Name: moh nee O (extended) by KUZbeats
Duration: 5 min 28 s
Description: Expansive grooves, big drums, cinematic movement

Expansive grooves, big drums, cinematic movement

Back Roads

Moh-nee-O (extended)

moh nee O (extended)

we can get distracted by flashing lights,spectacular presentations,glitz and glamor ...It is important to seek out things/people/leaders with real qualities not false promises and slick pandering
lyrics

giant rosebush blood red bright
lilac tree deep purple delight
spectacular to see for sure
but what interests me the more
are the tiny flowers that you see
growing in the grass singly
not loud not bold not flashy not sassy
It doesn't take much to make them happy

flashy dresser latest styles
manicured nails and botox  smile
glitters in the dim daylight
attracting many to his site
but what I want, what I seek
is not someone that just throws off heat
but instead is simply warm inside
who doesn't need glitz and glitter
to be satisfied

like a moth drawn to a light
we often seek the cheap delight
and gather around in mindless worship
of something that it truly worthless
so when you choose a light to follow
be sure its source is not bare and hollow

choose wisely

Inspired by the Facebook page, Dirty Old 1970's New York City. 
Beats, production: Oussama Arichi
Vocals, Lyrics, Mix: Nadia Selvaggi
Sound Effects: Pixabay
Photo by Camilo José Vergara
P-line:
℗ 2025 Nadia Selvaggi. Oussama Arichi
C-line:
© 2025 Nadia Selvaggi, Oussama Arichi

Dirty Old Seventies New York by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi

The Hunting Wood

threnody: a song of lamentation for the dead, an elegy

what’s up doc? just a few words before i go to sleep. i feel like i’m in a dream tonight. big bad ones you know, the kind you like. i guess i feel i can say anything, all my secrets. today’s number is… i feel like i’m in a dream tonight, and the funwork train is rolling. all aboard. here in LA beautiful blue skies, golden sunshine. i only have eyes for you. hot coffee and a cookie! i feel like i’m in a dream tonight. beautiful blues skies and golden sunshine all along the way. everyone have a great day. golden sunshine, muted sunshine, 55 degrees fahrenheit. whirl the number… today’s number is 8.

David Keith Lynch was born in Missoula Montana, January 20, 1946, died in Los Angeles, January 16, 2025. his favorite movie was the wizard of oz.

written & recorded by NG-Xp
VO by david lynch and laura palmer
assorted synths, manipulated sounds & vocals by guillaume
guitars, synths, drums and ambient recordings by naldo
saxophone & whale sounds by steve davy

video version on youtube: https://youtu.be/6JAlQMZQW-8

Threnody for David

21.06.2025 there is 1

As I'd mentioned in the other version of this track, I sent some stems over to @enigmacurry and he produced to amazing mixes. I really wanted to release both of them even though this one is ridiculously long, I found Ryan's creative iterations and evolutions of the source material to be super fascinating on here.

Check out version B here:
https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/fractal-traffic-cinematic

Fractal Traffic A (epic extended mix) - w/ Enigma Curry

Existential  Pop...written 2020 during Covid Lockdowns

"I only want to be"...the wish of everyone and everything .....in this absurd universe  life is still precious... sometimes it helps to forget the questions and answers and just enjoy the ride while it lasts...

(intro sound clip is the lovely Geena Davis from David Cronenberg's The Fly)

The Chosen One 

That luncheon lady she's so Ubermensch preachy   
Always quoting Herr Friedrich Nietzsche   
Thus spake this and thus spake that 
 I'm kind of fearful of her nihilistic moan                                                                        
I'm a soon to be victim of her deinfestation
A subject not wanted in a hundred nations
Passport check, I'm a fly, a dust speck
I was born into this hostile home

I just want to roam                                                    
I only want to be                                                        
Escape this shell, the world is wide                     
All these ruminations ruining me                            
I just want to sail                                                       
Through the sand and sun                                       
Asking too many questions                                     
I don't know the answers                                          
I thought I was the chosen one                                 
The chosen one                                                           

That lady's talking to walls, she got an outsider view
She's been writing, she been reading some Celine and Camus
Debating this, disregarding that
In our unholy, existential zone

I'm an insect man buzzed on hope and glory
Fablizing, fairytaling all of these stories 
With Kafka creep and doublespeak 
It's untranslatable, my twisted tone

I just want to roam
I only want to be
Escape that swatter splat
My world is flat
Got a wordy woman chasing me
I just want to bail
Out  the window and run
Asking too many questions 
I don't know the answers
I thought I was the chosen one
The chosen one

She said Don't try                         
This is a NO FLY zone                
God is dead                                
Your life is mine, time to recall the loan 
She said Don't fly                         
This is a NO TRY zone               
God is Dead, like Nietzsche said, time to disconnect yer phone 









The Chosen One

instruments: Jeff Gardiner and jo richter 
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

in an accent long unspoken
in an ancient dialect
curses, blessings, symbols, token
the janitor, the architect
born to care and to dissect
and dream the dream of the unwoken

like a bird within a flight of thought
falling upwards, held within
an endless tunnel copper-wrought
bats, the arching acrobats and next of kin
to passage-dwellers of the interim
who cuddle up head-down and midnight-fraught

about to take flight to the light
like a silent spell and serpent word
burning brightly in the night
like a river’s moon shedding a midnight beam
sheathing the last, unseeing and unseen
sheathing the last remaining sword

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