in an orbital mood

art by xresch: https://pixabay.com/illustrations/software-development-virtual-3682509/

Fishbowl Thinking

Hyperspace Transfer Protocol

hyperspace transfer protocol

Piero Caniparo: guitars, guitar synth, mix
Donatella Basilico: vox, keys, drums, lyrics
Feat. Bruno Torre on bass guitar

I ARRIVE

WITH MY SOFT AND ELEGANT WAY TO PROCEED

 AND I'VE LONG AND SHARP TEETH

I'M ELEGANT, THIN AND VERY KIND

I HAVE LONG AND TREMBLING FINGERS,

AGILE AND FRANTIC LIKE INSECTS' ANTENNAE.



YOU WERE SITTING ALONE, LOOKING AT YOUR SOUL,

FLAILING WITHOUT HOPE IN THE PUDDLE OF YOUR LIFE

SHE ARRIVED WITHOUT A SOUND

SHE SEEEMED NOT TO TOUCH THE GROUND

     AND  SITTING BY YOUR SIDE

SHE TALKED WHISPERING TO YOU



HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE TO UNDERSTAND  AND FACE

YOU'LL FIX IN YOUR HEAD, SHE SAID, YOU HAVE BEEN ALWAYS ALONE

FIX IT IN YOUR HEAD , SHE SAID, YOU ARE ALWAYS ALONE


THEN SHE SAT BESIDE YOU,

GENTLY FORCING YOUR DEFENCE

MAKING YOU CONFIDE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOURSELF

YOU FELT GLAD AND THANKFUL FOR THIS

SHE BEGAN TO MOVE ALL YOUR THINGS

AND SLEEPING IN YOUR BED

SHE KEPT ON REPEATING


HOW LONG WILL YOU TAKE TO REALIZE

THERE'S NOBODY BY YOUR SIDE 

'CAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS ALONE




FINALLY ONE DAY YOU ASKED HER WHAT SHE REALLY WANTED

SHE SHOWED  LONG AND CUTTING TEETH, SHE REVEALED A MONSTRUOUS BITE,

THE SAME INSTANT YOU FELT YOUR CLAWS AND SOMETHING SHARP IN YOUR MOUTH


 ARE YOU STILL INSIDE THERE?

IS STILL YOU INSIDE YOURSELF?

HOW MUCH DID YOU CHANGE

HOW MUCH LINGERS OF YOU FROM THAT TIME?

WHAT LIFE TORE AWAY FROM YOU,                                             

HOW IT CHANGED YOU IN YOUR SHADOW,

ARE YOU STILL ALIVE INSIDE ,

WHAT'S REMAINING OF YOUR SOUL?

YOUR SOUL,YOUR SOUL, YOUR SOUL                                 REPEAT


HEY YOU, IS STILL ME, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHO I REALLY AM, THEN?

ME  WITH MY TREMBLING FINGERS?

I'M NOT REAL, I'M NOT TOUCHABLE, YOU CAN'T SEE ME, YOU ONLY CAN MAYBE

IN SOME FLEEING FLASH OF YOUR LIFE GRASP SOMETHING OF ME IN A GLIMPSE OF 

AWARENESS.

MY FRIEND, I'M NOTHING ELSE THAN A VOICE, THE VOICE, THE ONE YOU'VE 

ALWAYS KNOWN,

 YOUR VOICE,  YOUR DESTINY, THE TRUTH, THE ONE 

YOU ARE AFRAID OF ,YOUR SOLITUDE, YOUR 

USELESSNESS, YOUR EMPTYNESS, YOU ARE MEANINGLESS, ONLY A PRODUCT

OF CLASHING CELLS

I'M YOUR  DEATH,  YOUR DUST, YOUR END....I'M YOU,  AND YOU ARE ME, JUST YOU AND ME, JUST YOU AND ME, JUST YOU AND ME...........

MY FRIEND, MY FRIEND,MY FRIEND.........

YOU AND ME feat. Bruno Torre on bass guitar

A song about a dream that takes me away to an Island in the Sun, do you want to hop aboard and lets set sail for better weather and peace.

Johnny

Dream Boat

Sonic Kitchen's open collab offer Hallowed Corruption
Remixing, guitar and bass by Llanpsych
All other instrumentation by Sonic Kitchen
https://soundcloud.com/sonic_kitchen/hallowed-corruption-open-collab-stemsmidi-in-description?in=sonic_kitchen/sets/hallowed-corruption-collabs&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Hallowed Corruption - Sonic Kitchen collab

My God Is Joy 🌹🎻🎶 El Gozo de Mi Dios 🌺🌱🌹

Night Night

Café lights

Episode

Check out my new album 'Consecutive Correlation' available digitally worldwide via Tokyo's fantastic label @breadandcakerecords ! Buy/stream it here: fanlink.to/KyleEgret-CC

The song "Loose" is written, performed and produced by Kyle Egret.

www.kyleegret.de

Loose

Kinda forgot to post this at the time, one of my own personal acoustic faves...(I hadn't played a flute since I was at school!)

Observation Ward

On the Observation Ward, trailing pipes and lines
On the Observation Ward, lonely, scared and wired

Where are all my electric friends
Flares that disappear across the sun
Fizzle into nothingness, the almost inaudible hum
They never turn the lights off in here
There’s locks and bolts that you can’t see

On the Observation Ward, trailing pipes and lines
On the Observation Ward, lonely, scared and tired
On the Observation Ward, trailing pipes and lines
On the Observation Ward, lonely, scared and wired

Look into the bright psychiatrist’s eye
Artfully lie and pretend to comply
Sweet jesus please, get me out of here
Or at least let me look at the sky
Or at least let me look at the sky
Or at least let me look at the sky

On the Observation Ward, trailing pipes and lines
On the Observation Ward, old and cut and tired

Observation Ward ©steph sweet 2019 All Rights Reserved.