AUGUST 16 LCBL

Beyond & Before Music presents "Roots In The Wind" - the original soundtrack to Book 1 of the novel "Hinter uns das Land" ("Behind Us The Land") by Frank Talmon l'Armée.

Immerse yourself in the evocative soundscapes of "Roots In The Wind," a musical journey that mirrors the emotional tapestry of the novel. This album captures the essence of a family's life in East Prussia on the brink of World War II, as seen through the eyes of young Inge.

From the idyllic landscapes of their farm, Gut Gallitten, to the looming shadows of war, each track reflects the innocence of childhood, the growing unease, and the ultimate disruption of their peaceful existence. The music blends elements of indie, folk, and pop with orchestral arrangements, creating a rich and moving listening experience.

These tracks have been meticulously rearranged, and completely remastered using LANDR's mastering services to achieve optimal sound quality for digital distribution.

"Roots In The Wind" is more than just a soundtrack; it's a sonic exploration of hope, loss, resilience, and the enduring bonds of family. It's a testament to the power of music to transport us to another time and place, allowing us to connect with the characters and their struggles on a deeply emotional level.

Experience the world of "Hinter uns das Land" through its music. Listen to "Roots In The Wind" now and embark on a journey you won't soon forget.

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09 - The Lessons Learned (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

My Desire

Written about my children when they were young, over 20 years ago.
Lyrics by Roger Smith
Music and vocals provided by AI (Suno)
Mixing and Mastering by Roger Smith

When I Fall

The first vocal track of Mъdrъ / Mudru draft album.  A mix of playing an instrumental before writing the lyrics (which is a departure although has been done a little recently), and also later my older style of writing chord-per-syllable to already-written lyrics toward the end of the piece.

Overall I write pretty naive lyrical pieces.  This guy is kind of a paranoid douche but with the best intentions.  She's like absconding off to (heaven forfend) a different little splinter group than his thing but it turns out to be benign and he inflicts some minor annoying damage by sneaking into their outing.

Lyrics:

Somewhere in the past someone set us up the bomb
Culture shifted so fast that 30 Rock is now a right wing sitcom

Somewhere in Ulster's bowels
Were heard the pangs of an alarm
A girl's heterofatalism was giving her an ulcer
The ginger with a minge
Had had enough of Hinge
Since the latest respondent's saccharine charm 
Was rather laid on with a trowel
The states seemed the right place to flee
And that's how she hooked up with me

How have I hated instruction, 
And my heart despised reproof 
It was the nagging ineluctable
Erosion of fitness under our roof
And what came of it was standing aloof
As i witnessed its destruction

After being the fall guy i was focusing on
Survival in the strange waters that i was swimming
Much like tall guys have no idea 
That they are at war with short guys
Normal women have no idea they are at war with crazy women

I saw our coming doom 
Through the bloodshot glass 
At the bottom of a marinara jar
The girls had started having breadsticks parties
And a lot of gossip got said
And pretty soon our burgeoning movement
Was given up for dead
But one can take theorizing too far
Particularly if you're too well-read

And so at the risk of assaulting my intestines
I engaged in a clandestine infiltration
And the leader of her congregation
Served a sumptuously appetizing oration
On the fiscal dangers of being an oversnacker
At the end of the presentation
One presumptuously testy cracker
Pointed out that one of the high watermarks 
Of our civilization
Is the Domino's pizza tracker

You can imagine their reaction
When I said the most frugal drug
Was constant distraction
In sunshine or rain
It lessens the pain
Of trudging dissatisfaction

We got to a really dark place
And the tipping point began
Around when i was being really crass
And implied that the high priestess was an also-ran
She was really about to kick my ass
I think it was the rage of Caliban
Not seeing her own face in a glass

After several mint juleps
She went and staggered amongst the tulips
magniloquent miss molly
Chided me on my vindictive folly
She asked what are you stupid
What's the point of all this skullduggery for me

Well I am genuinely attracted to you
Having walked too close by Cupid
And that is a pretty stupid thing to be

Magniloquent Molly's Mozzarella Jolly

This has the second-most drafts of anything I've done (eight) behind William Tell Should've Known, recently with 12 drafts.

This Male Hypergamy Stuff Is Hard

Gisbert - Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel (aus dem Roman "Hinter uns das Land")

Es beginnt nicht mit einem Paukenschlag. Es beginnt im Flüstern.

Mit "Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel" erhält die Welt von "Hinter uns das Land" eine neue, weise Stimme: Gisbert, der Großvater des kleinen Albrecht aus dem Roman. Es ist die Stimme eines Mannes, der ein langes Leben gelebt und die feinen Risse im Fundament der Gesellschaft schon früh erkannt hat. Seine Warnung ist keine laute Anklage, sondern ein schwermütiges Klagelied über eine Welt, die sehenden Auges auf den Abgrund zugeht.

Der Song ist eine zeitlose Parabel darüber, wie Freiheiten schleichend erodieren – durch Worte, die gestrichen werden, durch Zäune, die unscheinbar wachsen, und durch ein Schweigen, das lauter ist als jeder Protest. Eine karge, eindringliche Ballade, getragen von einer Stimme, die die Last der Voraussicht in sich trägt.

Eine Mahnung, die heute so relevant ist wie damals.

Text: Frank Talmon l'Armée
Musik: Beyond & Before Music
Gesang: Gisbert

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Gisbert - Small Steps Into Darkness (from the novel "Hinter uns das Land" / "The Land Behind Us")

It doesn't start with a bang. It starts with a whisper.

With "Small Steps Into Darkness," the world of "Hinter uns das Land" gains a new, wise voice: Gisbert, the grandfather of little Albrecht from the novel. It is the voice of a man who has lived a long life, a man who recognized the fine cracks in the foundation of society long before they shattered. His warning is not a loud accusation, but a melancholic lament for a world that refuses to see the cliff it's walking towards.

The song is a timeless parable about the insidious erosion of freedom—through words that are erased, through fences that grow inconspicuously, and through a silence that is louder than any protest. A sparse and haunting ballad, carried by a voice that bears the weight of foresight.

A cautionary tale that feels as relevant today as it did in the past.

Lyrics: Frank Talmon l'Armée
Music: Beyond & Before Music
Vocals: Gisbert

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lyrics:

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel


Ein Wort gestrichen
Wer merkt’s schon
Ein Buch verschwunden
Bleibt kein Ton
Ein kleiner Schritt
So unscheinbar
Wie Sand im Wind
Unsichtbar

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel
Still und sacht
Keiner hat’s gesehen
Keiner hat’s gedacht
Bis wir aufwachen
Bis wir versteh’n
Doch dann ist es zu spät
Dann ist nichts mehr zu dreh’n

Ein Zaun gebaut
Nur für den Schutz
Ein Blick wird schärfer
Ein Herz wird stutz
Ein leiser Zweifel
Doch wer spricht laut
Die Stille wächst
Die Hoffnung taut

Es beginnt im Flüstern
Im leisen Rauch
Und wächst im Schatten
Wie Dornenstrauch

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel
Still und sacht
Keiner hat’s gesehen
Keiner hat’s gedacht
Bis wir aufwachen
Bis wir versteh’n
Doch dann ist es zu spät
Dann ist nichts mehr zu dreh’n

Ein Schritt
Ein Schritt
Und noch ein Schritt
Die Kette klirrt
Das Herz zerbricht
Doch wer schaut hin
Wer hält die Hand
Wenn alles fällt
Wie Treibsand

Kleine Schritte ins Dunkel

Phorge Makerspace

Medicine Bow Nordic Association  (1)

Just another day in the life of a humble dictator.
He's down on his luck because he's lost his adherents, then goes on a date, then goes to a party where his traitors absconded to and passes out.
(Maybe the new guy found out how fickle the monkeys were identically....)

Lyrics:

It's going to be a lovely day
I feel it coming to the fore
This Adderall tastes like people need
To get out of my way
In the grocery store

My mood is my decision
And my decisions are generally pretty dark
She was asking for a body count
While on a date with a dictator
And i said i'd write it down
Once i got the figures later

As the weather outside grew stormy
We were discussing the means with regards to the ends
And the general zeitgeist
Billionaire techno-wizard freaks are not your friends
Neither are the normies
But the normies aren't giving masterclasses on the Antichrist

And while she was in Gravesend
Getting a purge of her follicles
She didn't mean to mock
But Disturbing naturally formed alluviums 
Is Almost as diabolical
As someone kicking your xeriscaping rocks
All over the sidewalk

And she said
After taking a breath
Life's daily demands 
Are just now not the same
Remember the early two thousands
When beating demons to death
With your bare hands
Was still a fictional video game

She'd had enough talk of killing
After flicking a piece of ash
She was such a vicious kidder
And then i really had going
A throbbing of my brain
Plus that feeling when
You need cash so bad
You're willing to be the lowest bidder
In an adversary supply chain

Water isn't clear 
But it seems clear because it filtered
What it wasn't clear to 
Which you then didn't evolve to see
What wasn't clear about her
Was that she doesn't kilter
To what would appear to be
What i was involved in
Enough to unequivocally agree

I then went to someone else’s circus 
And all of my fucking monkeys were there
Playing a diabolical form
Of political musical chairs

I'd had far too much of our host's brew
And dozed off as he prattled his parvenu 
Far on into the night
And coming to
I found it hard to believe
The change in his face
With the advent of dawn
His espirit de corps, 
His joie de vivre, 
His coup de grace, 
His deja vu
Were all categorically gone

Not My Monkeys Not My Circus

There Is Always A Light

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Pharaoh

The Tide

For this release, that coincidentally came out on  Record Store Day 2016, I spent about 3 months downloading as many of the thousands of songs released on Record Store Day 2015. I think I managed to find about 85% of them and it almost killed me. I may as well have stabbed myself in the ears and eyes with a spike of frozen shit.

I then made 'slabs' of noise by layering about 100 songs at a time on top of each other on Garage Band, creating 100 or so of these 4-5 minute slabs of dirge before sending them to Harry Wright (Naturals/Giant Swan) to try and make a song out of them all. 

Predictably, he came back with something really excellent, and then I probably went and ruined it by using the Cut Up Technique, going through all of the names of the releases and cutting words at random, forming them into some kind of gibberish that I whispered over the track.

Whoever bought the 7" also received our full back catalogue.

Thought I'd put it up today as it is the final day of our 5th Birthday Week, and seems like a good time to let people know just how stupid we (well, me) really are. 

ANK - RSD15

The Exorcist

I've decided I'm gonna upload some of my millions of songs I've written over the last few years. New years rez. Time Offline 2024 x

The Exorcist

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