Name: Viet 2 by DJ Rimbambeato
Duration: 6 min 7 s
Description: I sampled and looped the voice of my friend`sister. she liked the song

It’s a night cure
For every disease
It’s a sure way
To be at ease
It’s a night cure
A night cure
It’s a night cure.

And if you think
At a hundred and five
That you are
Not really alive
Try the night cure
Try the night cure
For every disease.


 
There’s a night cure
For every disease
There’s a night cure
To make you at ease
There’s a night cure
There’s a night cure
For every disease.

Night cure r5

When the sea finally rose
Only Che was left
He found shelter
In a Storage King shed
With a garden on the roof
And a boat at its edge.

For supplies he’d row
To the nearest store
His long white beard
Curled up on the floor
His muscular arms
Sweeping the oars.

Once he’d found a store
He’d cast the holy net down
Drag it across
And drag it around
And then he’d pull up the net
Laden with cans, foamy & wet.

 
Thus Che lived at ease
With plenty of food
At ease but alone
In this neighbourhood.
In his storage home
With the water below.

He’d sit on the roof
In an old deck chair
Looking around
In the quiet of the day
Feeling the breeze
Enjoying the spray.

Eating and drinking
Baking potatoes on a fire
The tomatoes and cannabis
Both sun dried
When the sea finally rose
It left Che behind.

When the sea finally rose: Che’s story

Tim departed this life
Seated on a cloud
Like a long lost Pharoah
Having a glorious time.

He retained his famous cool
He kept his wits intact
He ignored the usual lures
I’ll have none of that.

One life ends
Another begins
Still on the outside
Looking in.
 
After the endless crowd
He found this place quiet
No more friends-followers
To keep him up at night.

But he couldn’t move on
And this was really hard
He liked being a traveller
Not a bird in a yard.

One life ends
Another begins
Still on the outside
Looking in.
 
For now Tim is numb
But one day soon
His bus will come
A ride out of this room.

He will find a grotto
Sink in its pool deep
Emerge free of the lotto*
Of post-life sleep.

One life ends
Another begins
Still on the outside
Looking in.

*lottery

Leary in the after-world

I saw you there
Your belt of leather
Borrowed jeans
Your hair like heather.

Standing there
Inside the weather
Standing there
At the garden wall.

You were a dream
Of some beseeching
Ever young
And ever preaching.

Ever young
And never reaching
Never reaching
Me at all.

I saw you there
With your jeans of leather
Borrowed belt
And your hair like heather.

You are a figure
Free and fancy
Dream you are
Of Fred and Nancy.

I saw you there
With your belt of leather
Standing there
Beside the wall.

Dream you are
Of times that never
Ever crossed
This way before.

Standing there
In your borrowed jeans
I didn’t know
You at all.

I thought that you 
Were lost forever
Lost forever
At the garden wall.

Standing there r5

First song using an old Yamaha PSS 480 synth, filtered through a delay pedal

Pensieri lontani

I sampled and looped the voice of my friend`sister. she liked the song

Viet 2

Altalena 1

Opening track from Count G's new album "Live @ The Interplanetarium"

https://countg.bandcamp.com/album/live-the-interplanetarium

https://sublamental.com/count-g/live-the-interplanetarium

Live @ The Interplanetarium

Radio Palestine

I like Sun Ra, Can, Pere Ubu, Wire, Baba Zula, Lee Scratch Perry, free jazz, any music where melodies are mixed with sudden dissonant sounds
I use some vintage keyboards and synths, their limitations stimulate my creativity
I am an immigrant so I like sound delay and sustained  fading melancholic notes
I use these keyboards and synths

Yamaha psr 1000
Yamaha psr 36
Yamaha pss 480
Casio CTK 650
Casio SK 1
Casio CT 670
Casio MT 68
arturia microfreak
pedal multistomp
Volca beats
kork minilogue
Yamaha DJX

Viet 2

DJ Rimbambeato

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