A very slow, floating fall... delightful...

luxuriant in soundscape and meaning, with the Asian cultural references. But a bit too clean for my taste, why don't you try adding some dirt?

I like the noise added towards the end <3

Falling

I’m honoured to take part in a fifth collaboration with the amazing Torbjørn and Jimmy. A development of a Torbjørn demo, this one is a straightforward, no nonsense rocker, play it loud.

Credits:-

Torbjørn:- Musical composition, Hammond Organ, Organ, String Synth, Bass, Drums, Percussion. https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv

Jimmy:- Lyrics, Vocal composition, Vocals. https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas

Dairv:- Guitars, Production, Mix, Mastering, Cover Art.

Mean Streets (Torbjørn Vagle  - Jimmy Rivas - Dairv Dubbleyew)

Under a deep starry sky

I'm very pleased to get to work with Karl's music yet again as we have collaborated on many projects together. When I first heard 'Haust' (Icelandic for Autumn), I was haunted by the richness of the bowed sound and the grinding industrial textures that spoke to me about the extreme environment in Iceland (https://soundcloud.com/sesar/haust). I asked Karl if I could contribute and a few weeks later I'm proud to present our 8th collaboration.

Music, instrumentation, arrangement and production - https://soundcloud.com/sesar
Lyrics/Vocals - me
Image - Douglas Corrance

What was grey becomes black, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Dawn's late, later still, 
That sinking feeling, 
As darkness falls, 
Dark falls.  

Grey to black as darkness falls.

Darkness Falls by Sesar & Mark J Bennett

"We Got The Power"

Lyrics & Vocals : Special Cecilia
Music & Mix : EMmy

To listen to Cecilia's music on SC :
@specialececilia
@spacialcecilia

On Bandcamp : specialcecilia.bandcamp.com/

We Got The Power - Special Cecilia & EMmy

I left my guitars on the wall for this one. I was never one for tin toys when I was a kid; now they look cool. 
The one in this picture was modelled by an artist called Nobuo Yamashita. Somehow, it looks lonely, hopeful and ready to play... hence the music. The background is courtesy of NASA.

Lonely Tin Robot (Come Play)

Settling down on a bench in the Winter Garden in the centre of the Yorkshire city of Sheffield, a curious relaxed state can  occur. The sound is somehow muffled due to the plants and trees in this vast glass house.
Fan Palms rise up above the visitors, their leaves like giant hands in a weird greeting of peace.

Fan Palm Reflections

You've Never Said Y

Collab with AXIS PROJECT
https://soundcloud.com/axis_project

AXIS PROJECT + Insatiable Void - Breathing Chaos

Inspired by the final lines from the poem Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

"The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."



Intimations: A Prelude

Based on a few lines written in a delerium

Dear Doctor, Thank you for the pills that counteract the pills,
that counteract those pills that make me want to vomit on your floor.
I don't even know  just exactly what all these pills are for.

Angelina, mistress of the pricks, I love your acupuncture and your oriental tricks,
I've been longing for you since my boat went down.
If you pay me in sugar I will be your clown.

Holy Mary, Mother of the Gods, I've broken all my promises, beaten all the odds,
But my hands are cold and my mind is numb.
You promised me the world but all I got was crumbs.

Dearest Rachel, I see that you've been blessed by the songs of love and longing,
by the beauty of your flesh, I hear a distant bell, I hear a funereal song,
That sweet and easy feeling that I used to have is gone.

I'm falling backwards, trying to reach the start of the long and lonely journey to the centre of my heart,
if I seem lost sometimes, give me another dose.
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere but I think I'm getting close.

Mona Lisa, diva in the clouds, there's a tear in every marriage, a fool in every crowd,
You were invisible when I tried to break through.
Now I got that sinking feeling that I'm invisible too.

Dearest Doctor, I've heard that it's been said that for sixty quid an hour you could rearrange my head,
but do you really think that you could ever heal
these wounds that I've been nursing or the thoughts that make them real.

My Dearest Doctor. Steve Killingbeck

+Spatial & Poetic Journey into Sound+

I am a digital composer and sound artist based in Canada. I write experimental and cinematic music for games and films.
In my other life, I am a cultural historian and curator, specializing in East Asian and Canadian immigration history.

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