.nediul nekkolk teod kilb raaH

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Zapałki/Matches

Tea plantations on the planet Athoek, the location of some intrigue in Ann Leckie's book, Ancillary Sword.
I took inspiration from the early work of Evangelos Odysseas Papathanassiou (Vangelis)RIP. I loved how he combined traditional Greek instruments with electronics on "Earth".  "Heaven and Hell"  remains a personal favourite. 



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Plantation On Athoek

LYRICS:

I do what I do, not for you, just for pleasure
I do what I can and I can't do no more
It's all up for grabs, there for keeps, for good measure
This ain't gonna go down like it has before

The more you take, the more you break
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you deal defines what's real
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you take, the more you break
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you deal defines what's real
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)

I do what I do, not a want, but a have to
You take what you can 'til I can't give no more
It's all just a show, a facade, a half measure
This ain't gonna go down like you think it should

The more you take, the more you break
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you deal defines what's real
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you take, the more you break
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you deal defines what's real
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)

I know you know
I'm hanging like hangman
With nowhere to go
I know you know
I'm hanging like hangman
With nothing to show
I know you know
I'm hanging like hangman
By neck or by toes
I know you know
I'm hanging like hangman
I scare off the crows

You do what you do, what you think, what you bother
You take what you can 'til you can't take no more
It's all an exchange, give and take, that you squander
This ain't gonna play out like you'd like it to

The more you take, the more you break
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you deal defines what's real
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you take, the more you break
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)
The more you deal defines what's real
(Gonna break it down, gonna break it down)

Like Hang Man

Taking five, waiting for the time to arrive, searching for the will to survive, on the drive of your lives
Taking four, chilling for another cold war, dreaming of the broken dance floor, falling through another trap door, hoping for more
Taking three, dominoes are falling over me, imprisoned in the land of the free, submerged in a fake reality
Taking two, power trippers calling after you, looking for another breakthrough, rejoicing at the callous menu, it’s true
Taking one, mad dogs running for the sun, fat cats have only just begun, creaming cream, having fun

Counting Down

Blackout

Monument

From the album "Greenfields"
Available on Bandcamp: https://romerium.bandcamp.com/album/greenfields-ambient-drone-cinematic

Watch The Clouds Pass Overhead

Way Out East

Inspired by the final lines from the poem Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

"The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."



Intimations: A Prelude

the 2018 was a very difficult year for me ...
understanding after so many years of having come to the end of a relationship was not easy to accept. I tried with all my strength to save something that escaped me like sand in my hands.
at the same time I poured all my interior experience into the creative act, as a source of salvation, into a cathartic act.
suspension between abyss and ecstasy ...
I was feverishly working on the realization of my first album.
project which, moreover, was interrupted due to the breakdown of my mac .. I lost several important information, such as sounds created with the help of different vst plugins .. and I still try to recover data etc .. to continue the project.
even today it is not easy for me to listen to this piece again.
it takes me back in time, and inevitably a few tears still line my face.
however, it is one of the few pieces accompanied by a text written at the time. I find it extraordinary how pain is able to take new shape through art.
here is the text to follow:

Packaged lives.

Packaged lives.


And in all our going
Without an arrival

Enjoy the trip, at least

While pretending to be tired

Packaged lives

With the heart immersed
Inside a well

Packaged lives

Looking for my place
In the world.


A place in time, with you

Packaged lives

And in all our going
Without an arrival

Packaged lives

Enjoy the trip, at least

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Many thanks to Freesound.org  and the following user: 
TobiasLudwig - For the sample: heartbeat (on freesound.org)
Timbre - For the sample: Yet more static from another old cheap portable analogue television.flac (on freesound.org)
Rucisko - For the sample: traffic (on freesound.org)
for their great sound capture.

Packaged Lives

Casual songwriter, sporadic tunesmith. Elusive chapters of my life I found worth making. There’s more life coming.

.nediul nekkolk teod kilb raaH

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