Yellow and Blue

Just a slow acid-flavored techno drift — all smiles, no pressure. I’ve been playing with more devices separately thanks to the new audio interface (finally!). Recorded live in a spontaneous haze, then mixed in Ableton with a touch of afterthought.
It’s got wobble, it’s got fuzz, it’s got glow. Enjoy the glide.

Arigatou Gozaimasu 🙏

Acid-Soaked Slow-Tempo Bliss with a Cheeky Edge

NOZZLIN and Dr. Zwakkus land their next hit, ‘Track ONE,’ precisely and skilfully right in the centre of the musical orbit.
https://soundcloud.com/nozzlinmusic
Lyrics:
"I'm not your mom.
This is track one.
Your rhymes are none.
The worse has gone!
Track one is done."

Track ONE - Collab with NOZZLIN

Artist: Lu Joyce
Release Title: Symbols of Escapism
Catalog: EXPBC030
Release: 2025-07-31

Lu Joyce - Kupol Direct (Preview)

I Found Your Name Scribbled Inside a Lighthouse

fhauna_bc

RASK

Los Ellos Son Abismales

New Age Extravaganza

COMPLETE LINER NOTES HERE---> https://mystictapedeck.com/bards/the-clock-of-the-four-winds/

The clock of the four winds is a tall-case grandfather style clock originally assembled in 1710 by an Italian astronomer and mathematician named Ricco Foscari, a direct patrilineal descendant of famed explorer, vintner and occultist, Cosimo Foscari. The magical properties of the clock were such that when its hands were moved and positioned in certain configurations, it would trigger remote viewing events which would be projected onto the glass panel cover. The clock was also rumored to serve as a sort of “beacon” used for summoning an other-dimensional being named “Desdinova” who acted as a sort of intermediary between detached yet interconnected causal timelines.


LYRICS:
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The chariots lie broken exhausted from war
The wheels rolled off in the mud
In the morning all good things are good
The sun warms up the mud

Stillness is raptured in all its arising
The seeds grow up from the mud
In the morning the dawn weighs a feather
The insects hatch from the mud

The hunger for sunlight draws flies to the surface
The babies wake up in the mud
In the morning from green murky waters
To wiggle around in the mud

Bones growing hollow, the gills turn to lungs
Gasping for breath in the mud
The fins turn to legs the scales turn to vellum
As feathers shake loose from the mud

Fly high, all you flying high birds 
While the warm western winds are beneath you
Oh you soaring high birds
The sky coming down to greet you
We’re all dying to meet you

The bird, the great swooping bird
Beak open, gobbling gold
Oh you soaring high bird
The north winds are growing cold
Feathers flush with colors bold

Now pretend you are the sun
Feathers flush with colors bold…
Now pretend you are the sun

The southern winds, the washboard clouds
Diving daringly during the day
Teetering upon the tip of the tree
The seasons will have their way
Tail feathers turning to gray

Scatter little birds, oh you tiny little birds
The easterly light is encroaching
Seeds spilled upon the ground
 With the end of the autumn approaching
And the seasons must have their way…

Now pretend you are the sun
And the seasons must have their way…
Now pretend you are the sun 

And the seasons must have their way…

Rider’s final horse has ridden
Puzzle finished, last piece hidden
Oysters chatter on evening tide:
 “I’m Desdinova and I confide,
I am the one you warned me of
I am the leak and the long lost love
And I am the one who will never lie
Deathless, I may never die
By lizard lens and crystal rope
You know me by my telescope”
Scattering stars in hand she shouts:
“The play is what it’s all about
Behind the clock with arms stretched tall
The script is on the western wall
Behold the light that never warms
You’ve been warned, I am the storm”

So raise up your chalice and toast to the moon
And sing to the stars as they flicker and loom
O! Irony! O! Tragedy!
Aching knees don’t fail me now

We slayed the vile dragon who lived in the skies
We bathed in its blood and we pickled its eyes
O! Devilry! O! Revelry!
If my friends could see me now

O! Bravery! Camaraderie!

The last lotus eaters recline in the sun
The race to return  has been finally run
Finality! Causality!
Swept away on swaggering swans

The Clock Of The Four Winds

I look back on this track fondly, as it reflects itself in the mirror with new gifts.

“Eudaimonia refers to a fulfilling life through authentic self-realization, emphasizing living in accordance with one’s true values & purpose”

5 years ago I collaborated with dark electronic artist/vocalist INRGD.
@inrgd
She contributed her gorgeous ethereal vocals to music I had sent. Fellow producer Belial Pelegrim skillfully mixed her vocals perfectly to the material.
@belial-pelegrim

The result was the track “Eudiamonia”. This remains one of my favorite collaborations- the beauty and purity of INRGD’s vocals resonated deeply on this track, giving a near chilling emotive power.

https://soundcloud.com/r-salchaks-mood-exhibit/mood-exhibit-ingrid-eudaimonia-1

By allowing this track to expose itself in reverse, I’ve found another level of emotion derived. Even more ghostly, almost that of a different realm altogether - yet equally intended to touch the soul.

Mood Exhibit & INRGD - Eudaimonia (Reverse Mix)

Friedenstaube

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Lu Joyce - Kupol Direct (Preview)

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