The Brain of Humanoid Central

Summer Haze

Through Fragile Strides

The Academy (open invitation for a collab from IPG1) 
Original Vocals from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/the-academy-vocals-86-bpm
Paploviante: E-Bass, Mix, Mastering, Picture and Music Composition


The Academy IPG1 & Paploviante

Noisy Soundscape with synth random notes. Kaospad in FX.

R&N (14.2)

A litte song about Flannery O'Connor, American novelist and short story writer who died in 1964
age 39 from Lupus, with the last 10 years of her life becoming increasingly incapacitated by her illness  
.. despite her suffering she continued her craft at the highest level..
There was a movie recently released called Wildcat about her and Ms O'Connor was portrayed by Maya Hawke
I have not seen the film but I took the sound clips in the song from the trailer....don't tell.....

Hey Flannery

Hey Flannery, gone undercover 
Biding your time, country livin’ with your mother 
In that little room, there's a place for the lame and the blind  
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find      

Hey Flannery, limping to salvation           
Body betrayed, you write your revelation 
In that little world, you've found a place for the damned and the divine                           
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Create him                                       
Erase him                                             
Lover or Liar, he wanders the land     
Embrace him                                            
Forsake him                             
Up on the cross, they don't understand   
The path to grace, a gunshot through the pines  
It's killing time                                   

Hey Flannery, this world is turning   
Books they be banning and forests they be burning 
Your typewriter sings the musings of your mind      
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Preach or plead                                      
We've lost our way                                   
Gone off the road                                  
This sunny day                                        
There's a meanness in the world             
Where dark meets light                             
Although we try to run from it                    
It's two steps faster when we slip          
Our fall from grace, the bodies left behind

                        
Hey Flannery, your sisters and your brothers  
Marching up to heaven after hurting one another 
The road to redemption around your little heart it winds  
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find 
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find
Takes a life to discover that a good man is hard to find








A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Hey Flannery)

Da Alm

Jar Of Jarre 18

Stomp on that

Paralyzed fern lung drains of ferment. 
Still hollow steel, stainless in moons.
Webbing roots to earth, then wrists. 

Shard bone fragment and fracture. 
Hornet's nest dips and sways.
Neurosis sets the femur mess.
No splint, save the constrictors and boas.
Dew froths a pneumonia.
Exhaust lofts, ascend dreams. 

G-force blackout and the wings shake. 
Outpaced by future portals. 
There is no control. 
Reverberating back to madness. 
An astral fold envelopes death's grin 
be there a fall. 
Drive it from the atrium. 
Slip out a phenomenon. 

Blood pours out of the stall. 
Nothing is sacred. 
No place at all. 

Someone walked out
and the alarm won't stop. 

Words by Riley Robinson

Devil's Greenhouse

Blues TIME vol.3

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Hey Flannery)

Hand on the Rock