Desert Winds of Saladin

I went to the movies twice this summer, after not having been there since well before the pandemic. This music came out of that experience, as I was reminded of how much I love the cinema.

Roll The Credits

All things must pass.....even the enlightened state (Nirvana)...(not the band).....that feeling when a steady state starts to breakdown.

Wind ensemble tracks: Clarinet (5); Flute (4); Alto Sax (2); Tenor Sax (2); Soprano Sax (2); Oboe (2). 

0 - 1.49 min -  steady melodic A/B structure (few random elements appear)..
1.50....gradual descent into chaos on B section until 2.02 when soprano saxes steady it...but free elements gain ground
2.17 - section A with oboe holding it up...against some disintegrating chaos (panned).. 
2.32 - return of B section and the final comedown...oboes trying hard till the end.

That's the way i saw it anyhow.  [Try it with headphones if poss.]

Nirvana Comedown

Two-Headed Boy

Two-Headed Boy (Neutral Milk Hotel cover)

Instrumental Dub Version 
Open for collab

TRUE LOVE

True Love  (Instrumental Dub Version)

⁂©2-7-2024; Lyrics, Sung & Creation by Lady ElectroTrek 
*All Rights Reserved
***👽🚩Please note:)  Some mutated vocals may actually be purposed to occur from the Space Crewtons (Sounds like croutons, only these foreigners aren't crunchy, but rather rubbery!) ... Also some strange sounds may cause brain strain & out of body transportation. Not responsible for any side effects. Planet Doofus Maximus is now in progress>>
*Don't worry about eye strain here...There are plenty of extra roaming 'eye balds' to assist! LOL🤣 👁👁👁👁🦠🈯
*Spell corrector doesn't exist on this planet of imp wits.
*Proceed with crow's feet Caw-shun> English translation is Caution, but the birds never caught on here!
*Add a new word to your Urban Dictionary: Weirk- means (Work & Weird merged). 
IF Dr. Strange Glove can give you a flippant finger, then I gave you the whole hand, when this thingy-ma-bob landed!

Funkton Future

One Helluva Place

RETORCIDO - banda de Mar del Plata años 92/94
integrada por:Fabian cachu Spaltro-bateria,Guillermo Cerato-guitarra,Pablo di Giovanni-bajo,Berni Villar-guitarra y Christian Lisotti-voz

Hoy no hay

© 2024 Pantomime Riot

Shortwave shock and light wave flairs
Monsters underneath the stairs 
Slowly seeping night discords 
Animated ouija boards 
Horror films on every night 
Creepy crawlers turning white
Bitten nails and pupils wide
Rules of nature undefined 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear 

Blacked out moons and darker lanes 
Hard pulse crashing through the veins 
Spectrum edging small black holes
Failing limbs and sticky soles 
Sliding through the poisoned leaves 
Shadows tugging at the sleeves
Whispers landing up side down 
Earthly senses start to drown 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear 

Swirling vortex dragging by 
Distant  rumours underlie 
Bridges now just out of sight 
Darker senses can ignite 
Are there spaces we can’t see
That shimmer in the cold debris 
Shapeshifting anomalies 
Long lost ideologies 

Nowhere left to run and hide
Normal guides can’t be applied
Roads all twisted to and fro
But leading to the caves below 
Quantum shifts and prism bends 
Imagination only lends 
More weight to approaching fear 
That moth winged demons can appear

MOTHMAN

Ce chill pour écouter son cœur, écouter son âme, écouter le silence de et dans la musique, celle des paroles amies, celle des voix chères , même celles qui se sont tues... c'est tout ce que fait l'œil aussi, quand il regarde en silence les œuvres d'art et se met ainsi à entendre ce qu'elles ont à nous dire au delà des mots, tout en rendant visible l'invisible

Quand l'œil écoute

Arriving at the lake under ominous cloud-cover, the tent was pitched and I scouted a bit and found a sizable barge, beached, which I surmised might used as a floating stage. The long metal flotation cylinders produced deep steel-drum tones. With the threatening weather conditions, I chose to record them all as best I could (only two segments used here) even while a sailor, who had just loaded his boat onto his trailer, tried to negotiate the narrow paths with his truck in order to turn the rig around. Rather than take the chance of being soaked  or unable to record in the downpour that did arrive with ferocious elan one hour later, I decided to jam with the motor vehicle in medias res. I am joined later by various genrous accompanists: a nearby village horse-cart, a helicopter, some pyrotechnicians, other docking boats. VLF and some radio rounding out the sonoscene.

Lacul Bicaz op 153

Composed & produced by: Chivicke HomeStudio/2016