Voodoo Instrumental

Dusk

“Fade” by Zemandan drifts through the space between memory and loss. A slow-sad electronica piece where melancholy meets bassy warmth.
A remembering of a departed friend in fragments: flashes of laughter, shadows of moments, the quiet nods of agreement.
Intimate, emotional, and timeless.

A song for memories that never truly fade.

Fade

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

Gold Colored Teacup

Molch-Escape in to the beats

Inspired by the short story The Reactor: https://substack.com/home/post/p-176987522

Elegy for a Vanished Audience

links to the shorter jam
video as well to longer one -> building from scratch:
https://youtube.com/shorts/RMjOfXhrgQA?si=oOkatDFh2k5qQfg-
https://youtu.be/WOiFC8RXx-4?si=scMxlv7_olGYQbCP

dab flap - ableton note jam

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
We will be different like all the rest
A body to call my own
Nothing belongs, there is no property
Coming and going alone

We were supposed to be - Animal life
They all look like me - Animal life
The motion of thought is most similar
stimulant
Time and clothes are a construct
simulant

Water springs from the ground
We all find it, we all drink of it
We all taste it, pass the cup around

Someone passed through the backyard
Someone unknown
With heavy culture
With no home
Nothing belongs, there is no property
Coming or going weeakly aloane

Fruit on the branches - Animal life
Taking no chances - Animal life
The last story to be passed down
was forgotten, it stopped being said
Life springs all around, Death of the dead
July 24, 2025

Animal Life

An invocation for late October

(ya don't get this sort of thing doin' AI shit....it comes from the soul)

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Invocation of the Darkness

Old stuff, early two thousands.

*** Ianamar ***

É melhor não fazer nada, que poupamos energia
nesta vida condenada a aumentar a entropia.
Ao telefone com o Roberto, e deitada no divã,
eu vivo em conflito aberto com a minha querida mamã.
Ela quer tudo arrumado, mas é melhor que desista.
Eu não vou ser sujeitada à exploração capitalista.
Meu quarto de adolescente é um hino à revolução,
com cuecas fedorentas espalhadas pelo chão.
A mamã está chateada. E eu constato uma ironia:
Enquanto este mundo aquece, nossa relação já esfria.
Mas não é o que parece. Nunca quis que fosse assim,
e hoje eu peço-te desculpa por tu não gostares de mim.

Translator gets a little lost, specially in the last sentence, so here goes my attempt:

It's better to do nothing, so we can save energy
in this life constrained to increase entropy.
On the phone with Roberto, and lying on the couch,
I live in open conflict with my dear mom.
She wants everything tidy, but she would better give up.
I will not be subjected to capitalist exploitation.
My teenage bedroom is a hymn to revolution,
with smelly panties scattered across the floor.
Mom is upset. And I realize the irony:
While this world heats up, our relationship is already cooling down.
But it's not what it seems. I never wanted it to be this way,
and today I ask your forgiveness for you not liking me.

Ianamar

Hand Activated Percussion Instruments

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