Name: God Is A Bullet by Lee Foust
Duration: 4 min 45 s
Description: Hail on a terra cotta rooftop, a conga drum, and two voices.

Superb! Superb delivery, content and mix. Artistic disciplined anger, v powerful! Have you sent this to Radio Wildfire (UK)? I think you should also try London's Resonance FM. This track needs to be heard.

When - Draft - 1

Silence - Draft 1 - 1

Melt - Democracy - 1993 demo Orpheus

Hail on a terra cotta rooftop, a conga drum, and two voices.

God Is A Bullet

Starting an adventure

Trying to remember my dream...

Zajdi Zajdi

Vocals: Nadia di Gregorio
Music: Vera Stefanvovic

Navigator

Two Cities

'The railroad breaks the lagoon and
delivers life every thirty minutes.
Rarely on time.
It was November, that mystic entrance
at the arrivals. Wakes, the hiss, babel 
a few interesting exhibitions.

'Nebbia nelle calli'.

Further west, the metropolis
its futurity self-restrained, no design for
earth subsidence.
How distant the strangers strangers *
how brittle their tilting in the cold.
Desolate the two cities. 

'Acqua Alta!' they yell, 'acqua alta!' 
all through. 

And it floods slowly, it covers 
each tongue, it salts all apertures
the wounds. Do you feel 
the shockwave? Rarefied, penetrating 
and reverberating underground.
Stay still. It recedes now.

Quiet the two cities.'

©IlariaBoffa2018

fieldrecording: multiple recordings in Venice

* strangers strangers is a concept from Hyperobjects by Timothy Morton

Two Cities

VincentEoppolo https://soundcloud.com/societys-realization revisited "Nocturne (HalfBardo)"

When it comes, it pervades
by the extremities
it immobilises and pulls down
firmly, pressing to impose -stay.

Then tinnitus, the warmth of
the breath. We become
liminal, in transit overlapping
the souls like dogs panting.

He moves and I move
he trembles and I shelter.
Intermediate we observe
reminiscing.

Each gasp or leap
buildings standing past us
the trail barely visible, the rustle
in the grass, movements loosen.

Will we pass now?
For dreads are soothed.
All of the sudden a gap
blots out. We’re back.

©IlariaBoffa2018

Nocturne, halfBardo (Ilaria Boffa Vincent Eoppolo)

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I am a raconteur and performer, i come from California with a drum on my back, i live in Naples, Italy, the sun's so hot i froze to death and i want to write a story that will make you cry if you will only listen, oh. Please follow my blog for further updates and I welcome any and all comments and criticism. Thanks!

See also:
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