I missed this one. This series of pieces is just fantastic. So imaginitive and inspiring.

Love this you both have great symmetry together:)

Such an original and wonderful collaborative project the two of you came up with. And the resulting cross-genre, avant garde musical poetry is totally captivating and beautiful! Congratulations to you : )

i love the way the sounds transform throughout this beginning.  masterful.

The burning eternal question - do you love me?
Do you love me, you love me?
Well so do people who sell ice-cream
They'll say anything, they think I'd like to hear

Do yo love me like they do?

Hey girl, you better watch out
cos people care not for what you may
Though it's written on their faces
They hide behind sweet words

Anybody for ice-cream (or tennis)?
(a nod to @nic_nic_nic: Nic for tennis suggestion)

Live Studio recording, engineered by Darren Flynn
Drums Steve O'Keeffe (The Pale/BluesConfidential  www.bluesconfidential.com
https://soundcloud.com/bluesconfidential) 
Bernard Byrne (The Pale)
Lead vocals, BV, guitar, art by Suzanne Ledwith

Change of Address

Hey Ho

Original music by : FPMORINSTUDIO/François Pierre Morin musician composer

4/4 And 7/8 Bass And Beat

Super Magic

I keep a box 
and you can bet I keep it locked 
nightmares stuffed inside 
and 
I refuse to pay it any mind 
cause I know it’s all tangled and untame 
       So I refrain 
           yea       I refrain 

Ripples running cross the surface 
being chased
at any moment 
I’m capsized and rolling over 
and you know I want to blame the wave 
       the anger and the flame 
A fire in my belly
Lightening in my veins

Then I feel the shame 
       yea I feel the shame
so I put it all away 

In a box
I keep 
Buried at my feet 
all tangled and untame 

Yea
I feel the anger and the flame 
Fire in my belly 
Lightening in my veins

you know 
gotta put it back again

I Refrain (amped)

wouldn't you like to know
are we supposed to know
how it ends

wouldn't you like to see
how it's gonna be
when it's all over

we could leave it up to chance
a little bit of romance never hurt
we could let it all just be
call it destiny 
enjoy the ride

if we knew maybe we'd get it right
or would we be resigned
would we make the most of time
living knowing that

wouldn't you like to know
how it's gonna go
will it rain

it may take a little while
to learn to live life
preordained

wouldn't you like to know
are we supposed to know
how it ends

Belle on flute :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svQLctmIze8

preordained

An experimental project featuring generative drones, improvised instruments, vocal performances, and unique production techniques.

Upheaval

Ever Since Nineteen Eighty One

Mahalo Daze

2 ème remix du titre original Morning Râga: la face cachée du rêve de Titalee par The FURICO Music Team.
🙏

https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/morning-raga-la-face-cachee-du-reve.html

La face cachée du rêve/ Remix 2 FURICO Music team

The project was created in collaboration with Karin Tarabochia @augenmerk  and me in 2016. We divided Karin's beautiful poem "Aufbruch" into six parts, which I was allowed to edit music and sounds. Lets go ⇢
https://exner.bandcamp.com/album/aufbruch

Karin Tarabochia: Text / Voice / Image
Jan Exner : Guitar / Synths / Mix / Production

Aufbruch
1
Aufbruch! Was war, fällt ab. Knöpf’ meinen Kragen auf.
 Zieh’ die Weste aus, an der noch Land hängt. Warte ab.  
Was klammert, saugt, im Zaum hält, bröckelt und springt. 
Mein Schneckenloch, mein Honigfuß, mein Schritt ins Leere  
und endlich Fall, Bruch, Sturz … und Landen!

Departure. What was, falls off. Unbutton my collar.
Take off the vest with land still hanging on it. Wait.
What clings, sucks, bridles, (now) crumbles and cracks.
My snail hole, my honey foot, my step into the void …
And finally fall, break, plunge ... and landing!

2
Neubeginn verschieben, unendlich lang?
 Das Ende aufzäumen und den Anfang aufspüren? 
Erfüllung vorwegnehmen?

Postpone a new beginning, infinitely long?
Bridling the end and tracking down the beginning?
Anticipate fulfillment?

3
Schnipp’ die Leine durch, lass' Haus und Hof 
und was ich schuf, rollt durch den Kopf. 
Dreh' mich aus dem Schleiertanz.
Spann' meinem Wagen andere Pferde –  
höher geht’s und weiter!
Sonnenfahrt!  Der Täuschung abschwören - 
Wütend platzt mein Innerstes und gibt frei: 
Anemone, Traumpferd, das ein Holzbein schwingt.
 Am goldenen Wagen im Sturmwind treiben –  
den Füßen fehlt Boden, den Händen fehl'n Sprossen. 
Nichts da, nur Lederhaut an Sohlen und Schwielen.

Snap the leash, leave house and yard
and what I created rolls through my head.
Turn me out of the veil dance.
Bring other horses to my carriage -
Higher it goes and further! Sun trip!
Renounce deception -
Enraged my innermost bursts and releases:
anemone, dream horse swinging a wooden leg.
Floating on the golden chariot in the storm,
the feet are missing ground, the hands are missing rungs,
nothing there, just leather skin on the soles and calluses.

4
Träume meinen Flusslauf vom Anfang zum Ende
und schwimme zurück, dorthin wo ich bin.  
Fisch sein! Springen! Am Ufer lachen sie
und manchmal hält das Fischmaul die Trommel an  
und hört Sirenen singen.

Dream my river from the beginning to the end
and swim back to where I am.
Being fish. Leaping. On the bank they laugh.
Sometimes the fish's mouth stops the drum,
hears sirens singing.

5
Wir müssen diesen Platz verlassen,
so schnell wie möglich unsern Kopf vergessen,
 der benommen Geschichten schwatzt, vergisst.  
An Scheiben rinnen Tränen. 
Was befürchtet war, wird wahr, vergeht.  
Am Weg besteht, was ist.

Mich nicht messen an anderen, mich nicht missen! 
Nicht verkaufen, dem Anderssein weglaufen!  
Mich am Fluss einfinden, wer ich war, wer ich bin,
im Zwischenraum die Zwischenfrau. 
Den Mädchentraum beenden,
den Zeitraum größer drehen und kleiner,
 Schritte sehen, die fest am Boden.
Ich war weg und komme wieder.

We have to leave this place,
as soon as possible forget our head
who gossips stupid stories and forgets.
Tears run down the panes.
What was feared will come true and pass.
On the way persists what is.

Not compete with others, not miss me,
not sell myself nor run away from being different.
Find myself by the river, who I was, who I am,
in the interspace the interwomen.
End the girl's dream, turn the period bigger and smaller,
see footsteps firmly on the ground.
I was gone and I'll be back.

6
Lass’ mich nicht hängen und bis zum letzten Tag warten, 
bis ich mein Blut abgebe und mein Gesicht sich ins Tuch drückt.
Nicht bücken und suchen, zwischen Spuren verfluchen. 
Das Ziel sehen nahe bei mir:  Ich bin Traube, ich bin Straße, ich bin Mensch.

Not leave me hanging, waiting until the last day,
until I give up my blood and press my face into the cloth.
Not bend down and search, curse between tracks.
See the goal close to me: I am grape, I am street, I'm human.

5 wir müssen diesen platz verlassen (Augenmerk / e✕ner)

I made this song live in 2018 by recording a couple of tracks on the loopstation with guitar, reverb, and delay. shame not to be able to divide the tracks for a more accurate editing. but I am still very satisfied with the final result.

5 wir müssen diesen platz verlassen (Augenmerk / e✕ner)

e☓ner

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