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NIGHTLIFE

TCR 60 4 57

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

Eternal

Renegade

Renegade (Neon Warlords Remix)

A Kingdom for Your Thoughts

Dusty Drive is my latest synthwave song (and the first one I upload on both youtube and soundcloud) 

Made with tal-u-no 62 ( aka a virtual juno 60), pg-8x (roland jx-8p) and 80s sampled drums

Dusty Drive - Synthwave / Retrowave

This is a non-commercial cover of “A Beautiful Lie”, originally composed by Hans Zimmer.
All rights to the original composition remain with the copyright holders.
Cover performed and arranged by Alexander Genosko.

To all my followers and subscribers:
As many of you know, Hans Zimmer has been my inspiration for centuries. He has created countless, unforgettable scores for some of the greatest soundtracks.
One of the most emotional pieces for me is “A Beautiful Lie”. Even after all these years, it still gives me goosebumps and sometimes even brings tears to my eyes.
Normally, I set myself the rule to avoid covering film scores and instead focus only on creating my own tracks and developing my own style. But in this case, I made an exception.
If you enjoy it, feel free to leave a like. Thanks in advance!

A Beautiful Lie

A Beautiful Lie (Cover)

I tried some different beats and offbeat claps/snares/hihats in this one to make it a bit more interesting and less straightforward. The sidechain melody part seems like a total Bicep rip off but that was unintentional. I just liked the way it sounded and during the making I didn’t really notice it. I’ve used the Monomy synth plugin for this song. It’s a very nice plugin with great sounds. As for the last songs I made I again used some Hainbach “Landfill Totems” sounds by Spitfire Audio. I also used Carbon 2 with Reaktor and some strings and trumpets from Labs by Spitfire Audio. I simply can’t get away from all the nice and good sounding options Spitfire Audio offers. Off course I also had to use my one of my favourites effects; Camel Crusher and ValhallaSupermassive. All in all I liked this one enough to put it on Soundcloud. The picture is some weird cloud formation we saw from out of our bedroom and I took some photo’s of it. With some simple filters it almost looks as something out of this world.

Aged Notions

Flame Heart (Epic Music)

The Synthwave alter ego of Eliran Ben Ishai.
https://soundcloud.com/eliranbenishai

Want to post my music on Youtube? Great, thanks! The tracks are monetized so unless you don't mind the ads, please contact me first.

Particles EP - 
https://chronoton.bandcamp.com/album/particles

A Kingdom for Your Thoughts

Chronoton