This one is interesting, kinda makes me think of a windy day in minecraft lol with the piano and wind chimes

keep on halfway between music and sound :)

@brendan-peters-184178552: That's great to hear. I tried to build in some remembered Puget Sound feelings.

Again inspired to do this piece this way.. it is different than what i have done in the past.  I am so amazed at this inspiration and I give God the credit.

YAHWEH original by doc van nice vocals by Lucy

Mix song

An Ollora take on https://soundcloud.com/muterial/operator

I hope you try the Mood Exhibit remix too!

https://soundcloud.com/r-salchaks-mood-exhibit/muterial-operator-mood-exhibit-copilot-mix

Rapid Operator

#digitakt #hydrasynth #TripHop #electro #tropcool

Hoku Jam

Cold (The Cure cover)

Yes, I'm a bit addicted to the Moogs these days

Trilothon

There's More To Be Had

Day Dreaming

Hellcat

The relic of your love

Your skull beneath a crown of flowers,
your blood staining some cracked vessel,
your bones scattered to the winds
to wind up in a score of churches; 
so many claim your bones
you’d make a dozen men.

When, to the daughter of your jailer
you gave the gift of sight,
and signed it 'from your Valentine', 
it bought you but a temporary stay.

And smitten with your God,
you would keep marrying soldiers
to the supposed virgins of Rome,
so they could not fight;
and soldiers are gold to an empire.

Or else ministering to Christians
(those dafties with their crosses)
before the lions had them;
cutting hearts from parchment
to remind them what their love meant;
for the betrothed on earth, and to Him beyond.

All this made the Emperor chafe;
you weren’t playing ball, my love.
To maintain respect, like some Scorsese hero,
he simply had to have you beaten with clubs;
and like Rasputin, you forstood unfathomable violence,
until they chose to remove your head
out on the Via Flaminia,
one night beneath a Hunter’s Moon.
This did the trick.

Centuries bleed past like broken hearts,
and here you tarry, my grinning suitor;
I stand before your skull,
braided with bright white roses
that stink of faith,
and ask for the gift of vision
to find the one true heart
in a wilderness of stone.

Graf Zeppelin main deck 2 am

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