Professor Cox explains our movement in space🫡

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHrJJpYIh4g/?igsh=MXJ4bjkwa21lcWxqMg==

He was also keyboardist from the band D-Ream. Here he plays (or probably is pretending to play) on Top of the pops 😆

https://youtu.be/oCtK0E50OLc?si=5tLsZLT9oTyb67tB



We move 2.1 million kilometers every hour relative to other galaxies... It's mad... That's around the earth over 50 times every hour...

Lyrics

Wham bam thank you Bang
Universe says, 'It's On!'
A hair width ball thats all
To expansion how we roll
With singularity behind
One point to point to anointed time
Matter compressed by the other side
?One diversion in multi-versal divide?🧂

You had ALL the pies
Inflation was fast
Protons formed
Fusion 3 minute blast
CMB
We got out first photo
Our starting point is everywhere don't you know!
Andromeda and system Sun of solar
13.8 Billion years till we came along

It's our Sun
It's our Sun
It's our Sun
Dear Great Universe
Let's move along
Acceleration

Universe

Quantum Echo

演算のリズムの中　時空の裂け目に立って
量子ビット夢の中　アナログの残響響く

幻影の裏世界　モノクロームの波動

祈りの遺跡にある　異形なる三つの予言
観測者は夢の中　パラレルをセレクトしてる

幻影の裏世界　時空回廊揺れる

全てが見える
全てが繋がる

ララララララララ

コロコロコロコロ転がりながら　いろんな顔した土偶と歌う
朝から晩まで転がりながら　いろんな顔した土偶と踊る
コロコロコロコロ転がりながら　いろんな顔した土偶とはしゃぐ
朝から晩まで転がりながら　いろんな顔した土偶と遊ぶ

遠くの時間が近くでパラレル

Quantum Echo

Ode to Prince, Sinead O’Conner, and Chris Cornell. Cover of the song nothing compares2you.

Nothing Compare$ 2 You(cover)

Distant Drums

hesqupote

1153 — Piano

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Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building
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lyrics: fictionalive
music: mobygratis
written, produced, licensed, and provided
by mobygratis
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coVer ArT fictionalive DYI, wall shot 01.001.02
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fusion of it all - fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports
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dropped
Wednesday, August 6th, 2025
05:50 AM Central European
Hot Summer Time Zone
today, not so so much so
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// keep shining, crazy little diamond

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What's it all about..
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"Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building"

This title, poised on the cusp of irony and indictment, addresses its subject with the stylish precision of a rapier’s point. It evokes not a dusty treatise, but an invitation—a salon, a stage, a chamber in which the ghosts of history pace the parquet floors still.

First, observe the flourish: “Colonial Powers,” those familiar colossi, are not consigned to the tomb of history but linger on, uncannily present. The subtitle—“The Legacy That Never Left The Building”—is, for the feuilletonist, a masterstroke of sardonic wit. It both plays on the pop idiom (“Elvis has left the building”) and subverts it; here, the ‘star’ of colonialism remains stubbornly present, lingering in the architecture, policy, and psyche of postcolonial spaces.

A featherlight sarcasm hovers above the phrase, the kind that—with a knowing wink—invites the reader into a tacit complicity: of course the legacy never departed; did we ever truly believe otherwise? The construction conjures irony, a chief weapon of the feuilleton, and implies a skepticism learned by long acquaintance with the tricks of history and the repetition of power.

In the grand tradition of feuilleton writing, the title itself is both diagnosis and epigram. It distills a complex and ongoing wound—economic, cultural, and psychological—into a phrase brisk enough for any café table debate, yet sharp enough to lacerate complacency. The cadence, with its comma and deft repetition, creates a rhythm of announcement followed by wry afterthought: here is the topic, here is the verdict, subtle as a raised eyebrow.

Stylistically, it profits from the feuilleton’s hybrid nature: journalistic immediacy (this is happening now, everywhere); literary artistry (the phrase hits with double entendre); societal critique delivered with a velvet touch. It would not be misplaced, one suspects, at the bottom of a Sunday paper’s cultural page—nestled among witty rebukes, conversations with old Europe, portraits of vanished grandeur, and exposes of lingering injustice.

In sum: the title stands as a crisp, satirical banner—lucid, layered, and perfectly feuilleton. It raises its subject not with ponderous solemnity, but with the bracing, intimate skepticism that is the feuilleton’s signature. On guard, indeed: the building is filled with echoes, and this title leaves no doubt that someone—or something—has stayed behind.

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Colonial Powers, The Legacy That Never Left The Building

so.. this is part of the live show... 'Tubular Lights', which was a tribute show of Mike's work.  everythng got a bit losts so I don't know what part of anythiing this is. but it sounds good!!!

Rings a Bell (Tubular Bells) mash

Head feat. Urs (live performance)

This is a really short and cool track I've made hope you enjoy it.

Rain Walker

Shadows is a demo that drifts between haunting synth textures and moody rhythms, carrying an atmosphere that feels both intimate and mysterious. It’s a raw sketch that hints at the full emotional weight to come, lingering like a memory just out of reach.

Shadows

I make music on here, that's all. Thanks for checking out my stuff! 

Dropped a new album check it out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsQFDKlVH4E

Also in the off chance you care, profile banner is me crowd surfing at a Darkest Hour concert! They are a very sick band that's influence a lot of my song writing (along with various other bands)! You should check them out when you have a chance lol (Undoing Ruin is PEAK imo)

Rain Walker

L.T.T.F