Name: Edelc & Jonathan Giroux - SC_181114_204610 (Super Collider) by BLANÍK RECORDINGS
Duration: 7 min 45 s
Description: Markow Chaining as fuck (2018). little saturation as usual...

it's mathematical and it's pretty good ;-)

Silver and Gold

LYRICS:
 
The leaves on the trees
All disintegrate
And the whites of our eyes
Melt to the ground
The children gather 'round
Ringing in the end of life as we know it
Of life as we know it

And now I say
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
This life is growing older
But the sins keep getting bolder
It's day to day
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
The poison keeps me happy
But it's shutting down my body
I can't get free

This week I'm 28
We all celebrate
A brand new office job
A house and car and dog
The sky is falling in
We'll survive because I brought the umbrellas
Do what the voice tell us

And now they say
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
I'm paralyzed and lucid
Or I might be fucking stupid
It's day to day
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
I really should be happy
But I think that something got me
I can't get free

The storm keeps rolling in
It rains and pours again
And faces swirl around
And touch upon the ground
We fall one at a time
Wonder how the world will look when we've risen
This life is a prison

And now I say
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
The poison tasting foul
But it makes me want to howl
It's every day
Let it rain, let it rain
Let it rain, let it rain
I've got my wits about me
But the lights are fading quickly
I can't get free

Precambria

Birthday Bash

It is a collaboration of band sound and synthesizer. Please listen to it!

LOGICAL PASSION

Markow Chaining as fuck (2018). little saturation as usual...

Edelc & Jonathan Giroux - SC_181114_204610 (Super Collider)

Sunday School

I've finally reached that age where I really do not care
My green mohawk is history
tatoos where I ain't got no more hair
Hey mates, I'm all alone now
I can't find anyone who thinks the way I do
They're all superficiel and BORING

And the young ones cut holes in their jeans.

If I didn't give a fuck before
Don't expect me to give a fuck now
you bloody greedy capitalists
are all gonna burn in hell.

In my coffin I wanna wear my laced up doc
martins and my leather jacket and me
red plaid trousers and my stuffed Sid Vicious doll
and on my gravestone won't ya note
LAST FUCKIN' PUNK ON EARTH

Last Punk On Earth

Last Punk On Earth - collab AudioBake & Gothic Funk-

A little experimentation with percussion layers, aggressive sounds and groove. This is the second mix/master as I felt the original was too harsh.  I reduced some of the upper mid frequencies and also the loudness for improved balance and overall sound quality, although I still wanted that machine-like industrial feel.  Est Procul is a loose translation to Latin of "Far-Out".  All percussion tracks were played and recorded on a Native Instruments Maschine Micro.

Est Procul

Diamond Sky

(SoundCloud Exclusive)

I have gotten permission from GrevusAnjl to make this version downloadable here as well, so feel free to grab the file if you like it.

When I read the beautiful description accompanying this amazing song I really wished it was part of the music itself, and eventually realised I could do it because the creators GrevusAnjl (Justin, @grevusanjl, https://grevusanjl.bandcamp.com) and Jo (@minimal_drone_grl, minimaldronegrl.bandcamp.com/) allowed remixes.

Original song link: https://soundcloud.com/grevusanjl/floras-beautiful-dream-minimal_dronegrl-grevusanjl

I read their story aloud:

The first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley below slowly fills with warmth and light.

Flora watches from her vantage point high above; witnessing her friends in the forest come alive to greet another day; and the people in the city streets down in the valley below come alive to serve another day. She’s watched this dance for many years; the forest remaining peaceful in its ancient perfection; the people below growing ever more unsatisfied as they strive for an illusionary and strangely unattainable perfection of their own.

This idea might sound sad to you and I. But over the years she has also seen miracles occur among us. From her vantage point she sees us like fields of energy; and the majority of that energy looks rather stagnant and mucky, like cesspools of unmoving water, unaware of the renewing stream we have been cut off from. But once in a while, an explosion of light energy will burst outward from a single house or apartment building, as someone becomes disenfranchised from their false identity, and their hearts open up to new ideas for the first time.

Surprisingly, these changes often occur after great loss. And she suspects this is due to the fragility of our illusion. She sees how lost we all are in these roles and characters we have built for ourselves, and she sees how quickly that false identity can shatter when we lose the things we prioritized the most. The loss of a relationship or loved one, a terminal illness in the body, the end of a career, a complete collapse in financial stability… when we lose the things we thought mattered most to us, some of us experience a miraculous opportunity for awakening to the truth that we were never those things to begin with.

Flora lovingly watches the majority of us grow more sickly and stagnant with time. And she never loses hope… because every evening, she has the same beautiful dream.

In her mind, the first signs of morning sunlight appear above the mountain’s rock covered peaks, as the Earth spins us around to witness the brilliance of another new day. Bright rays shine visibly through the morning mist, and dewdrops sparkle like diamonds among the tree leaves as the valley slowly fills with warmth and light.

But even brighter still are the explosions of light energy bathing the valley down below. After so many truly dark nights, many of us finally wake up the next morning to discover we were never all the things we lost in the night. In fact, we are something much larger. And as our energy explodes out, and the laws of attraction take hold, these simultaneous bursts prove to be strong and frequent enough to cause a chain reaction… and the whole valley lights up brighter than the sun itself.

We have finally realized we are simply conscious life, and nothing more. And in our new found freedom from identity, we all begin again.

Flora slumbers peacefully, knowing full well… this dream will some day come true.

Flora's Beautiful Dream by GrevusAnjl & Minimal_Drone*GRL, Narrated by Masha Solo

Remain Alone//Drone =
23 Stab Wounds Germany version here - https://23stabwounds-records.bandcamp.com/album/remain-alone-drone
Creature Bandcamp album version Here - https://larrycreature.bandcamp.com/album/remain-alone-drone

Edelc & Jonathan Giroux - SC_181114_204610 (Super Collider)

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