A lovely listen of flowing major and minor 7ths. Can't help but hear some Fripp in the writing and singing.  Nice to hear you again:)

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Talks With My Heart By Katarina Jovchevska

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The Tide Turns

Lyrics:
Everyone is out of their mind,
seeking to find something that just isn't there.
Look at us all we're floating around,
above the ground, waiting to be tied down.
Some of us had a grand ole plan,
it doesn't stand, not when the wind blows it in.
And I want to see, if you're following me.
When there's dust in your eyes and the air you can't breath.
And there's no place for you to be.
Every way you went got you lost,
bitten by frost,
Consumed by the beast of the loch.
Listening close you can hear their lament.
A whispering glint,
a little too late to rescind.
And I hope you'll be, a shining epitome.
Look at me, with delusions of grandeur and greed.
From the dirt cries out an empty plea.
Everyone is out of their minds.

Everyone Is Out of Their Mind

UK breakbeat inspired jam.  instruments used are pictured.  no tape on this one but a 16 bit digital recorder seemed appropriate anyway. 

choppin thru the mix

STRANGE AGREEMENT

Thru The Winter Triangle

Third piece in a series of experiments to try other approaches:
'The Crystalline'. You're welcome to listen if you like, if you can.

Future III: The Crystalline

Sundried queen,
Eyes above,
Song of tongue,
Spoken light.

Change of heart,
Glimpse of you,
Eastern Star,
Gleam of truth.

Rainbow bridge,
Wisp of life,
Builders grave,
Daylight hides.
Silver spade,
Darkened nights.

Crown of salt,
Maidens tool,
King of Wands,
Phoenix plume.

Foolish sea,
Masters bell,
Lonely hymn,
Stone of youth.

Natures wings,
Golden veil,
Diggers tune,
Wooden nail.
Emerald charm,
Gods Affair.


son of sol (demo)

Originally there was an image of yellow narcissus flying helical and infinitely to draw a picture, but it was found that a song is better to express it. The track of flowers is like a star ship which reaches the Jupiter.
The bell sounds at the end of the song were cited from a novel in which a bell rings when a person comes back from an infinite journey.

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Falling Yellow Flower

February 13, 2021, Melvern Lake, Kansas, United States.

Frozen Lake

"Reality forever eludes us. Infinity mocks our puny efforts to imprison it in definition and dogma. Our most splendid realizations are only adumbrations of the Light. In his endeavors, man is but a mollusk seeking to encompass the ocean.

Yet man may not cease his struggle to find God. There is a yearning in his soul that will not let him rest, an urge that compels him to attempt the impossible, to attain the unattainable. He lifts feeble hands to grasp the stars and despite a million years of failure and millenniums of disappointment, the soul of man springs heavenward with even greater avidity than when the race was young.

He pursues, even though the flying ideal eternally slips from his embrace. Even though he never clasps the goddess of his dreams, he refuses to believe that she is a phantom. To him she is the only reality. He reaches upward and will not be content until the sword of Orion is in his hands, and glorious Arcturus glearns from his breast.

Man is Parsifal searching for the Sacred Cup; Sir Launfal adventuring for the Holy Grail. Life is a divine adventure, a splendid quest

Language falls. Words are mere cyphers, and who can read the riddle? These words we use, what are they but vain shadows of form and sense? We strive to clothe our highest thought with verbal trappings that our brother may see and understand; and when we would describe a saint he sees a demon; and when we would present a wise man he beholds a fool. "Fie upon you," he cries; "thou, too, art a fool." So wisdom drapes her truth with symbolism, and covers her insight with allegory. Creeds, rituals, poems are parables and symbols. The ignorant take them literally and build for themselves prison houses of words and with bitter speech and bitterer taunt denounce those who will not join them in the dungeon. Before the rapt vision of the seer, dogma and ceremony, legend and trope dissolve and fade, and he sees behind the fact the truth, behind the symbol the Reality.

Through the shadow shines ever the Perfect Light.

Down through the misty vistas of the ages rings a clarion declaration and although the very heavens echo to the reverberations, but few hear and fewer understand: "In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God."

Here then is the eternal paradox. The Word is lost yet it is ever with us. The light that illumines the distant horizon shines in our hearts. "Thou wouldist not seek me hadst thou not found me." We travel afar only to find that which we hunger for at home.

And as Victor Hugo says: "The thirst for the Infinite proves infinity."

That which we seek lives in our souls.

It is well. Blessed are the eyes that see, and the ears that hear, and the heart that understands."

-Reynold E. Blight 33° K.T.

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