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SALTY

Scattered Suns

To and From Silver City

on the right side of the partition
is a place not for the public eye
where the weathered, seasoned folk go to drink whiskey and smoke
and the light weights go to die

got rednecks pounding tables
broken glass from left to right
go on and get your smoke on
now whatcha gettin drunk on?
if it ain't whiskey you ain't right.

fuck yer fuckin liver
got ya another bottle

fuck yer fuckin liver
got ya another bottle

somebody yacked and missed the trashcan
now we're burning shit outside
just keep your fuckin head out of that old bucket of oil
and you'll prolly fuckin be alright

fuck yer fuckin liver
got ya another bottle

fuck yer fuckin liver
got ya another bottle

one's face down in the concrete
another's passed out in a chair
hey where the fuck ya goin?
i  see you down there crawlin
no one told you, that you were done here

fuck yer fuckin liver
got ya another bottle

fuck yer fuckin liver
got ya another bottle

Stephen Malson's Album

The Liver

Thanks to two of the best instrumentalists in Panamá for helping me make this track happen:  
Roberto "Toto" Ruiz https://www.facebook.com/totoruizmusic/ on trumpet and Osvaldo "Valo" Jorge https://soundcloud.com/osvaldo-jorge-3 on drums.  Thanks too to the beautiful Florence Hill lending her spectacular sustained G's and E's on vocals.  Hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed recording it and mixing it!
-A

Voice: Florence Hill
Trumpet: Roberto "Toto" Ruiz
Drums: Osvaldo "Valo" Jorge
Bass and sequences: Adolfo Samudio

Composed, mixed and arranged by Adolfo Samudio

To Dream Of Past Glories [SESSION VERSION]

Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/album/18zKBVS8z4K38FBIMockNw?si=UVlf9q_8R2OktDPVBcUmPQ

Apple Music

https://music.apple.com/jp/album/night-night-night-single/1639417694

Night Night Night

Sparrow

Party On Pluto

I wrote this track long time ago. On this version, I added a poetry/narration.
Lyrics:
The unicity of time and space does not resolve in the non-Euclidean space of our bewildering desires. The time of a coffee break is just a blink in the interferences of gravity waves,  swirling around our ankles like snakes with scales of pure darkness. 
I remember walking in the deep mountain grass, following  the energy lines. The briars and the dandelion caressed the leather of my worn out boots. I could focus on the implication of the intricate energy curves  in the synapses of the earth, but I'd rather loose myself to the ancient melody, the echoes of  which are only rumors in the mountain wind and whispers  in the leaves of the alders.
Lying on the cool mountain grass,  I sunbathed in the white light of pure abstraction. My body merged to the glorious colors of the chaotic spectrum . The pulse of my blood in my ears was nothing else than the rhythm of the cosmic melody taught by the Great Old Ones. My skin turned to copper, my hair to quicksilver. The musk of my sweat, the smell of my feet and the perfume of the mountain flowers mixed into the music of fractal dimensions. I forgot the notion of time and space but kept them under the domination of my bewildering desires.  
I saw a vulture turning in the sky, tearing the cotton candy clouds and capturing the refracted image of my shining body in its stone-like eyes. 
Because of our needs for uncanny cults, because of our interior medieval poetry, because of the resilience of memories of the great old ones in the books of pure cosmic madness, our self-consciousness is eroding itself on the wind of photonic melodies.  Our fading images have walked barefoot on the ashes of dying stars, on the frost of interstellar space, on the cold metal polished by high energy protons, on the desiccated carapaces of ancient predators.  Dive in the ocean of spectral harmony,  just the time of a coffee break, and bath in the waters of pure imagination, towards  the lost vibrations of our forgotten orgasms.

Surrealist Piano Treck (Narration - Demo)

Technological Rhthym

Life
is a mystery
a little bit
of mercy
makes 
the world
less cold
and more just
we must trust

When we find
when we know
then we’ll see

it will come
to you
and me

Bless yourself 
with holy
water
when you hear  the
Angels
calling 
our names

When we’ve been
when we know
then we’ll
realise
the one
true thing
we 
must never
give up
our dream
cause

Heaven knows
to win
that race
the only way
is to play the game
is not
to keep it 
the same


Life
is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone

But there’s power
in the midnight 
hour

It's their voices 
I hear
I close my eyes
Sounds of angels
 sighing

Oh God 
Heaven help me
When they call my 
name 
I can feel their power
and 
whispers
It's like a dream
with no end 
and 
no beginning
there here with me
I let them sing
when 
they call my name
it’s like a dream
like prayer

Holy Water

I'm from Berlin, Germany. My music is released on all platforms. Previously, I released on vinyl and cd under the aliases The Biomind, Roman a.o.. I was a member of the music projects Radar (R.A.D.A.R.), Biominds, Moonraver and Art Of House.

Technological Rhthym

ElektRoman The Biomind

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