Name: eleven again by daVId attic in plunderflood
Duration: 2 min 4 s
Description: young love. memories of that certain someone. you were both developing, you both went through some serious shit individually. you clicked. you explored together, and each other... and then they were gone. 💔 -i meant to write this sooner, for context, but i was exhausted.

awww you miss this girl... also dude kinda creepy at your age, non? 🤔 jk i kno u not like that 👌🏻

a collection of vaporwave plunderphonic pieces. dm if you have any questions about sources :)

plunderflood

One night in March 2022 when my partner Rob from Archmage Band (@archmageband @archmageband2 & @archmageband3) was coding he experienced an auditory glitch every time he typed with an interesting series of beeps. I noticed it, catching the moment with my microphone. The glitch had inspired me to make this melodic techno song which is usually more his style, and I also dedicate this one to him. (@rob-ulysses)

Ambitious Daydreams

Captured Glitch ("I Thought You Were Playing Music, Rob")

Space War Against The Kinky Cyborgs

THE BOY - RIOT OF THE MIND
OUT NOW!
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This is a cheering song for punks. Everything by myself. Main genres are Punk / Pop Punk. The moods are Energetic, Upbeat. The overall vibes are inspired by The Clash. Simplicity and passionate vocal. The sounds of guitar and bass are inspired by Green Day. I love their lively music. The goal was to make music as open as theirs. In creating, anyway, I tried to make a punk song that is simple. There's nothing difficult about the guitar, bass and drums. I would be really happy if someone heard this song and decided to start a band. The chorus is very very easy to remember! I want the audience to play loud at the party.

Lyrics : 1! 2! 3! 4!

We mustn’t forget about love
I don't need fuckin' rules
I wanna be in the sunshine
I don't ever know your shine

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

There's nothing to fear, nothing to doubt
'Cause I'm in love with you
I like to be higher than the sky
We don't need to cry now

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

We need a new riot
Riot Riot of our minds
We mustn't forget about love
We don't need our fighting glove

Wooo oh oh oh oh
Wooo oh oh oh oh

RIOT OF THE MIND

The amoral mantle

Artist Picture By. Michi_Bittersweet
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
Colorist. Shyntwirl

Produccer. Shyntwirl
Programmer. Shyntwirl
Keyboard. Shyntwirl
Kicks & Beats. Shyntwirl
Mini Synthesizers. Shyntwirl
Fx. Shyntwirl
Reverb & Echo. Shyntwirl 
Mix. Shyntwirl
Equalizers. Shyntwirl
Modulation. Shyntwirl
Background. Shyntwirl
Sound Escape. Shyntwirl

Ambient / Experimental / Chill / Relax / Keyboard / Reverb & Echo / Mix / Background

PROD. Shyntwirl

Shyntwirl - IM A SUPERSTAR! (PROD. Shyntwirl)

Realm - Insatiable Void (AudioBake Mix)

Trübselig (Gloomy)

The Farthest Place Away on Earth

young love. memories of that certain someone. you were both developing, you both went through some serious shit individually. you clicked. you explored together, and each other... and then they were gone. 💔 -i meant to write this sooner, for context, but i was exhausted.

eleven again

Sh__ _e

heavily edited and layered, think it turned into a fine sludgefest. ty Shelley (@Shell2323) for the pic, you guys always make my tracks (and yours) look better. 😎🖤

Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

Useless key - 7-11-2024 translation in description

it would be undeniable that i have strong roots in this scene, this particular clip is from a favourite song from a favourite batcaver/goth band from the late '70s/1980s.

𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝

there are those situations, sometimes once in a lifetime, where you get a chance to meet someone you really admire artistically, only to find out they're a complete jerk, and that they acted in such a way to make you think "was it me or something i did?" and start to hear similar stories from others... you can be a "rockstar" and not be a complete dickbag, even if you're "on the spectrum" or a quirky oddball or whatever the fuck else, doesn't give you license to be a gaping anus. so this plunderphonics piece is a bit of a "fuck you" to the one in question, a shame really, the original is quite a beautiful track.

m̷y̷ ̷n̷a̷m̷e̷ ̷w̷i̷l̷l̷ ̷f̷a̷l̷l̷ ̷i̷n̷ ̷t̷h̷e̷ ̷r̷a̷i̷n̷

maybe you were her in disguise and i was never untrue

Song composed and edited in May 2.020.

Music Studio, with native instruments, Kv331 Synthmaster player and One.

Beyond the heaven

i am an electronic music maker, musicologist, and ex-dj. unless it's plunderphonics pieces or remixes/mashups (usually in a lo-fi vaporwave drag style) the music is 100% me outside of samples from shows and movies or other media sources, occasionally Shelley or Loren will lend their vocals to my tracks. 

my work with Shelley & Loren is sometimes a hybrid of original music and AI, and not just auto-generated slop, we work a lot on the pieces regardless of whether AI was used or not. they are talented musicians in their own right, and sometimes the end results are magnificent, but we're always experimenting, and the results are sometimes rough... however, we do love damaged sounding recordings, record crackles, tape hiss, glitches, etc.

eleven again

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