Her feet hardly touched the ground
back then
back then buried.
Angel, dead, black.
Pale angel dead.

The beams creaked in sways.
Hot curse, fever coals.
Her mother, psychiatrist superior
right on her Baldwin ivory
abandon secret valley.

Memorial puddles reflecting
the tower of the trees.
Her satellite lingers on night breeze
over millionaires cemetery.

The pedestal tipped.
Blue policeman balloon.
Paid off.
The cellar keys.

Weary investigator 
in the rain.
What has the gutter blocked?
Wild and gutted.

Aftermath of madness.
Catch the last 
tornado siren
in the skullcap.
Walk alongside goodbye.

Said the sorries.
Heeded the warnings.
The chemistry is ajar.
Leave him to the magnolia flurries.

Black bounded calfs.
Hot leather exhaust.
August plateaus.
Orange pressed.
Inspiration juiced.
Blood follows gravity.

From within it's confines
when hearts give in.
Lips sewn.
I should have known
but away, it would have over taken me
not to gone alone.

Glass wrecked.
Totaled entirely.
Voided code.
Waiting on the rope
to taut.

Words by Riley Robinson

Convalesce

CRASH TEST BABIES

"And they said then, 'But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,..."

The Man With the Blue Guitar is a poem published in 1937 by Wallace Stevens. It is divided into thirty-three brief sections, or cantos. In the poem, an unnamed "they" says, of the titular man, "you do not play things as they are", sparking a prolonged meditation on the nature of art, performance, and imagination.

Release date:
27 March 2025

The Man With the Blue Guitar - a tune beyond

Adoze

Study for two noise generator *pay attention to the volume

Saxophone Maddness

Inspired by the sound of a music box recorded several years ago (you can listen to it at the beginning and at the end of the track)

A little memory circle

2025-07-10

minimal

Elven Bridge

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©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Pro License & Creator: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: PILLS THAT KILL
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LYRICS:
((Verse 1)
They hand you hope in a shiny case
A little white lie wrapped in grace
Swallow it down
Don't hesitate

Side effects? Just small print noise
A gamble sold like a child's toy
"Trust us
It's safe
" they coyly say

(Pre-chorus)
But your hands shake
And your heart breaks

(Chorus)
Pills that kill
They pay the bills
A cure for nothing but the doctor's thrills
Pop one
Pop two
Then three and four
But you're worse than you were before

(Verse 2)
They'll fix your head
They'll fix your heart
But every fix tears you apart
A pill for pain
A pill for sleep

The warning's buried
A quiet shout
"May cause despair or passing out"
But hey
At least your rash is gone

(Outro)
Do they really think we are that dumb? But they only give a yuck & want us brain damaged & numb.

The Pounce & Ounce Of A Cur$e

Pills That Kill

Electronic 24

Experimental ambient project realized with the use of sound overlaps, causal collisions and cosmic echoes. 
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"Hearing sound without being contaminated by sound, is liberation” (Bodidharma)

A little memory circle

El Wud