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4. Maníaco Vôo do Beija-flor - Manic Bird Flight

The Giant Part 3

Houses II

The house that was growing, 
while you were cooking,
had too much concrete,
too many doors  and 
too many crevices
to become a home.

It had too many walls,
against which anger and sadness were banging,
without being flushed through the drain.

The silence of long afternoons,
needles knitting by themselves,
chamber pots motionless under the beds. 

There were no blankets woollen enough
to cover the winter evenings
and mornings that followed.

The switched on lights were signals falling through.
Slides of words were bouncing off big heavy carpets
like dust
on the floor.

Words: Manca Klun
Sounds: Alessandro De Oliveira Bastos

Houses II

“I remember that I'm invisible and walk softly so as not awake the sleeping ones. Sometimes it is best not to awaken them; there are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.”
~ Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

Second-Hand Dagger-Proof Coat

From every fragment of a dissolved image new shapes are born, from every sound that is apparently lost in the void new sounds are born…
And in the moment in which the passage takes place, in the moment in which each part escapes the control of its old essence, of its old form, new languages ​​are produced, whose grammar is completely unknown to us, just like the memories dripping from the fragments of a broken mirror.
My friend Ro' on drums (https://soundcloud.com/rosario-tirone)

“Seeing form without being contaminated by form, or hearing sound without being contaminated by sound, is liberation” (Bodidharma)

Memories of a broken mirror

Memories of a Broken Mirror

The Storm Is Coming

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

Horizonte De Sucesos

Blue Dot

Marco Lucchi : piano
Wilfried Hanrath : electronics

a remix by Wilfried Hanrath of various piano patterns by Marco Lucchi

ottobre 2020

Marco Lucchi & Wilfried Hanrath - Interweaving patterns

Laidback version of the track Herculaneum which you can also find on this page

Stones Amongst The Ashes

Small price a fiver to see this unique freak show
Contortionist of the body, he can suck his own dick you know
Yeah for his sexual pleasures he just opens up and blows

These tricks of his are sure to raise a few eyebrows
His twisting, writhing posture disturbs the pc mouths
Well their constipated arguments are best left in their bowels

I accept in these times they have a right to what they say
But they shout of the ignominy and freedom goes both ways
Do I detect a hint of jealousy because for a suck they have to pay?

I've heard the rumours of how one night whilst he sleeps
An execution party will turn up, oh so discrete
And they'll burn his resting body 
Because that's the way to handle freaks

As a self confessed quick thinker I knew their plan had flaws
So I told him "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours"
He said "I can scratch my own back with my feet"
Well of course!!

If he'd taken up my offer he'd still be alive this day
They'd have been no midnight murder, no charcoal remains
Hell his body really contorted as it went up in flames

Why is it we destroy all of what we fear?
And if we don't destroy its body we crush its soul with our jeers
So think twice before you take up an alternative career

The Contortionist

Experimental ambient project realized with the use of sound overlaps, causal collisions and cosmic echoes. 
Thanks for being here, comments, opinions and collaborations are always welcome.
For a best experience, if you can, please use headphones.
Logo: https://pixabay.com/it/users/pinkpanthress-2154882/
Stones: https://www.pexels.com/it-it/foto/rocce-pietre-sabbia-bianca-equilibrio-8800327/

Memories of a Broken Mirror

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