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Sarah Buckley - Wind Chimes Live & Acoustic

nachspiel

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


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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.

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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]

Gravesong

Lyrics for “My Sweetheart, by Darius Greene”

My sweetheart’s got seven heads and several serpent arms quite long! 
She stretches out five eastern states and blackens out the sun. 
Swarms of kittens with spider eyes are bursting from her sides. 
I love that cute little part in her hair, as she burns the fields and skies! 
I love that way she stops and stares with her millions of creepy eyes.

My sweetest little baby is a writhing mass of ectoplasmic goop, with poison spines and a tongue a mile long with a goat head spitting poop! Let’s sacrifice a field of crying babies please? So she can rip a hole through time where things can eat our face through our brains.

My uninvited gelatin from beyond the stars, she’s got an oozing pseudopod that never lets me get too far.

Oh, my sweet gal’s got long long horns that touch the sky above! 
The deepest pits have torn apart all filled with fire and floods. 
All the paintings in the world are dark and bleeding. There’s ugly babies crying backwards on the ceilings.
You may be fine and swell-O. but, I’d prefer the Dev-Ol!
I mean, she controls my motor functions and my sense of moral juncture - you’d crumble into dust if she even looked your way ill never get enough of her she stretches here to London Bay.

My sweet lover wears a crown of ancient skulls and giggles when she crucifies a naked banker in the middle of a pristine lawn!
I love the cute little smile she wears, as she burns the birds and bears. 
Her sweet perfume you can’t escape get through the ventilation shaft before its way too late

My baby’s got what no other lover has—control over the meta objective structure of multiple levels of existence. I will love no other, she mutated pretty much everyone with eyeball bats that scream like mobs of octo-donkeys when they’re horny. It gets me quite elated….that vibrating sensation…of her 7500 ghz of astral macroplasmic radiation.

It was love at first sight, the moment she arose from the Void Of Eternal Pain. 
Or maybe it was that squirming thing she laid down deep in the stem of my brain.
Maybe its her hypno rays? Or her mutated zombie slaves? 
Or the volatile fountains of nocuous gobs spewing out of her slit onto screaming mobs?!

Ya might think you’re so heavy, but you’ve got nothing on my jelly. 
The sweet Leviathon, to bring us to our very end. 
So, you might think you’re a peach, but you’ve got nothing on my Beast. 
She’s illustrious as she is dire to every living thing.

My vastly incorporeal Beast of all End Time, she’s the ecto-slime for me. 
I won’t give you the time. I’m part of her body forever and I don’t mind

My Sweetheart

Bringing this old tune back out for a spin, the vocals have been renewed afresh...

Waltzing Rats

One day the rats will go waltzing
in the towers made of gold,
and the midnight will smile on the rosy nose
of everything meek and cold;
and with thimbles for bells
they’ll clamor like hell, on the broken
beaks and wings; where owls
were once their kings.

With long teeth, and tuxes, and ties,
and pockets of dandelion seeds;
they gift all their beauties with
the tarnished trinkets,
only the best of dumpsters have seen.
Moving their tails to the organ reeds
of plastic wrap and cheese,
and a rather tasty breeze.

By the dreams of tiny things,
and the tails of grief and woe;
Fortune may come to the meager paws,
of those it seldom knows.

One day the rats will go waltzing
in the finest of luxury suites,
and the mornings will glow on the 
sable eyes, of the ones with quiet feet;
and with candy corns for horns,
they’ll roar for joy along the halls,
by streaming soda falls.

With quaint canes and top hats,
and a flicker of whisker before they kiss,
they twirl all their beauties then take a bow
for the world has become their bliss.
The secret of squeaks where shadows hide beatsm
of thundering hearts that meet,
for rejoicing their love is sweet.

By the dreams of tiny things,
and the tails of grief, and woe.
Fortune may come to the meager paws
of those it seldom knows.

Waltzing Rats

Phantasmic-enthuzimuzzy


Oh we all drive like lightning on the Heaventops above
we never need to pine for what we’ve lost!
all we have is what we have loved
We all drive like lightning above with our radio hearts full blast
hear the click n clack n roll of the Hells below,
all the devils and dames have the class.

Oh its time for Forever!! to pull our threads undone. 
we are light we are weather we are rain between the suns 
Oh, we all drive like lightning on the Heaventops above,
hear us rain down on your houses as we call you back to None. 

We all drive like lightning on the Heaventops up above
we never need to pine for what we’ve lost all we've got is what we have loved

Phantasmic-enthuzimuzzy

Everything's Eventual

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".

My Sweetheart

Darius Greene

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