This is very original, strange, psychedelic, stunning... I love it!

I like the subtle, electronic distortion fuzz stuff occasionally going on in the background

I really like 5:12 in.  Also you're voice in this song reminds me of the lead singer in a famous band...but I completely forget which band godamnit

Delicate sounds & singing, so close feel !!

Paracosms

Instruments played: a notebook spiral, cardboard box, scissors, dan moi (vietnamese jaw harp), recorder, circular saw, sampled bolon, usual suspects such as drum kit, acoustic guitar/tonal resonation, and of course..the kitchen sink.

Lyrics:

Cardboard Girl

You’re feeling flatter than ever, you keep seeing the same view
there’s no need to forgive you for what you can’t see or don’t do
it’s a simple thing, you get stained, you’re not as bright as you---
---would like to stand on your own legs without falling right over;
scotch tape on your shoulders for when you can’t keep your head on

It’s a simple fact you’re un-exact - you’re not as well constructed as you’d have.
It’s a drastic pain if you believe those things, that you’re shorted one dimension and plain

When you’re stuck between pages you think that no one will find you,
there’s no reason to shame you for when you stay folded in two
with just a turn of a page you blow away, you’re not at all impressed with how you weigh.

If you could only see the galaxy - the universe under your tape and glue

- feeding the seas with ink stained eyes - hole punched hearts and stapled down cries
a sliver of you creased into dreams, unfold the dark of your wings -
never a doll just made into chains, you’re free to sail to sulk it or scream - 
an army of glue guns and their kinks won’t stamp you down - you’ll fall
you’ll fall,  fall to peace - they’ll cut you to ribbons you’ll fall into pieces of sleep


Artwork snaggled from http://www.artisticmoods.com/hollie-chastain/

Cardboard Girl

WORDS MATTER

Do you find that your words even matter?
Well I do.

I do.

It’s the actions of our hands as they chatter. 
Quite pitiful noises. 
Quite marvelous too.

The birds may pick out your eyes if you cry those tears.
You better watch yourself out here if you show those fears.

These little woodland creatures with such BIG hungry mouths.
They’ll eat out your heart, those little kings -
keep their chins so neat and clean when they 
carve you with their little forks and knives.

Don’t you know it only takes a word or few 
to take everything you love
away from you?



Artwork by my dear friend Kelly Haigh: 
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kelly-Haigh/40778625903

Words Matter

Devozione

Color Bars

Sarah Buckley - Wind Chimes Live & Acoustic

nachspiel

SECRET POWER MITTENS


As you ease em down your fingers you can see through the walls,
and taste the color of the paint, or shrink to one inch tall;
all the words coming out of peoples mouth you see fly off like bats,
and you can move like on the moon, twenty meters in a swoop, and
you catch glimpses of the future like the shadows of the moths in the streetlights,
and sometimes you hear a great hum of all the gears that wind the suns...
..and they’ve got wonky little lizards and stars that look like feathers,
and they even go together with your fuzzy bunny sweater -

Secret power mittens. soft as glowy kittens, 
and in the bones of winter they keep your hands so warm.

They can hypnotize anyone, put the spirals in their eyeballs
Or hold them close together: control the leaves and wooly weather.
They feel like living breathing static - amplified muff, high gain fluff;
but if you keep em on a little too much, you might pick up a habit;
these people hooked on knitted magic,
with a plush in every pocket out to fight the doom   (of us all)
sad yarns hoarded in the shade of their rooms;
freezing howling things. Frayed ruins;
cause in the bones of winter they couldn’t keep their hands warm.


Secret Power Mittens

Recorded a lot of SOMA Terra Tracks the last days. Took one from 15.11.2023 and recorded guitar(through Microcosm Pedal)


More on this 621st weekly Disquiet Junto project, The Leftovers (The Assignment: Use recently discarded material to make something new), at: https://disquiet.com/0621/

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Approaches(disquiet0621)

Broken Skin

“Le Joli Cœur” is a re-issue of an album released by Webbed Hand Records in 2008
webbedhandrecords.com/wh115-oes-le-joli-coeur/

The music - commissioned for an exhibition of works by Jean Cocteau - is entirely based on the final piano cadenza of "Now nothing" by the Penguin Cafe Orchestra.

It features contributions by Simon Jeffes, Marco Lucchi, Roberto Corsini, Mario Nobile, Dario Derek Lucchi, Lucio Bosi, Giampaolo Violi, Giza (Bram de Jonge), Alejo Nobili, _ , Umiomiomiomio (Umio Miyazaki), Hidekazu Wakabayashi, Christian Vasseur, Jimmy Lolek, Rainier Lericolais, Duet for Theremin and Lap Steel (Scott Burland) and Louise Bronx.

*

A project by Marco Lucchi
marcolucchi.bandcamp.com/album/le-joli-c-ur

Le Joli Coeur [2]

TRAMPELFÂD
rec.name: " scores 05 / Commissioned composition "
credit.
score:
https://ibb.co/HBqWb7T
date:05-05-2024

How Miss Marple Died 4

Force symbove

2Jun24

My naviarhaiku543 track
https://naviarlab.tumblr.com/post/751815862899605504/naviarhaiku543-rain-on-the-cherry-blossoms
:D

bamboo in the mist [naviarhaiku543]

LYRICS:
"Plastic hearts and thimble heads all wrapped up with rubber bands
hunted by toy buffalo kings, bad dreams poison everything
shoot their arrows - pop their guns;
you lose yourself in ghost radio. In a signal made of smoke.

Our feet are lost in the willow trees. Sound alarms. Frost bite comes to eat
You shove em out in the quaking light, their shining breasts bend the light
in velvet crumbs they die and tower, where all the hours go.

They say they love you but only they need, like hummingbirds come to feed;
boys and girls on mounting pins, under a glass in a dusty bin; with worn limbs tattered at their seams, 
on empty beds, unbuttoned eyes and heads;
would you look at all the mess!
Don’t recognize them. Melted and burned, by the wrath of ray gun baby feels.
Mouth glum. Hearts of power. Warm to the bone, the bandages on fingertips hold the little ones 
hold the hands that shake!


Crooked eyed queens and fat little kings. Sucking on flowers. Fucking on dreams. Their nibs and stoles on pillow trees, drinking of reek and smoking bees. And I'm afraid their apple brains had all grown roots, unglued the stars from their beds, knotted limbs from wooden heads "



Artwork: 'Madame McAllister and the Twin Sippers' used with permission of the voraciously talented Kristian Adam

https://www.facebook.com/kristian.adam.art?fref=ts
http://www.kristianadam.com
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Unbuttoned Eyes

We have to move them exactly so,
or all we see are ghosts and snow

Rabbit Ears

Cell

Songster, Composer, & Sound Mangler

Warbling sea harbored melodies - rhythmic tintinnabulary cabalettas inside soft baked fairy tale threnodies - lilting moontouched theramins and/or psychic lithographs of balloons, barns, and braided banana leaves - sleeping during dogwatch in the crosstrees by the languid moans of threadbare weatherboards - gritty euphonic lo-fi transmissions from long dead moon farms - invocations from antique radios short circuiting in cool spring rain.

This is for the anchors which bind the sugar to the orange.
For summoning unseasonal titans to storm the calamity of drab hours, out of ether,
the cloud throned dumplings who give suck to fat breasted delight and unabashed waking -
the blimpy sprites who gratify each naked fig by imbibing their mistaken turns
into the cotton headed sighs of unloved mouse trap music. 



My work has been featured on various Netlabels, film experiments, and worldwide radio shows, including BBC6's "Introducing".

Color Bars

Darius Greene

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