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I can't sleep with you floating there

DRUMAX No. 72 // ELECTRIC STORMS // Dance of the Electrons ...
@joerxworx // Composition, Instruments, Arrangement, EWI Synth, Mix
@docfritz // Rhythm Design, Brilliant Drums & Percussion, Cover Design
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ELECTRIC STORMS

DRUMAX No. 72 // ELECTRIC STORMS

nutsey

Authentic Lizard Dancer

Spadochrony

Fine lines, hard edges

Infinity Fingertips

SOUND  SELF  SOUND   XX

method: A50 and microphone  before input - pedals and effects before output
narration: these days one has to cope with these days - that's basic dialectics, isn't it
copyright for the poem, the composition, the sounds and the image: jo richter

behold the golem at the helm
made of silence, made of clay
this is your home, this is your realm
how much does an inked word weigh

bailiffs live the coral life
elder masters clad in kelp
men may snorkel, hegels dive
words confuse, there is no help

if the undead self arrives from voodoo space
if the unmet I is just AI
if shadows shed redeeming grace
if jojo dialectics are all lie
who will prompt the prompts and question questions
who will prompt the prompts and question questions

dial 0 for landline services

Text and Music by Vincent Eoppolo. Spoken Word: Ilaria Boffa

ENGLISH TEXT

We walk among the ruins with trembling grace, entranced by our own reflection,
seeking solace in the very engines of our undoing,

The earth sighs beneath an ashen veil
its wounded forests exhaling a perfume of loss.

Oceans turn in their restless sleep, heavy with unseen wounds,
and the sky, once indifferent, now trembles with a feverish light.

Even the sun seems to shine with a sickened gold,
as if ashamed to illuminate our excess and complete disregard.

Meanwhile, the church steeple stretches towards heaven as if a plea
but the heavens answer only with cold indifference.

I can't sleep with you floating there

douglasmseidel