Dj Fly - Les Pentes

Audiovisual performance
Espèces d'Espaces
Anil Eraslan(violoncelle), Arnaud Corbellari (electronics), Candas Sisman (visuel)

Inspiré par "Espèces d'Espaces" de Georges Perec.

Espèces d'Espaces

3rdLab .08 - 2016
http://3rdlab.net/fr/artiste/nano/

SoundCloud :
https://soundcloud.com/nano-prmz

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Ena Eno - La BO De Ta Vie (3rdLab .08)

A song about the media being misleading, manipulating and myopic in its choices, positions and objectives. 

Whodunnit?

OLA 
TO ALL MY FLYPIRATES and DJS  - THIS IS AN ANNOUNCEMENT !!!! LIVE FROM THE MEXICAN BORDER OLA !!!! MIA ON THE WAVES https://soundcloud.com/miauk/mia-ola

I love u brazil! 

MIA OLA- FOREIGN FRIEND

Generalized suspicion of expert (is a potent incentive to accepting pseudo-scientific claims)

The Dark Passenger

Beats & Vocals by Rael 
Started this on the keyboard, then got my highly talented brother to replay the accordion parts, and he created the melodic parts (Lewis Powell)
This track was a lot of fun!, Kirsa brought an extra scratch between the verses.
Video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHYGVRZA4XI&frags=pl%2Cwn
Lyrics
The morning rolled off me, as I downed a black coffee
My vision stay misty, stay sticky like toffee
My girl stays cross at me, cos I don't know the cost to be
Living this life, like this mission is lost to me Im 20%, still not paying my rent
But im staying unbent, swaying on my fence Im undecided, at the place where im resided
Which the government provided, so why you try and hide it im like 20,000 under, every time 
I blunder, I wonder 
When i'll light the sky up with the thunder
Im singing “aye currumba” as I waken from my slumber success is like the lottery
I pick a random number
So welcome to the twilight, im checking out the skylight
Im checking out the nightlight, checking out my eyesight deteriorating
Lost in my own delirium deleraelium, living inside the aquarium
So breathe in with me, and lets see where the story is
Skip to the good part, and get to where the glory is emerging victorious, that much is obvious
Hard to be a real man, in this rap land misogynist
Hard to keep moving as im walking through the boggiest hard
To keep moving as im walking through the boggiest 
Of waters, thinking of stuff you never thought of
Stored in the back of my mind like some sort of
Art exhibition, with some parts looking missing
Im talking to your mind, but there's just parts of you that listen 
So hark when im spitting, as you sit and reminisce
And i spark my ambition, and reload my ammunition
In the dark I will glisten like a poacher going fishing

Hold back when im waking, shaking up your dirty bacon
Paying double for your rations, mashing up your dirty cash-in fashion 
Shows it when your faking, shaking fists up in my breaking patience 
Dont you know im pagan, making bridges like a mason
Placing pieces on my chess board, gets more stronger by the hour, power
Tasting sweet and sour, shower spits upon my flower, cower cover from the residents
The kings and queens and presidents
Bring me to and swallow whole
Break my bones and lose control
To my roots im heathen, breathing life into the season leaving traces of what im believing
Traces of the gold im heaving
Scheming from the world im bleeding heeding no advice im needing
Fearing that somebody's nearing
Fearing that nobody's steering

Espèces d'Espaces

Laurane Amye

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