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Ok, Carl

Come And Go As You Please

It Is What It Is

Nero Ex Tutti.

The friends accompanying me on this one are the sea, the shingle beach and the seagulls on Brighton seafront!
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Lyrics (what the sea seemed to be saying)

Don’t you be afraid
There’s nothing to fear
Life is always good
Love is always here

I am in you all
I am in your heart
Longing for love
I’m in every part…

…of the universal being
willing us to be
and you are universal
You are beautiful and free

I can hear your voice
speaking endless tongues
Dance forever
to destiny’s drums

And with every beat you’re curving through
a moment of change to a meaningful whole
and the arcs illustrate to me
you are my centre of gravity
You are beautiful and free

Beautiful And Free

No Titolo (A Mio Padre)

Pretty Papers

method: guitar, pedals, voice, audacity
narration: just what the poem says (okay, offering a clue to toying with the clew: there is light - lux - as the main topic here, things you can and cannot perceive, that might and might not be at all - beyond mere appearances. Remember, however, how a haiku works - surprise overcomes you in the last line, not the one before that which still sets the natural and supernatural scene, no matter the momentum of tension it builds! - ... and, of course, a bow to a certain British poet's perspective on totemism might be in the cards as well ;-)
image: copyright jo richter ... using the illustration on a packaging container  used to transport guitars

poem/ copyright jo richter:

in winter's midlight
crow's crystal inverse shadow
lifting fingered feet

luxury

https://soundcloud.com/velvetsomethingsuperdark/sets/cold-city-soundtrack
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Snow*Omen/Velvet Something Superdark collaboration.
Music: Snow*Omen @snow_omen (recordings of two improvised live performances. Electric guitars: VSS & Y.A., voices: Y.A.). Mixing and production: VSS. All sounds Snow*Omen and VSS. Image: Möckernbrücke Subway Station, Berlin, at night (videostill: VSS).

Cold City (lyrics: Y.A.)
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Cold city wires us up
to the crispy 
winter lanes
to the chimes and bells of rust

We are fragile

Are we still warm in her hands?
Are we the aftermath of her night?
Are we her crumbling body of bread?

Cold city swallows us up
every morning
she takes us down
with her first coffee cup

We are fragile

Are we her little wicked friends?
Are we her nausea at breakfast?
Are we her crumbling body of bread?

She dusts the crumbles
off her teeth 
her pointed teeth
puts on her million fancy gowns

We are fragile

Are we her foxy lady friends?
Are we her agents of the dawn?
Or just her crumbling body of bread?

Cold city is the ageless queen
snowless
and dark 
with icicles she writes upon our skin

That we are fragile

Cold City: Echoes

A short ambient track I recorded last night, combining my Arturia Microfreak synth with the ambient sounds from the Valhalla Supermassive plugin. 

Far Away

And now... a moo-ment of zen, courtesy of "Big Cow Blues"...

MUSICIANS
Dave Turnbow - vocals, guitar

The Venerable Beads

Pastoral Sorbet

three aums

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Jungle Selecta. Various Jah Warriors

Pholidota

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