Radio Far Oeste Playlist Part. II

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Fantaisies tracks (courtes) series no. 166

creation: 2021/10/23

These sets/mixes/live performances/podcasts... were uploaded to SC
between 0_/2021 and 10/2021, except for the following, older ones:

. . -
[TO BE COMPLETED]

Happy listening!

* Soundcloud time: 1 year = 12 - 23 months.

HK_Fantaisies_tracks_166

Mesmo's Midnight Adventure Theater of Sound presents: String Incident at Exeter

String Incident at Exeter

a transition which leads into the next chapter of my story

endeavors (the interlude)

a good offer

This is the fifth in a series of Module Music pieces. It also uses concrete sounds from bowl and tables. The source-code can be found at github.com/danielstahl/module-music-5.

Module Music 5

Composed and Produced 
Dortmund, Oct '21.

Stained Glass [Extract]

In October

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Lorenzo Santoro

Lorenzo Santoro & Marco Lucchi - John 12,2

Hope you enjoy
Martin , Marcus & Karin

Instruments:  Splintered Finger @fraudstein
Lyric's & Vocals: Augenmerk 
Composed Arranged & Produced: Splintered Finger & Augenmerk

Put on my boots, the ride comes up,
Take the lighthouse  to the open sea.
Throw the saddle overboard, I am free.
I drift on the ocean, immerse into the full,
in schools of fish searching colors, which the garment still lacks,
drinking the stream of life, from above and below, from anywhere:
comes on me, hissing.
A swarm at the back, my feet in the mud,
the head leaning against the wall, the night becomes day, 
picks the balloon from the sky and light explodes in the spray.
Life foams over, and I lean back thirsty,
push the back against the seat back, enjoy the drive, the ride.

Collect my blueprints
Count past and possible future into the void.
I was enclosed, zeroed in.
What’s it to the dance? Puzzle of many splinters,
Some penetrate and fester, are source.
I open doors, close doors, so many rooms,
In each one birth, death, sins, knowledge.

I allow myself, believe myself, sue me for myself 
My yes and no and the endless time, the only time that remains is now

I renounce to sacrifice, disaster, error and desolation,
give me space, traces clothe my body,
vinyl and leather, on the strap the whip
and on the left the mind, on the right the impuissence, 
the vision releases depth.
I spit out the sea I've drunk, too long and too much,
The black star in the black blue, the black flood gone

Life serves me, steals from me
Your milk is drinking me all of a sudden your island visits me,
lands at my strand
Flag gala, boat christening, cork’s pop - life steps on the gas
Mother, forever pregnant, gives birth and gives birth and gives birth

The Dark does not want to hear about it, and the bright gets off, drifts off - dream boat, dream ship, spaceship
The wings trimmed, give up flying? And good appetite for life!
Enjoy the meal! Cut off doesn’t apply!

Fresh water, rinse the brush. A new image originates,
 carries my tracks, finds me, loses me,
starts and finishes me. I could come, could go
Could finish my dance.
Not take seriously, not fix: so or so I am
I dish myself up. I wipe
to pour me somewhere else on the stage, to flow.
Here I am, so is it, my life.
 
At some point the trip began, and once, perhaps never,
reaches its destination, last port.
Move the ground, which from bending down and humping  
obscures the view, the sight makes short, 
Which captures and lays in linen, holds in small bunches -

The daily peg, around which one circles!
And outside the humpback whale sings, ancient, gentle, free,
Ready to free us, everywhere we are at home,
The world is ride within our head, calling, luring!

Blow up templates! Cut tapes! Open locks!
Let the flood in! 
Raise the wave, listen to ourselves instead of losing us!
On the trip knowing that these quiet inside calls 
are still related to the loud rushing outside,
That the cosmos outside well-known to the inner sea opens dreams  
you see hidden worlds finally unfold, finally contain you,

One morning which taps blue at the window
opens your desire for the delicious and the secret,
you saddle your horse with the bubbly of the night,
which leans your dream into the day, and you do not know why,
you put on your fanciest cap, turn around and say, "Wonderful!".
You flip the line off, which still hangs on the house,
Throw down the anchor, which still holds you, you mount the horse.
So covetous, so great your thirst for world that nothing can hold you any more
and pure urge for life flows through your veins, you bunk off.

Lust for this foaming, overwhelming exploding in-all-directions,
parading your loudest, wildest and most beautiful,
equipping you with boots that jump over mountains.
You look, on which mountains you were grounded, which horns crowned you,
which valley tied your foot to shade
and seek expanse, gravity, your imploding.
You finally celebrate your luminous ride !!!!!!

WE CAME IN ON THE TIDE_DEN LEUCHTRITT FEIERN_ SPLINTERED FINGER & AUGENMERK (lyrics are translated)

soundcloud.com/andreas-bruening
I found an experiment with loops of Andreas Bruening which I mixed last year.

Loops oops )))))))))))

Soundmining makes dark, generative ambient music. It is based both on pure electronic sounds and on recorded natural sounds.

He is a Swedish composer named Daniel Ståhl. Born in Stockholm, Sweden 1967 and is currently based in Stockholm. Studied composition at the Royal College of Music in Stockholm between 1992 and 1995.

Module Music 5

soundmining