L’éclipse


C'est un chemin
À demain tu ne peux le remettre
C’est un chemin
Que je ne souhaitais pas connaître

C’est un chemin 
Sur l'abîme une voie ouverte 
Tu le découvres					
Oui mais c’est  d’abord lui qui te trouve 		


 
Dans mon absence, je suis étrange
Ma honte ma peur cachée dérange 
Comme une étoile qui s'écroule 
Et qui devient un puits sans âme		

Je crains de t'emmener dans mon monde	
J’ai tellement besoin de ta vie 			
À voir l’bonheur de ceux d’en face		
Mon cœur fond en larmes de glace		


De nouveau les monstres anciens		
M’apparaissent en chacun de nous		
Nous sommes, tous, ces immortels
A corps perdus dans notre histoire 			

	         

C'est un chemin
À demain tu ne peux le remettre
C’est un chemin
Que je ne souhaitais pas connaître

C’est un chemin 
Sur l'abîme une voie ouverte 
Tu le découvres					
Oui mais c’est  d’abord lui qui te trouve


En terminer avec la nuit
C’est le sommet de la misère
Chaque jour tenter dans la douleur
De trouver un début d’envie

Chaque jour garder le souvenir
Qu’il exista des jours brillants    
Chaque jour garder un espoir
De voir le retour du désir


Difficile de rester en paix
Tant que l’on reste vivant
Mais rien n’a de sens vraiment
Avant qu’il ne soit vraiment temps



C'est un chemin
À demain tu n’ peux le remettre
C’est un chemin
Que je ne souhaitais pas connaître

C’est un chemin 
Je pensais que c’était la fin
Et ce chemin
Aujourd’hui fait partie du mien

Ce chemin fait partie du mien
Ce chemin fait partie du mien
Ce chemin fait partie du mien
Ce chemin fait partie du mien…

Eclipse

"feel" is a smooth and soulful track that blends lush melodies with a laid-back rhythm, creating a deeply emotive and immersive listening experience. Rooted in neo-soul and R&B influences, the song incorporates ambient textures and intricate electronic beats to craft a soundscape that feels both intimate and expansive. Its flowing structure and groovy undertones evoke a sense of reflection and tranquility, making it perfect for a late-night drive, relaxing moments, or simply vibing to its rich atmosphere.

feel

Manic riff for 2 tenor saxes held together (some of the time) by sensible flutes, 'bass' alto saxes and trad. beat. 
Pic. by NM - from hot air balloon trip in 2007...the first (and last).

Crosstown Dash

keep the hope...

Please also check out my YouTube channel:
https://youtu.be/cU0WYLES1Jo?si=mvEUMGje2vFPi8zj
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街灯 / street light
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どうか
想い届けと　風をあつめて
祈る　ゆびさき

どこか
帰る場所など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　あしおと

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　何かが
自分の姿で演じてる　そして
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

ひとり
灯る街灯に　寒くないかと
憂う　ゆうぐれ

いつか
閉じる扉など　有るが如くの
急ぐ　ひとなみ

命があるか　ないかの
二色で塗られた景色だけ
吹き荒れて　佇んで
暗闇ですら　ない

自分のような　愚かな
自分の姿を忘れてる者が
泣きぬれて　狼狽えて
こっちを覗いてる

AppleMusic

街灯 / street light

Heartache In My Levi's

Bombs drop

Super nova lights 
The southern sky
Right before the bombs drop
Ending all of life

1,2
3,4
Shut the fucking door


I walk across this earth
It’s truths written in lies
The sun kisses my face
I’m already dead inside

Before Bomb$ Drop

listen in it's proper order  at Sonic Structure and Silent Stretches https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

album coming soon to Bandcamp!


instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter (and one outside voice generated via magix hub and some further artefacts that just manifested during the process)
further reading: How Forests Thinl: www.anth.ucsb.edu/sites/secure.lsi…Introduction.pdf
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter @sonic-textures
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

whilst I was looking
for some kind of semblance
of something somewhere in the tangled undergrowth of
silent thoughts and bellow-voiced persuasions
that might be well described as somewhat sidewinded akin
to the kinesthetics of the barnacles and brambles and
cliffside-dangling while still clinging, perspiration hope
I met the transcendental hobo drifter
down in the scalar fields , tied with a rope
to roaming notions of delusion
and love and love and running from a mistress,
his or mine, known to be crow of crowleyan dimensions

endowed with much renown among the locals
for telling truth and spitting frogs
and hailing hail and splitting rocks
and all the while the transsedential drifter
ate from his open can of beans upon the pitted fire

and whispered ruthless, patient, cunning, sweet
on repeat:

[in the sonic version, the following
icaro is overlaid by a voice-
over explaining the term "icaro"]

„the tunnel of dances
the funnel of trances
the fuel for chances
the focus of tidal glances
paint eyes on your forehead
wide eyes on your forehead
so the jaguar knows
so the jaguar knows
that you are not dead
not asleep and not dead
not asleep and not dead yet.“

and all I heard and all I got and all I simply understood
was to hush that voice, that voice within my head
to hush that voice, that voice within my head

it was then I noticed, not without bewilderment
the wooden spoon in his left hand
a spoon not made of silver
not silver and not gold but wood
and it was then I very nearly understood

scalar fields pt 4: talons heels(reloaded)-with Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches

jigs T is not responsible for any kind of brain damage , listen at your own risk 😂

stimulants

Ruby

'ghetto falsetto' with Harmful if Followed and sixstring mac 

Isaac and the apple:
Mac: music, lyrics and vocals
Harmful/Shane: lyrics, vocals, backups 

one man verity show:
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, backups, art 

Well the night’s effervescent and I’m on fire
Full of anti depressants to blunt my ire
Well aware of the presence of my desire
It feels very pleasant as I get higher
And I’m clad in a fashion to catch the eye
So why does everyone ignore me as I walk by
It would be a different story for a different guy
But I’ll never find the glory unless I try
So why do I lie so low 
Why don’t I let them know
Let them bask in the glow
Of my ghetto falsetto 

Most are fucked up from the drugs they take,
and don't care to interrupt all the love I make,
but I can't quite erupt so, I'll simply fake,
and make believe
that I have climaxed, because all the noise
that keeps me far from relaxed and trapped in the void, 
I've always had a clean nose but perhaps I'll toy 
with singing in falsetto. 

These streets are full of cackles and high pitched screams
A ghetto manifesto haunting my dreams
Monotone narration to a story I know
A baritone ending won’t leave me alone
I’m not crazy it’s the world around me
I’ll deal with the shit eventually 
Then get past the truth I know
That I’m too low for ghetto falsetto 

But it don’t mater how high or how low 
Unless you mean it nobody will know
All you need is the seed and the get go
Let go of the ghetto falsetto

Eclipse

Christophe Apelian