Tracks really enjoyed, vol.2

September 2020

Lush electronica

created with SuperFluid by Enigma Curry https://soundcloud.com/enigmacurry https://soundcloud.com/enigmacurry/superfluid
Lyrics and Vocals by Mariam Zohra D. @tariqa-kali https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum
Art by Kristina Mills



MIRAGE
escape into a realm 
where the language of the body 
is heard as old as the root systems in the soil of all times 
with bone and blood of all our kin

deliver a mirage when you remember 
everything

recall
recall we used to write and stare at the sea and feed the fire
recall

closer come so i can be clear
so i can be clear

and deliver a mirage when you remember 
everything
deliver a mirage when you remember 
everything

feed the fire
a whisper

now, recall! we made forever! our home! ever ever ever

as old as the root system
with soil of bone and blood of our kin
what we sacrificed without regret
and escape into a plane of existence
feed the fire
deliver a mirage
when you remember
everything

recall we used to write and stare at the sea and feed the fire
your voice sounds like a whisper
recall
we met on a 
Windy Day
and I asked for a drink of water

forever! our home!

escape into a realm 
where the language of the body 
is heard as old as the root systems in the soil of all times 
with bone and blood of all our kin

in with the compassion and the deceit, what we sacrifice without regret. escape into a plane of existence that can indeed fly with you on its wings and deliver a mirage when you remember everything.

recall we used to write and stare at the ceiling and feed the fire. a whisper sounds like your voice

recall we made forever our home.

Mirage by A MyrmahEnigmaniferaCurry

Derivation #1

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/71WI6jO3EWIcUiBdu3FG7K?si=kCMO9zgDTMim2Msc8AzdQQ

Seen

Kama¹⁹

World in transition

Often described as the most esoteric of crafts, Light Modelling has been practised by arcane societies throughout the known universe since the dawn of time. Dismissed by doubters as mere hocus, this mysterious art form had all but died out during the dark epoch, until more recent times witnessed a pleasing resurgence in its popularity. Despite this, reliable apprentice guidance can be hard to come by... that is, until now. Assembling the collective wisdom of the ancients, handed down across countless millennia, this brand new edition aims to prepare the novice practitioner for their first steps into this most rewarding of magical disciplines. Open your minds, students of the Light and prepare to be initiated...

Artwork is by the very talented collage artist and accomplished Light Modeller, @harl-vind. It is entitled "Dancing The Light Fantastic".

Modelling With Light - A Beginner's Guide

From The Age Of Solitude

Nuns Of Ghent

[MIX.1]
Thank you MariKa 16 for your voice samples :)[https://soundcloud.com/mariloveseverythingsweet]
Art by Quayola:
quayola.com/

Amni

Way Back

b1t3 h3r

Single Co-produced with https://soundcloud.com/systeex

Full EP:
https://awitw.bandcamp.com/album/april

Download

So Many Ways

Some fresh and recurring themes with @mystique_wind

Flashback - Mystique Wind | EnigmaCurry

Based on the Bruno Jasieński's poem "Morga"

Przy­je­cha­li czar­ną, za­mknię­tą ka­ret­ką.
(Był wie­czór... je­sien­ny wie­czór...
Bło­to - sple­en - za­pa­trze­nie...)
Wy­nie­śli coś cięż­kie­go, na­kry­te­go płach­tą.
Po­sta­wi­li no­sze na ka­mie­nie.
Ro­bi­li rzecz zwin­nie.
Lam­pa oświe­tla­ła ich ja­sno, bia­ło.
Było ci­cho... Deszcz śpie­wał w ryn­nie...
Ko­nie czła­pa­ły ko­py­ta­mi...
(... Coś się sta­ło... Coś się sta­ło...)


Przy­sta­nę­ło kil­ku cie­ka­wych.
Pa­trzy­li. Py­ta­li.
Do­la­ty­wa­ły po­je­dyn­cze sło­wa.
Ja­kaś roz­mo­wa ury­wa­na, krót­ka,
Pro­wa­dzo­na ści­szo­nym stac­ca­tem...

... 25 lat ... Pro­sty­tut­ka...
... sub­li­ma­tem ...
Pod­nie­śli no­sze. We­szli do sie­ni.
(Deszcz pa­dał... kro­ple tłu­kły o dach...)
Je­den świe­cił im z przo­du la­tar­nią.
(... Ta­niec cie­ni ...)
Po­nie­śli w dół po lep­kich, wy­śli­zga­nych scho­dach
Do ogrom­nej, skle­pio­nej piw­ni­cy.
No­sze sta­ły rzę­dem.
Coś czar­ne­go mi­gnę­ło... prze­pa­dło...
Może szczur?... Może cień z uli­cy?...
Je­den świe­cił la­tar­nią.
Przy­sta­nął.
Po­sta­wi­li pod ścia­ną.
Wy­tar­li gło­śno nosy.
Wy­szli.


Klucz zgrzyt­nął w zam­ku...
Jesz­cze ci­che od­da­lo­ne gło­sy...
Jesz­cze kro­ki cich­ną­ce na górę...
(... Jak my­śli ... jak my­śli ...)
Po­tem tur­kot po bru­ku za bra­mą...
I nic...
Ci­sza...
Ciem­no...
Zo­sta­wi­li SAMĄ, zu­peł­nie SAMĄ ...
Samą jed­ną na ubo­czu.

No­sze sta­ły sze­re­giem nie­ru­cho­me, na­kry­te.
Noga przy no­dze.
Z kąta bły­snę­ła para zie­lon­ka­wych oczu ...
Jed­na ... Dru­ga ...
Wpa­try­wa­ły się dłu­go, ba­daw­czo ...

Coś sze­le­ści­ło po mo­krej ka­mien­nej pod­ło­dze ...

Na gó­rze pa­li­ły się lam­py.
Chod­ni­kiem wlókł się ja­kiś pi­ja­ny ro­bot­nik,
Wiecz­ny po oce­anach ulic ar­go­nau­ta.


Uli­cą z świ­stem sy­ren ści­ga­ły się auta.

Morga

Lions Route Re-Solution: Orient Soul

Its an outlet of some sort..work with what you have,dont be jelly and it will swing your way one day:D Feedback welcome,love all kinds of music,have fun,listen and enjoy;)

Way Back

KFred