Well, Dan, this is a heatbreaker. And a knowing one, at that.

↯I↯I am the harlot that shaketh Death.
This shaking giveth the Peace of Satiate Lust.
Immortality jetteth from my skull,
And music from my vulva.
Immortality jetteth from my vulva also,
For my Whoredom is a sweet scent like a seven-stringed instrument,
Played unto God the Invisible, the all-ruler,
That goeth along giving the shrill scream of orgasm.↯I↯
A. Crowley - Liber 418

LY↯ER☁GENE☁↯I↯ - Scream Ov Orgasm

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A Homecoming Of Sorts(Watch the video)(Free Download)

Lyrics;
The sky was blue
The trees were bare
And Jimmy  wished
he wasn't there
Another year going to school
Where kids excel
at being cruel
In the classroom
In the corner
At the back of the class
As the teacher
Speaks to no one
Doesn't matter they'll all pass
Playing games at every turn
Complete with trophies
never earned
Comes the time to graduate
Blinders off
The world awaits
Dad shows him the door
This house is not home anymore
On his own he finds a trade
Modest job modestly paid
Hollow world
Of hollow men
Calloused hands
And Calloused friends
Wonders why he's still here
Go through the motions every year
Is he part of some great plan?
Is there a place where he fits in?
Same old questions he asks himself
Same old place he's always been.
The sky still blue
The trees still bare
And Jimmy wished
he wasn't there ...

The Book Of Jimmy

method: adam received a track with a reading and some subharmonicon from me, added instruments and turned it into this moving work of waveform art. visit his page here: https://soundcloud.com/adammajdeckijanicki
narration: coincidentia oppositorum and all that ....
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

der schaukellack blättert
in rostbraunen schuppen
hier spielt kein kind
es sind nadeln im sand

so hochgrau die wand
als taumle tag blind
zwischen staubaugenpuppen
kein vorhangstoff flattert

hier, wo sich sinne nicht nähren
hier sei die anmut zu finden
hatte der seher verkündet

hier, wo güte still schwindet
hier, wo die augen erblinden
kehre sie ein um zu gebären

interlinear translation: fair faced // the veneer on the swings flakes off / in rusty brown scales / there is no child playing / there are needles in the sand // the wall rises high and grey / as though day stumbled blindly / among dusty-eyed puppets / no fabric moves in the windows // here, where senses don't feed / here you will find grace / the seer had prophesized // here, where kind hearts are fading / here, where eyes are blinded / here she'd come to give birth //

sichtbeton - with Adam Majdecki-Janicki

Another cover of a great classic from my musical father.

Pink Moon (Nick Drake cover)

A small improvisation with a slight appearance of Balkanese folklore on an old Hohner Electric Wind Reed Organ

LP021   Into the Inner Space

Balkanese Winds

Ce chill pour écouter son cœur, écouter son âme, écouter le silence de et dans la musique, celle des paroles amies, celle des voix chères , même celles qui se sont tues... c'est tout ce que fait l'œil aussi, quand il regarde en silence les œuvres d'art et se met ainsi à entendre ce qu'elles ont à nous dire au delà des mots, tout en rendant visible l'invisible

Quand l'œil écoute

Morning Mist (2016) Anthology CD1 Track 04

Artwork, recorded, written, mixed and mastered by Duke Keats / Connor Blundell 

Banjos, slide, acoustic & electric guitar, vocal layers, synths, samples. 

This song is about always coming back for more even when you know you shouldn't. or should you ? 

Marigolds are on the fold


a watery cannon mist 


introverted apple core 


compare it to the alcohol 


you always really want to play 


And the angels are all that's owed 


Blue sky suit and waltz


For she gives another glass stained kiss 


She's riding on the edge of a wisp


The boots are over bed of ice 


Fingers touch the leopard print


Love letters in a basket hold


A lover lends in letraset 


It really makes me get involved 


You always really want to play yeah 


And the angels are all that's owed 


You didnt really want to stay yeah


But the angels are all that's owed

The Angels Are All That's Owed

Sometimes the simplest of things
can bring peace in a troubled time.

Lyrics;
On the cool green grass
Watching big white clouds
Under a bright blue sky

The sun brings the heat
The trees bring the shade
For this worn and weary guy

In a slight cool breeze
There's a hint of change
Like a valley at the foot of a mountain range
For the shade of trees
The cool green grass
And the warmth of the summer never lasts

I'd rather be here
than anywhere
And watch the clouds
That float up there

With a soft cool breeze
flowing through my hair
As the leaves dance slow
In the summer air

This peaceful moment will carry me
Through the changes to come inevitably
A hand to hold for pain that a life can give
A cushion for the crashes in this life I live

The white clouds blend
Into a coat of grey
To cover the bright blue sky

It's time to go
Before the rain comes down
Upon this worn and weary guy

A Moment That Carries

2 times loop of intro for Pissing Plums "H.R. Giger Slideshow", made on Amiga with 4-channel tracker in 1993. Copyright for picture goes to H.R. Giger.

https://amp.dascene.net/detail.php?detail=modules&view=6363

Pissing Plums "H.R. Giger Slideshow"

Title music for Pissing Plums "H.R. Giger Slideshow" for Amiga (1993)

Dan's Shadowman has left the building ...
Enter Doomjelly, a name I carefully picked out of a hat. 
Thank you very much for listening!

The Book Of Jimmy

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