You should read :
"Prisons and Their Moral Influence on Prisoners" (Peter Kropotkin)
It has been a hundred years and nothing has changed.

"This is inevitable, the prison kills all the qualities in a man which make him best adapted to community life"
"The released man is only looking for the outstretched hand of warm friendship. But society, after having done everything it could to make an enemy of him, having inoculated him with the vices of the prison, rejects him. He is condemned to become a "repeater." "
"If we do not succeed in all cases, the only practical corrective still will be fraternal treatment and moral support. [...]  And such means will be far more powerful to protect society from anti-social acts than the existing system of punishment which is an ever-fertile source of new crimes."

The whole text is available here :
http://dwardmac.pitzer.edu/Anarchist_Archives/kropotkin/revpamphlets/prisonsmoral.html

TheAdditionalExploitationAndHumiliationWhichAreBroughtByTheseWalls

This doesn't lead anywhere. Better change the head before it's too late.

Capo 5. about 5 minutes of nonsense. (Be glad it's not Capo 12)
Recorded with some tired eyes, off work on a tuesday afternoon after an interesting morning.

TheMetahorseWasHitInMidflightByARoyalCurse (The Metahorse PartI)

Another Adventure of the Metahorse!
Capo 6 - short dancing loop, post-rockish interlude.

AsTheEnginesStopped,TheMetahorseThought"LaJournéeSeraRude" (The Metahorse PartII)

--> "Paper became asphalt, and this frantic fear/aversion of others, of failure, altered"

The paper thing started as a completely un-related joke. 
What paralyzes and prevent people from interacting formed the rest. (this may sounds cheesy but I find myself very concerned with this kind of ideas these days)

The way home is the best conveyer of titles.
Recorded as older tracks - headphones on, dark room, a lamp one feet above the ground to cast shadows and make them dance.

Quieter sounds to be back soon :)

LePapierDevintBitume(EtCettePeurPaniqueDeL'Autre,D'Echouer,Altérée)

Tone-minus-one.

I wish I had a camera to get a picture of what inspired this tune.

the song ends abruptly because there was midst, I was cold, and it was late :) 
(in my memory, if I need to precise..
..to be honest, there's rarely any midst in my room when I record tunes.
..or we could all have fun with me dressed as in 80's black-metal on a smoke covered stage, or in a dark forest, to appear between trees with an eviiiil look. 
..mh, yeah, I'd love to do that!! :))
(Do I talk too much?)

(ahem, it's late and there was some fun to have with the tags and the descriptions)

TheTreeTunnelPassesByTheColdGiantsSleepingInTheDimCityGlow

Yay, another loop!
Let's say that's a demo.

short story IS short : 
Trees - walking under their shadows - nice feeling. (trees sick?)
Constructions - Engines.
Night.
Trees GONE.
LIGHTS.
FAREWELL.

Final try from an intro that was going nowhere.

Parts of the songs are more like "screw that, let's try something. hey, its sounds good ! oh no, not good. not good! Wait, is it still recording?"

If you notice the 2 cuts, congrats, now you can wear a hat.
Beware, the obvious full-stop that is heard around the 3'50 mark is not editing, but rather a RAW, ARBITRARY, BARBARIC cut of the loop with a ferocious foot :))
We can all thanks the "*press and hold* to pause the loop".

The reason is "hey, the fuzz is on, I'm gonna do a bend here! oh crap, it sounds like the beginning of a poor heavy metal solo, do some scratchs quick ! nooo, i don't want to redo anything!" (CTRL-Z CTRL-Z)

why do I keep on trying to record everything live in one take?

This was a new episode.
.of.
..DisquePolaire
...trying hard to answer unnecessary and never-asked questions since MMX.


TheCityLightsHaveWonAndNowThePeaceful,IntricateShadowsOfTheseBranchesAreGone

28-IX-2014 V3 ROUGH DEMO. VERY VERY ROUGH DEMO.
> LYRICS FR///EN BELOW.
Emotion and urgency over details - kindly described as "tortured angst ridden vibes" :)
No loops
Vocals are delivered in a quiet building with thin walls so screaming with a better/louder voice is hard to acheive :( It's basically screaming while trying not to make too much noise, which really IS disturbing!
 
FR ///

Charades entremélées, parler à mots couverts.
A croire qu'on n'aborde le sens du verbe que dans ces moments :
une passe d'armes où le mur se rappelle inamicalement à ton dos.
Présence froide et hautaine !
la chaleur des mots est elle absente de vos cordes, ou suis-je en tort ?
Serait-ce que je ne la perçois pas,
transi et tremblant derrière un rictus défensif ?
Ces syllabes à double sens, cajolant et tranchant,
être écrasé par ceux qu'on hisse au sommet.
D'imaginaires pyramides qui me blessent la rétine.
Tant à dire, tant à échanger !
Mais les regards se détournent dans le reflet des vitres.
Un miroir pour chacun, la méfiance pour l'autre.
Une barrière qui te hurle "Réveille !",
dans un sursaut salvateur pour une chute vers l'Etre.

Faut dire que j'en apprends plus à écouter les galériens
qu'à rester assis dans l'abstrait et l'inutile.
Profondeurs du Moi et contradictions du jour.
Le soleil se reflète sur tes échecs et tes fautes,
mais il n'y a personne ici pour accepter de te voir.
On a construit des cathédrales pour moins que ça,
se voir guidé et aimé pour ne pas assumer.

A trop jouer la tapisserie pour rester sauf,
on finit par être surpris de se faire encadrer,
empaillé entre deux gravures marines et la fenêtre ouverte sur ta vie.
Transition sur l'Être, l'Avoir qui dépasse ta main avide !
Trop à perdre à rester assis à se lamenter.

A trop la ramener, 'faudrait pas qu'on en vienne à mépriser le futur des autres
pour s'assurer la victoire sur l'avoir.
Pendant ce temps, alors que le reflet des vitrines m'aveugle
et que tous les yeux se détournent,
sur ces nouveaux étals les truands et les lâches menent leur progrès et affaires.

TRADITION, REPETITION, REGRESSION.

EN ///

Interlaced charades. To be speaking covertly.
We'd believe we only bring up the meaning of the verb in these moments:
a sharp exchange where the wall coldly reminds itself to your back.
Glacial and conptemptous presence!
Is the warmth of your words missing from your (vocal) strings, or am i wrong?
Could I not perceive it,
trembling and shaking behind a defensive smile?
These two-faced syllables, wheedling and cutting,
to be crushed by those we raise to the summit.
Imaginary pyramids than hurt my eyes.
So much to say, so much to exchange!
But the glances are oblique in the windows' reflections.
A mirror for each of us, mistrust towards others.
A barrier to urge you "Réveille !",
in a salvatory spasm that brings a fall towards "being".

To be honest, I learn more from listening to those who struggle,
than by sitting into abstract and uselessness.
Depths of the self, and contradictions of the day.
The sun reflects on your failures and mistakes,
but there's nobody here to accept seeing you.

I guess cathedrals were built for less than that,
to feel guided and love, all not to take responsibility on oneself.

After blending in the tapistery to stay safe
we'd end up being surprised to be in a frame,
stuffed between two marine engravings and the window opened upon your life.
Transition to Being, Possessions that overcome your avid hand!

Too much too lose, to stay there complaining.

Showing off too much, 'better
 not despising the future of people
to secure your victories on Having.

In the meantime, while the reflections from shops-windows are blinding me,
and all eyes are turning away,
on these new stalls, crooks and cowards handle their progress and business.

TRADITION, REPETITION, REGRESSION.

DEMO -- Tradition Répétition Régression: D'évitement en rejet (Partie 1)

written mid-january 2017: 
I just rediscovered this one track that I recorded & set to private "10 months ago" so I guess it was sometimes around march/april which were weird emotional times for me. 
This is kind of the soundtrack of this era and the following months.
But yeah. "it gets better".

> recommended volume for listening -loud-. 
It doesn't get louder than that, quiet-gets-boring, and my intention while playing that was just to lose myself into this music, into these feelings, to get drowned in the sound and stay in that bubble forever.
And if the song doesn't soar high, that's because the mood didn't go quite far up either. 
And if this track doesn't get actually somewhere, well you got the correct mood as well: losing foot, losing roots, fighting depression not knowing what to do where to go feeling stranded and all that.
It could have been angrier, it could have expanded further, it should have exploded at the some point and get a rebirth in quieter parts but life didn't so fuck it that's a testimony of early 2016's shitty times, as well as the realization of years of suppressed feels. 

oh and I still write too much don't i? 
on a more positive note, cause life is not just downs: I came back yesterday from a couple of days with the cutest human beings I know, we've been cheesy af, hugged a lot and sceamed-along while some great bands played, so it brings a balance to all of this.
"Still sad" but in a not-so-crappy mood.

Sorry for not being more present, not going on SC to listen to anyone's tracks, or talking with the people who still cared when I posted my moody sounds,
It meant so much, really. 
Take care.

"but not this city and not in april"

Cover of Zegota's "Sleepwalkers".

Original (and much better version) : 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mzmZ-4MXr1I

Contains slightly cringy vocals and poor attempt at not sounding a bit too, well, french.

> recorded on the cutest 1w amp. because things sound cuter on cute amps. and I need cute things at the moment.
> made a trillion attempts at recording my voice.

___ Lyrics :
"I had a dream I walked the city in my sleep
And that I found my way home at last
Nothing could lead me there but the things I dreamed
And in the end that was all I needed

It rained for the first time in Stockholm last night
And dreamed from all the world's heeds-?-
And we walked hand in hand down from the museum
As the whole world fell in
And no one around could believe their eyes
O'er one and too many more
It's one of those things you die to believe is true
It takes courage to see that it's not

And I had a dream I walked the city in my sleep
And that I found my way home at last
And nothing could lead me there 
but the things that I dreamed
And in the end that was all I needed
To find my way "

Sleepwalkers (Zegota COVER)

My computer is kinda dead right now, so I just recorded that with my phone from my super cute and tiny orange amp. *kofkof*
That being said, here's some moody, mostly improvised, super lofi washed-out post-rock. 

Admit it, we're getting close to 144p youtube rips of black metal! Next song MAY be blocks of concrete smashed on each other, recorded through the same setup. Stay tuned. Or run. Far away.

Hug your plush friends, and take care <3

the first notes of the loop sound A LOT like one of Fall Of Efrafa 's songs, but I may be the only one to notice here :) But if you do know/love them, come say hi and have a hug and have me go hysterical and eager to get on a side project with you.

To the place I call, by default, 'Home' - LOFI Improvisation

kissing good night to the sound of birds waking up

The Robot doesn't make a sound, because it now lacks its voice to express its usual two-octaves-down distorded frequencies/feelings that we consider mere noise.

(aaaand mostly because I didn't want to go into the deep-fuzzy-robotic-agony wall-of-sound for this time and rather kept it clean :) )
(If you want robot agony, check my track "TheDeusExMachinaBecameCynical...")

The end is pretty sudden, let's say that the tree fell, or the robot woke up from its nightmare, whatever. 
(hey, what a coincidence : "MyAlarmClockHadANightmare", into my set ! yes, let's all act surprised...)

ThickRootsStartedToGrowThroughTheSilentRustyRobot

Bits of lo-fi sadness with a pinch of hope? With quite a lot of delay?
In search of that one-take high, risky pedal click, moody overlayered looped improvisation.
.
Live from home since fall 2010.
and inactive for way too long

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