the night wore on, his fingers continued to dance across the keys, pouring out his melancholy, his despair, his anger. Each word was a cry for help, a plea for understanding in a world that seemed indifferent to his struggles.

And so, he remained trapped in his ... reality, grappling with the existential dread that haunted his every waking moment.-F

Defusal Complexity

Exposed (Remastered)

Stout

Qualm

Hiç Yanılmadım

"I strive to create unorthodox and experimental music characterized by atonal and irrational rhythmic qualities. These creative choices stem from a blend of musical taste and a lack of technical skills. My creative process often begins with a vivid scene in my mind, sparked by reflections on various art forms such as paintings, songs, and literature. I believe that any 'tension' is beneficial to artistic quality and am driven by themes that are often perceived as depressive, detached, abstract, and tense - qualities that I embrace as accurate representations. I draw inspiration from these sources to craft 'unique' musical compositions. Setting aside fancy words: more often than not, my recordings are spontaneous improvisations captured in a single take, layered together to narrate not a captivating experience but to depict the 'scene' in my mind..."-F
Yani; deneysel kafada müzik yapıyorum, beğendikçe paylaşıyorum.

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