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Consider that this song is ten iterations of a pattern, representing the hands of the laborer as well as ten-based systems of measurement.

Credits:
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PS Perkins: Guitars, bass, vocals, floor tom set 2, howl 1
R Thomas: Synth Guitars, backup vocals, floor tom set 1, snare drum, hi hats, howl 2
Mixed and Mastered by Mystic Tape Deck

Lyrics
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I cut the tree and I hammer the nail
I fetch the water and I carry the pail
Harvest the wheat, and I bundle the bale

Fasten the saddle, the bridle and bit
I shoe the horses and I shovel their shit
I dig forever in the bottomless pit

I'm turning wrenches and I'm fueling the jet
My brow is furrowed and it's blistered with sweat
I'm on a boat with a hook and a net

I'm in the engine room, I'm driving the train
I'm climbing poles in the wind and the rain
I load containers from a towering crane

Repair the derricks for the men who get paid
I'm tugging triples up a slippery grade
I built the factory where the factories are made

I'm in the kitchen now preparing your meal
With hogs to slaughter and potatoes to peel
I hone the blade and I sharpen the steel

BARDS:Of The Shimmering Seraphs

The Laborer

This is the 3rd collaboration with my old friend Synline (@synline). I created a basic track using his equipment in his studio, and he completed it with his excellent arrangement (includes creating additional sections, tracks, etc.) and mastering work.

Composition by Ken
Composition and Sampling collage and mix by Synline

Taken Away (collab. w/ Synline)

Tree Of Life

Hallow (Instrumental)

Short dedication track to my fam 
who battled with addiction.

Miss you!

* Thanks everybody for the lovely support and kind words!
I don't take credit for all the beautiful sounds you hear in this remix.
All the credit goes to Ecstasy of Fumbling / Mountain Songs / Wildsilences

Music is Life! Stay save

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Samples sources

Intro 
Movie Wrong Number (1959)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5Ht88vZDMk

Soundcloud samples

Ecstasy of Fumbling
https://soundcloud.com/ecstasyoffumbling/tracks

Mountain Songs
https://soundcloud.com/mountain-songs

Wildsilences
https://soundcloud.com/wildsilencez

Remixed by LS / 2024.

Life is a cold Paradise - RIP Rebel Georgie

Sunset

A rare non-AI picture. This is me mostly unaltered. I messed up my hair, and put in Black sclera lenses. Other than that all I did was add the background, and threw in some filters.

Insatiable Void

Uke, Mandolin and a couple tracks of syths...mashing. The clicks are me clucking my tongue...

The title? I got no idea where that came from...

Image is obviously AI

Ist Kan Bulle

This is a song I wrote in 1989, as a gift for a girl-friend on the occasion of a rendezvous we had arranged ten years earlier, well in advance, and perhaps imagining that it would be difficult, after all that time (at a young age ten years seems like an infinite time), to still have meaning in each other's lives. In reality, those two never lost sight of each other.
I produced several versions of the song and obviously don't like any of them anymore today. So I asked @pianofran permission to whisper and to recite the words (I can no longer sing very good) using a beautiful piano composition of hers as the basis (https://soundcloud.com/pianofran/doxology). This is the result. Thank you very much, Francess!

Cover photo from Michele Ansani: Centrale Montemartini, Roma.

Original lyrics here: https://mikeansani.blogspot.com/2022/10/1979.html
English (very, very rough) translation

at the first stop she told him 'I am almost home,
greet me with a hug a little caress
take care of yourself and don't forget to look at the world
see you again when you're thirty
see you again in ten years'

after a long stop the train threw her into the darkness
Of a desert station a pale refuge
she coloured her hair, lifted her head and let herself be carried
by the night that took her without giving time to breathe
He looked around a bit, had nothing more to do
had no particular certainties to conquer
but the journey was still long
and at every town the sky became clearer
Occident was lowering
and his head brushed by the sun
slowly fell asleep

'in ten years' time you will have two grown-up children and a big house
a room just for the books and a little of nostalgia
of men by the sea, of women walking in the middle of the road without ever looking around
and when I'll come looking for you
don't offer me rose gardens
or iced drinks'

but presentiments are only false temptations
are dangerous mists at the border crossings
are like pinwheels of secrets,
are images of the evening
are like white horses that wander aimlessly
are the shadow of a restless face

no he will not have his hands tied but two big wings
boxes full of candies and special cigar cases
His voice will be even louder
His silences always full of words
the promises he will have kept
the stakes of every bet he will not have lost

she will hide instead in her ten yellow jumpers
and wear them proudly in spite of the passing years
she will chase ghosts, will try variations on the theme of destiny
will have hair of two colours
and burnt skin of an intense marine flavour

and on the day of the rendezvous in a city by the sea
they will have no thoughts or particular certainties to conquer
will look around, look for something to tell each other
then they will laugh hard
And once again
they will believe to resemble each other

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Lyrics by Michele Ansani (1989); music by Francess Harris (2024)
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, July 24.

Il giorno dell'appuntamento (Day of the rendezvous) [Michele Ansani & PianoFran] **

Vanishing Point

Wet Garden is the eleventh studio album by the Dragonsail Puppets.

WILD SANCTUARY   
  
Softly now I'm passing by   
Your open doorway where you light tiny flames til the room's aglow   
  
Exactly where and when and what it needs to be  
Is this opportunity   
Without a window   
We have to guard it gently   
Gently gently gently  
  
Child of time   
You have no place to go   
But you move all the same   
  
We drew together while searching blind   
Through the corridors of time   
To reach the wild sanctuary   
The net's enormous, the holes they vary   
The net's enormous, the holes are few   
And hopefully we won't slip through   
We ride the rhythms of joy and pain  
Where they join they seem the same  
  
To reach the wild sanctuary   
Repair the lantern to light the night   
Where nothing is as devious as sight   
I know you've struggled child of time   
  
We drew together while searching blind   
A spot of blood, a mild surprise   
We rise by strength of will   
But still but still but still   
  
How beautifully the dark bird fares   
Wings as blades to carve the air   
In dreams we try to rise through water   
Try to run   
As the dead seem to return   
  
Create the world resembling you   
Create that world by slipping through   
Exactly where and when and what it needs to be   
Is this opportunity   
  
We grew apart and I faced my night   
Became aware of a tiny center of light   
Which swelled inside me unpleasantly   
Try to push it away with everything I had in me   
But it just kept growing   
Until of its intensity   
I cried out   
What is this pain   
I cried out   
Does it have a name   
And I answered me   
You're aware that you're living   
You're aware that you're living   
  
You're aware that you're living now   
You're aware that you're moving now   
You're aware of the change of tone   
You're aware that you move alone   
  
Softly now I'm passing by   
Your open doorway where you light tiny flames till the room's aglow   
Without a window

Wet Garden

Wild Sanctuary

I'm currently experiencing the worst bout of depression I've had in my life. Which says a lot, because I usually have some level of depression constantly. It's been going on for a while now, and I have been neglecting all forms of social media. I apologize for not listening to all your tracks. I've just been uploading, and responding to DMs... Eventually anyway. My writing has changed a lot too. My tracks don't sound like they came from hell anymore lol. Hopefully this will be resolved sooner rather than later. Until then I'll just keep dumping my crap here for the few people who still are around.

He/Him
Neurodivergent
Satanic-Atheist
Anarcho-Socialist

Tracks vary in quality and style. I just make something and upload it even if it sucks. I just want to enjoy making noise.