it's cool but it's too short. extend it out to 9 minutes please

Little white boat
You record the sea
And on the sun's golden line 
every afternoon you climb 
Proud
Little white boat
I have the fisherman's hat on my lap
and the fish he catch
move for a little while till they die
proud
Little white boat
You can balance well
Look! You can cook the salt I took
And then proud
tell the dolphins where to crowd
proud
Little white boat
From the fisherman's nets
You see needleworks and sunsets
you will never never rest
Little white boat
Touch my ear- the wind I hear
and your breath
my dear- are you there?
Proud?

Little White Boat

from the album Pragma/ Inner Ear Records

http://inner-ear.gr/catalogue/artist/sissi-rada/pragma/

Clouds

Clarice Calvo-Pinsolle aka Lamina is a french artist based in Brussels. She has a music ambient project under the name of Lamina in which she creates organic soundscapes mixing field recordings and synthesizers. She just released a new album on Mappa (Sueños Acuáticos) and her first vinyl will be out soon on Twin System. She also has a plastic practice where she creates organic and immersive sound installation.

Daydreaming w/ Lamina @ Kiosk Radio 12.11.2024

From the upcoming album ΕΠΟΧΕΣ (SEASONS)...

Cover Photography Copyright : Danae Danika

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Something from the Past

Last year I met Sissi Rada. She was singing in Greek and playing the harp when I first listened to her. 
I asked her to record something with me as I wanted to use her voice for my music. We sat down, I played the harmonies on my Prophet 5 and she would jam over it. Her first take is the take you're listening to. Back then I was in my bedroom studio. We had noises from the street, roommates the next door, but the take captured the magic and the spontaneous moment of just doing music. I didn't want to record it again. 

Her lyrics are about the devastating political and financial situation in Greece and I tried - as much as I could do - to reflect that with my music.

The lyrics

Η πατρίδα μου 
μαραμένη
χώματα και θάλασσα και φρούτα 
Στοιβαγμένη
σ' αεροπορικά εισιτήρια 
Μαζικά συλλαλητήρια 
Αέρα σου στρωσα και λούσα

Η πατρίδα μου 
αμβλώνεται και κουράζει
με αλλονών τύπους 
χώματα και θάλασσα και φρούτα 
συμφέρει.

David August - Patria feat. Sissi Rada

From the album Pragma/ Inner Ear Records

http://inner-ear.gr/catalogue/artist/sissi-rada/pragma/

Sunday

"And i think that a lady on another galaxy
keeps your white crown as a lucky charm
she combs it by day and lullabies it by night
Athena you were beautiful, but they got you married too young"

Athena

R.Wagner's opera "Die Walküre" in other words. Dedicated to all classical musicians who are in pain.

this morning my corn flakes look like worms.
My bed is a coffin, whatever works.
The sun is burning me, I close the curtains.
I dreamed that I cut my cat's head.
There's blood on my hands.
I look at myself on the mirror and there is a third eye.
I sit on the toilet, I look down and it falls on the tile.
This is the week. But there seems to be a leak.
I take a shower and everything floods.
I move my arms, I hear the drums.
This is a wake up call. I have to go.
I want to crawl, I have to show
“Do not forget! You are the best!”
That's what mother birds tell babies in the nest.
Today I have to prove to others that it's true.
If only I had a clue. Glue stucks on my fingers.
The harp is made of clay.
Help me. My mother's pray i hear on the way
“Let her get through the day”
Ithaca semms so far away.
Forgive me but today I cannot play.
Right now the beast inside me sleeps.
I tried for many weeks..
I tried...I tried...
but...
Refrain
Auditions make me shiver.
And juries eat my liver.
The harp strings are a blade.
I wish I never played.
The lotus Eaters look like me.
I want to play the chord in E.
But they make me do mistakes.
The chord somehow escapes.
Auditions make me shiver.
And juries eat my liver.

Audition Odyssey

How can I forget the boy next door
Meet me in St.Louis
Hop hop hop went the wheels
Stop stop stop went my heart strings

Somewhere over the rainbow you saw the rain


I am as cool as a cucumber
but you're shaking like I don't know what
I don't know a word that rimes with curnal
as long as it is infernal



Judy Garland

https://tactusmusic.bandcamp.com/

https://open.spotify.com/artist/56LdrI92S84P9DN7TnG9rr?si=aoTVggM8QKeiJ9l1JcAl0A&nd=1&dlsi=b8bbe9e480574360

https://www.mixcloud.com/labinfinity1/

tactusmusic@protonmail.com

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