Written, produced and performed by Jana Hermann and Enijs Maiks
© 2021 Elektrikana Rekordz

Low Diskow Techniquez (Part 1, 2 & 3) (2021) ER TK-168

Citius Altius Fortius

Minacious + City of Broken Glass + processing + more processing + even more processing = Commensalism

Commensalism

W/ special guest https://soundcloud.com/jh0st  - Vocals , Saxophone and Keyboards

Lyrics 
The Myth



On the heels of the southern cadence...



You can howl to the blackened moon

leave the fallow runes

The myth you already knew



Bow to the scorching sun

swallow the earth..



Hide in the gentle arms asleep at dawn

The myth you already knew



Gentle myth come infect my marrow

Let me marry the beasts with antlers

Calling forth twin stories of sisters

lost in the war between brothers



Howl to the myth you know

Swallow the words whole

..Spice trade and servants

Humanity's subservience



…Blood of purple tunics

Gift of false prophets

Andrea Lucchese - Drums
Nuno Tavares - Guitar & Bass



Produced by Nuno Tavares

Drums recorded at Punto Musica (Sesto) , San Giovanni , Milan , Italy
Guitars & bass recorded at #79 , Taunton , Somerset , UK
Mixed and mastered by Nuno Tavares at #79 , Taunton , Somerset , UK

Cloud Walker

Gryflet - The Myth w/jh0st

My version, for two Irish whistles, guitar, and accordion.
The “Londonderry Air” first saw print in 1855, in a collection from the “Society for the Preservation and Publication of Ancient Irish Music.” The “Danny Boy” words were added later – by an Englishman! -- in 1926. Both tune and lyrics are hence firmly and unalterably in the public domain safe from even the most well-funded efforts at copyright extension by the likes of the Wokey Mouse Club and Sonny Bono’s widow Cui.
My long-term listeners may be surprised (hopefully pleasantly) that I would do something like this. But really, it is one of the finest and most exquisite melodies anywhere, even if the smart-ass brat who still lives inside me can’t resist transmogrifying the title into a song of praise for the ladies of the evening of the British capitol: London Derrière!

Londonderry Air (Danny Boy)

Figured it would help to post the lyrics for this to give you the context. Of course, keep in mind the historical setting and mindset of those involved.

Song of Salem

This Salem of purity, essence of Light,
Remains a bright beacon 'twixt darkness of night!
The sinners purge, the witches bind
Will deep evil banish as this tale unwinds.

Tho each one a neighbor, friend side by side -
The Dark One hides inward – within us abides!
To each the fate his deeds have sown!
Reveal the dark servants, these scoundrels make known!

The witches must perish! Lest they beguile -
Beware of their curses! The pure they defile!
So watch yourself! Observe your own!
Their putrid afflictions your good won't atone!

So love each his neighbor, as it is told -
But call out the wicked whose souls have been sold!
For evil lurks where myst'ry lies
And all are condemned where sorcery is nigh!

Chorus:

The Righteous of Salem, all saints unite!
In battle with evil, our most worthy fight!
When witches and warlocks and hideous things
are spread far asunder, the vict'ry bell rings!

Song Of Salem

Something more traditional/folksy I've been chipping away at for a bit, struggling to flesh it out with more instrumentation. However, the more I listen to its currently bare-cupboard, acoustic vocals+piano arrangement, maybe it's simply *meant* to remain rough and rudimentary?

So please pay no attention to the little finger flubs here and there, and just let yourself get washed over by the orange waves of the Northumberland Strait, where I grew up and where my childish heart still beats.

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Orange waves crash then go
Stealing sand with its ebb and flow
Holes dotting cliffsides' red clay
Where the swallows sleeping lay

Beyond green edge a homestead puffs away
Hurls hardwood smoke through cold blue
Rocking chairs paired, slowly rotting grey

Island smiles from across the way
Thin dark line splits Strait and sky
It flickers ghostly, hovers fey
Once Ile Saint-Jean, now PEI

Each flat stone we throw from the beach
With dreams to skip, perhaps to fly
All doomed to sink, the island never reached
Drowning jealous of the driftwood swimming by

As full moon flirts with blushing tide
Salt waters sink and sandbars swell
Before they change their minds and hide
I take their path to Mount Carmel

Beyond green edge a homestead puffs away
Hurls hardwood smoke through cold blue
Rocking chairs paired, slowly rotting grey

At Trois-Ruisseaux I wait for you
At Trois-Ruisseaux I wait for you
Trois-Ruisseaux

Orange Waves (acoustic rough)

Goodbye Blue Monday

Nothing I can do

thelem (mast)

Check the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EuGQrpJw5sQ

This track is included in my new collaborative album HIGHFLUX: https://ariad.bandcamp.com/album/highflux I collaborated with my amazing friend @primaloop. I hope you will like the result as we do. The full album contains a bonus track.

primaloop: original drums and effects
ariad: keyboard and effects

More infos about this collab:  https://ariad-music.com/music/highflux

HIGHFLUX

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Acid city

Sonic journeys...

Gryflet is a project that started in late 2013.

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Gryflet - The Myth w/jh0st

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