Original track - https://youtu.be/4JQf17YdoRg
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming

Loop Diggers Flip Chain Challenge 21 - S U C H _ A _ H A P P Y

Pop instrumental
All
Instruments and vocals—
Written, arranged and produced by Vino

Outroduction            (c2021)

Star-like, distant lights
Twinkle erratically –
Cold December night

haiku by John Hinks https://soundcloud.com/flownblue

picture by Andrew Seaman https://unsplash.com/@amseaman

For more information visit http://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku

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Crystalline - Nina Deuse
Available on: Amazon Music, Spotify, Deezer, Napster, Apple Music / iTunes, Soundcloud.
Music, images, video © Nina Deuse 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Also available as Visualizer: https://youtu.be/nR9k40kXSZk


More information and music:

▶ Website: https://www.deuse.de/

▶ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCAqkYRNYA-uWR9k6k15hTtA

▶ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ninadeuse/

▶ Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/7GKDnV8mwDhyashkjGjjrg

Crystalline

... 

Agenouillées de force par l’infiniment lourd
Où s’avalanchent en masse les fracas des mots creux des puissances cyniques 
Où s’étranglent en chuintant les cris asphyxiés des peuples
Sous des tonnes de plomb
Elles incantent, sans dire
Plongent et cherchent la force, et la légèreté
L’inspiration, l’envol

Paupières baissées, arcs de lune, elles implorent

Il faut
Réinventer l’issue
Avant l’écrasement
La chute
Résister à ce tourbillon
À la source d'acier qui vrille
Chasser la peur
Puiser profond au désir primitif

Sous l’ombre de leurs fronts
Derrière leurs yeux d’amande
Bouches livides scellées
Maudissent la déraison mortelle grimée d’or et d’argent
Hurlent en silence blême les corps déchiquetés
L’ardeur assassinée, et tous les innocents sacrifiés inutiles 
Invoquent son envers par la folie qui sauve, vivifie et ranime
Brûlante et glacée	
Comme les perles salées qui s’accrochent à leurs cils

Elles oscillent
Elles incantent
Elles flambent

"translation"
Forced to kneel by the infinitely heavy
Where the din of empty words of cynical powers is a mass avalanche
Where the asphyxiated cries of the people are strangled by hissing
Under tons of lead
They incant, without saying
Dive and seek strength, and lightness
Inspiration, flight

Eyelids down, moon bow, they beg

It's necessary to
Reinvent the end
Before the crash
The fall
To resist this whirlwind
At the source of twisting steel
To drive away the fear
To draw deep to the primitive desire

Under the shadow of their brows
Behind their almond eyes
Livid mouths sealed
They curse mortal unreason painted in gold and silver
Scream in pale silence the shredded bodies
The ardor murdered, and all the innocents sacrificed useless
Invoke its reverse with the madness that saves, vivifies and revives
Burning and freezing
Like the salty pearls that cling to their eyelashes

They oscillate
They incant
They blaze

Avalanche - Deepman & Luciole Langevine

2022-04-15

NLS - 2022 - 04 - 15 - Moods

Rettin

Eight days after I listened to this song, my mother came and asked me to play it again. Two days after that, she said to me that she had heard a wonderful song a long time ago. It was clear to me that the time had come when she would see everything only through fog. It was this song: https://youtu.be/izsjRpcgfmk. The Empire of Angels had impressed her so much that she had decided for herself to go there. Then, a year and six months later, she had arrived. She must be happy there. 

I don't quite reach the quality of a master, but one evening she knocked quietly on my door and asked what I was going to do. Rattling keys she would hear. I told her that I was trying to create my own interpretation of that very song. She sat down next to it, listened........and said, "Thank you!"

Those were the last words I heard from her. Before she flowed over into the realm of the angels. This, my interpretation, lies since then fallow on a data medium. Now again. Here on this, a server somewhere in the world. Slightly edited I now release this song to the realm of the angels, that she may hear it...

To my dear Mom.

Empire Of Angels

Dancing With The Wolf

by Marco Lucchi - electronics and treatments

with Dario Derek Lucchi - french horn

11 giugno 2011


to Massimo Amato (Loved Max), a special friend



Marco Lucchi & Dario Derek Lucchi - horning fanfare

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