This one took a while. Not to fall into clichés, but it was kind of a quest. We discovered that with this track, we were suddenly forced to make a lot of decisions, and had our faces glued to the monitor a bit too much. So we chose to let it go and flow with it. Were glad we did.

lyrics:

    And there I was
    Wet with bloodsweat, alive and ready
    Pushed out of being, always being, sleepdrunk on an elixir that’s heady
    I opened wide my eyes of light
    My infinite oceanic sight of white gold
    And then I saw you

    There was a moment there
    A moment of horizons weaved with air
    Couldn’t see myself though as the moment there was clear as glass,
    The distance was ensconced in vision
    A spreading land rife with divisions
    Of many a soulsearching disposition
    Given birth in an endless crossing of paths

    A domain spilled with a pouring sun
    With blizzard summers stormed blistered beaches
    On the edge of a cobaltblue-white Maelstrom
    Under the clouds wherein a flash of silence chimes
    I lay stretched to the rhythm of times

    And when I saw you there was light
    Impassable as is the night
    Over hills of angst and peaks of desire,
    I’m not ready to go for creatures dire withhold a pass I wish to see.
    I’m blind in knowing who sent me

    I stroll a twisting course wrought with demons and remorse
    Where upon my soles touch lightly the dreams of a bon vivant
    Like a breath cleaving eagle and the prey it so wants
    Im not quite there
    There where the heavens are revealed
    As if it is my fate they wield a brand…
    My name written in the sand

The Caravan

This track turned out to be a sort of blank canvas, where hints of colour offer ideas about perspectives. Follow what you wish in this song, and fill in the blanks for yourself.

Mesmer

This was first a single track combined with Wind. It was the first track we made, and in doing so, we found a way to work together. Differences and similarities came together to create something new, for both of us. We both felt like something great had happened, which paved the way for a great first track and more on their way.

Scirocco

Instruments used for this track: acoustic n electric guitars, bass, load of effects, wooden box, mics, cheap and less cheap, old acoustic guitar transformed into a cello, 2 wooden spoons, iphone, bow, xylophone, tiny wooden hammer, bell, reaper, more effects, rope, 2 humans and an living room.

Wind

This was a one day track. Maurice had come up with this awesome riffy kind of thing. Koen had a nightmare the night before, and had written it down to give it a place or something. After tweaking the words a little, you know, poetic justice, we mashed the two together and this came out. We thought about adding more layers, but decided not to paint it brown.

lyrics:
    
In bed, lying with a fysical feeling out of a recurring nightmare from my childhood. A combination of agoraphobia and being locked down in a small space. My body? Im awake now.
There's pressure on my chest, my being. If I close my eyes, fragments of that unearthly dream coalesce with the feeling. Just like then. But I'm awake now though. Aren’t I?
I'm small. No, young. Walking, running across landscapes of nothing. This world is black and white. Mono tones.
One by one tiny spheres come for me, from all directions of the wind. They are like styrofoam in a breeze, with the presence of planets. I run, I flee, but they close in. frighteningly slow, but determined. 
Infrequently the black and white tone switches, dropping me in negatives. Black spheres. White again. Still coming, slowly pushing, slowly pushing down, gaining. I keep my eyes open.
In my sleep my dreams are lifelike. Lucid. I walk with someone who has no face. But it is a friend. Trustworthy at the least. We walk speechless towards a tower.
Before our arrival my phone rings. The voice on the other end is reminiscent of my leader. I'm in a good mood. Happy. At ease. In all seriousness she asks me if I'm doing alright. She’s worried.
As the faceless and I enter the tower, we ascend the stairs. My leaders voice tells me: 
    Don’t do it! Don’t do it!
    Don’t do what?
    Don’t jump.
    Huh? No way. I'm fine. Do you even see me as someone who could do such a thing?
    …….Yes
The faceless and I are at the top of the tower now. We stand before a glass cage. A lift. As I step into the cage the doors slam shut, the bolts sliding home, leaving me separated from the one I apparently trust.
He is left behind, standing motionless, as the glass cage falls, mercilessly slow. As I descend, I see no floors. I see emptiness. Miles of it.
Out of the emptiness a bin liner rises. Full, with a pungent stench. One more, and another.
They grow in numbers, and the glass cage has difficulty breaking through. The garbage bags are so many that they start blocking the light, absorbing it.
Darkness envelopes. The cage squeaks, cracks and breaks out of its line of descent. I've stopped. I'm stuck.
The garbage is all around, pressing hard against the sides. The glass walls cracks and shatters. For a moment there is no sound. We reside in stasis. A heartbeat. Half a breath and the walls implode with a deafening silence. I am engulfed and pressed in on myself. Reduced to nothingness. I am no more. 
And I awake.

April Five and a Half

We wanted a bassline that was totally weird, and everything snowballed from there. some things are reversed, some aren't. some should have been but weren't, which was cool too. And its nice to be able to pay respects to the poets of yore. wink wink.

Old Future Backwards

We make loads of tracks and music every week, improvised or composed. Time to time some tracks we pick up, and transer those tracks into songs. This song/track is where we worked on lately. For this song we want to find a drummer to join us in a Cicadah way. So just let us know when you are interested.

I am the stranger 15  juni 2012 new demo

Demo version. Right now we are writing, rehearsing and recording more songs en compositions. 

In communion we are one (demo version, long intro)

Cicadâh
A Cicada. An insect that lives beneath the surface as a grub for years on end, some for seventeen. Only to emerge, all of them at once, to find a mate. A single one of them can produce up to 120dB of sound. Just imagine the cacophony when hundreds of thousands are out in the wild, looking to get lucky. Some tend to find it a carpet of sound that rattles the brain and pierces the mind, while others find it dulls the senses in a hauntingly beautiful and mesmerizing way. We as Cicadâh hope to wander somewhere in between.
We are Maurice Kraanen and Koen van de Linde, from The Hague in The Netherlands. We make experimental music using conventional and home-made instruments . We believe that making music is about searching for something. Be it a certain concoction of sounds, a certain vibe, answer, or even the absence of them. We make compositions by layering. Just like the Cicada’s carpet of sound, we lay blanket upon blanket until that what we’re searching for has been found. In these searches we make mistakes. Loads of ‘em. But unlike most musicians that hate these miss-takes, we embrace them. We see them as opportunities, and incorporate them. They can pave the way towards a new composition, or just add that little extra ‘umpf’ to a track that makes it unique. And we believe that making mistakes and making the best of them are what defines us.
We’ve come to find that it leads to a constantly changing style, where one track can seem completely unrelated to the other. We like it that way. It keeps us on our toes. We hope others can feel the same way and enjoy our search the way we do. But if you don’t, that’s fine too