aw great imagery!  quirky and beautiful.  i can hear hints of early Genesis here.   lush track.

Interesting music making me thinking of the Genesis album The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway . Very nice.

Oh this is going up and my spine like a elevator, so beautiful.

La Danse Du Château Les Cigognes

Staffins Spleuchd

Now in a much better sound-quality than before the most complicated song which I have ever made and which has evoked the following honorary Soundcloud-reactions:
Sergio Requena Canto Hell yeah! My friends gonna luv this song *-* (at 1.29)
ANTI-CONTROL this is totally my shit (at 4.16)
Logosamphia impact; fullon intense essence (at 1.22)
Amy Plotner WTF (at 4.15)
Amy Plotner what is this dude on whoa!! (at 0.59)
SQUAREPUSHER funky (at 1.14)
keeping your calm. So strange omg... (at 1.51)
user47487916 youtube on orcun eray (at 0.25)
snejdl trippy (at 0.07)
KiiroXKiiro i like the overall feel of it, makes me feel all over the place =p (at 4.20)

Ha Cha Cha (He Turned The World Into A Vehicle)

Lyrics & Production: Orit Sagie
Composition & Arrangement: Nitzan Sagie
Singing & Vocals: Galit Mor
Mixing & Mastering: Maor Shvartzberg
Recorded at: MishMash Studios

At Rokemet - A Song To Noga

2015 - 2019 Idle Fall

Please enjoy, and wherever these sounds find you -- peace.

Lineage of the Lost

An acoustic guitar recorded in the countryside a few years ago that I chopped up and experimented with, and out came this.
Will be on a new album, planned for spring 2024.

rarely

Song by Bryan Ciliberto
Drums - Henri Ciliberto

Every day and night I walk these streets
every crack is named and growing
it will spread until the whole world caves in on itself
soon nothing at all will be unfamiliar
even the word ‘nothing’ will be understood
I stand on a plank overlooking pure bliss
while the silence echos in the back of my brain
they’ll be no word for silence either

help me I can’t help myself
help me I can’t help myself
over the river and through the hood 
to the blue light lounge we go
the fists will fly if someone dies 
well that's just how it goes

The sky looked down on him with yellow contempt
the fog seemed to move backward and follow him through the downtown streets
it was Christmas time and men were erecting a giant tree full of lights
an electric eel slithered into the streets and into the sewer 
as shoppers made there way into a 5 star hotel
all he could think about was his broken belt
it was 7:54 on the downtown street

I stood on the bridge overlooking the river
I could see the sun reflecting a million tiny pearls of light off the water
as the river flowed past it appeared they stood still
I slowly made my way across to the opposite shore

Unfamiliar

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

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Unbuttoned Eyes

Rain on Seneca Rock (Side Project Instramental)

With Florence Lee of keroacsaq - https://soundcloud.com/kerouacsaq
Synth Engineer - Brett Bixby - https://soundcloud.com/brettbixby

Drama In The Making - w Florence Lee

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".

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