Firebenders

under an orange sun, it's so quiet

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Aggressive moves, accruing in a peak of kindness. Initially called "fractional siblings" to denotee a two-part identic beat with different flavours.

Eruptions of violent hi-hats or claps create a neverending upward vortex dominates the first half. You definitely need some space on the dancefloor to feel the darkness instilled in this composition.

The unexpected pad fills out any remaining spaces in this entangled march of hypnotic spacey sequences. One can feel connected to its exterior again. Perhaps to throw a smile to someone noticeable on the dancefloor.

Pad stops, darkness reinstates. Radio is looking for its voice, and the composition gets a lively recorded flavour. Pads again for charm. Abrupt end.

Don't engage him

I believe the sun is our only god. Every word, every matter around us revolves around him... and out of its energy we exist. Every expression that I have, that you have, that they have, is nothing but the sun shining on a marbled globe. 
Looking would be impossible without our sun, our dear sun. Yet even when this big marble turns his back at the sun to shine on another spot, we remain in dark consuming its energy that he has habituated us with, regardlessly of what crimes we commit, of how much we hate our existence or love it. 
He is an indiscriminative god. The good god. I remember a quote from Futurama: when you do things right, everybody thinks you've done nothing at all. So he is our sun. 
Perhaps other lifeforms in our solar system have existed or will exist because of him, because of his delicate push and pull and always giving his best. A fireball that keeps on burning.
We don't know yet what other lifeforms might have developed in this multiverse, therefore I do not know any other gods... I am not saying other forces don't exist, but here he is and everybody ignores him every day. 
So if you read this and you forgot to say, say it now: good morning or good day to our sun. The almighty god. And when there's nothing left, humanity and earth all dried up, he will take back everything he gave us and implode, perhaps to be reunited with his sun or other inconceivable, by us, gods - life-givers.

Now! If you're still listening, please stop reading and resume after finishing the song. 

The words from this song belong to a poetess that was mourning her little water, her son. Her words fill me with a feeling that is undescribable. It makes me feel weak, I feel her agony verging into ecstasy. You can listen again to the track and realise how dark this sound actually is, an impression from which you will never recover. I am deeply sorry to have done this to you and I am ashamed to say that I can not give any credits as the computer that all this album was composed suddenly stopped working... 

Thank you for listening and joining me in thoughts,
Constantin.

Constantintintin

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