ferber;beatus - crying voices in the night

Nous étions jeunes, nous étions stupides.  Composé par t.b et d.s (2010).
 Le véritable effort, le travail et ce qui fait que ce petit morceau tourne en quelque sorte, c'est l'effort et la maîtrise finale d'une légende vivante: Dan Sela, grand maître de l'ingénierie et de la manipulation du son, fier contemplateur de la disparition inévitable de l'humanité (pour un avenir meilleur pour nous  tout ... eh bien ... pour quelqu'un en tout cas).
 Google lui dans ses nombreuses formes et variantes (ou mieux encore, DuckDuckGo lui). 

https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/7pVc2wpoydM81D1R9

t.beatus / d.sela - basics

preMonitors

When you slow down a beat so much, and you close your eyes to Meditate.... w... wh... why is everyone so jolly good and positive about that practice ? If you are actually doing real hard-core meditation you are just talking to your inner Demons￼ as well. meeting what lurks inside my mind is just terror Incarnated￼. Beauty is terribly sad for me today.

Hate this day. Made this little piece just so I may listen to it and disappear into thin air maybe finally , never coming back￼ to this plain of existence.

How come reality is so full of lies, masks and disguises? While we find so much truth in our fantasies and inner plains and fields of self consciousness ￼?

Shame on us. Shame on this world.
What will be left for our children? Lies, masquerades and just so many socially accepted psychoses...

No one wants me when I lie, no one wants me when I am truthful.
Final resolution:
 
I shall ascend over flesh. And I shall be my own...￼.

fear of meditation

Today will be remembered as the day I came back home, to my castle.
To the reality of down here: “We live alone and we die alone￼”.
Once again I will put My chain mail and my coat of armor￼.

By this I swear, I will never let anyone get close to my heart￼ ever again.

￼People now a day just don’t know how to touch it without hurting it.

18 of Mai just got a mew meaning.
From a day to celebrate what I thought of as a miracle, a. treasure....
To an understanding of how reality actually works￼.

I have an open wound that keeps on bleeding. I hate those kind of wounds;
you bleed and bleed, but you never die.
Just drops of blood enough to remind you  of the wound and who inflicted it upon you.￼

05.18.21, the day my love for you died

there is one man I was, I am and I will always be proud to work with, it’s the one playing the piano part :

Ben Ferber

There will never be enough words in any language to describe and depict how precious this giant of music and Titan of composition is for me.

preMonitors piano ver.

As a kid, getting lost was always considered a privilege. An act that actually defines freedom. Just to leave home to explore the unknown, finding new ways to lose yourself, with yourself.

I just understood now,
that one day I left,
and I am up till this day, 
struggling to find the path back home.

there is no home to go back to anymore

Arden (final mix)

ferber;beatus - La lumiere Noir (or « the day my love for you died »)

ferber;beatus - Generation Alpha

Destroyer of his own world and own worst enemy.  
Only after ascending over flesh and bodily possessions, the desire to be tamed emerged in the depths of Its essence to be given only to one entity. 
An entity Who in its turn, did not want the dubious pleasure of control over him.
Thus, in this way he can roam as he wishes, uncontrollably, armed with his wits and an excuse.
Rival of transience. 
Preserver of ancient ways and chivalry.

Lately, gave up on contemplating the demise of mankind.

Ecclesiastes