Name: Delighted by Lucid Letters
Duration: 3 min 45 s
Description: This is my entry for @prodbylife’s beat making contest. I used his IMAG!NE sample pack to make everything you’re hearing, except for some extra percussion, a pad, a sub, and my voice. #lifebetterchill

your voice just goes with the motion of sound and time flawless i love it

This is my entry for @prodbylife’s beat making contest. I used his IMAG!NE sample pack to make everything you’re hearing, except for some extra percussion, a pad, a sub, and my voice. #lifebetterchill

Delighted

Featured on Gimmedanger:
https://gimmedanger.bandcamp.com/album/linger

Onkey / Donkey

La tempe
Et le tempo
Dans un étau
Battent battent battent
Mes barrières
Ma carrière
Et mes paupières
Battent battent battent
Ma fatigue
Ma mesure
Paume sur le mur
Battent battent battent
Faut il toujours que quelque chose
Batte batte batte batte
Faut il toujours que quelque chose
Batte batte batte batte

Mes ventricules
Mes follicules
Au crépuscule
Battent battent battent
Et tes cheveux
Et ton pendule
Contre ton pull
Battent battent battent
Et le silence
Puis les oiseaux
Les mains contre le micro
Battent battent battent
Faut il toujours que quelque chose
Batte batte batte batte
Faut il toujours que quelque chose
Batte batte batte batte

Mes Ventricules

https://30gradx.bandcamp.com/track/colours-love

Colours - Love

method: a collaborative poem and sonification by Jo Richter and Jeff Gardiner 
image: image based on the skull of a dry-nosed monkey as displayed at Phyletisches Museum, Jena, Germany, photograph by jo richter

poem / copyright bv Jeff gardiner and jo richter:

there is no rain here, just the tears from the weeping of the stones
outside her bedroom window where she lay sleeping in her featherbed
while the commentator spoke
describing western mountains turning into ridges, ridges turning into bridges, bridges turning into hope

the denizens and citizens
of argos, argolis
neighbouring arcadia
justly praise the foresight
of their royals, king acrisius
and queen eurydice
for there is life in bliss

there is so much to miss
when you don‘t hear, smelll, see
never touch gaean grass
in this tomb, encased by night
washed out grey disphoria
not a single joy to please
a dreaded, unbedded princess

chunks of sol and distant body parts
in a ball of spinning stones
thrown across the darkness
- light, light, laser light -
like the bones of gods and quasars
- forcing me up -
he bought that dress in his distant travels
-forcing me up -
with sixty of the hundred that remained, and sent it by a pony
only after it was modeled by a beauty and a stranger
- rain, rain, fall on me -
who was naked underneath, so erotic in the moment of the showing
- life in its prime -
innocence resembles a dress
constructed of the finest silk, it wears as though is was the wind
- life in its prime -
it's weight can only be detected by the clotting of the blood
- underneath the mirror ball - 
in the wound eternal --
the old man walking, he described it in his journal
- losing my weight -
the end of the road, the start of a trail
- losing my weight -
that leads to a path
that ends in a vale
- light, light, laser light -
and now the world is made of gravity and premonitions
- filling my cup, lifting me up -
a stone held by a god
squeezed by fingers dear
while it bleeds tears of lust and admonitions.

the horses ever truthful
were wild that night
it may have been the wind that kept them
from their slumber in the paddock-

And the old man sleepless in the service of the beast

her head reflected in bronze
bans silicate humanoids

I have survived the seas
for I was born to a god

called for the priest
relying on the promise of a fool
by all accounts.

and down below he saw the wanderer
slumbered in the high grass of summer
dreaming of his mother
reciting something silly

I am not as weak as once
a boy was who failed at quoits

cases and races and traces of trouble
places with millions of faces
and cases and cases of coke
and everyone broke-

taking the trouble to tell tales of the bubble
before it was popped by the pauper 
with a gun and a knife
and a troublesome wife

heroes are made to prevail
heroes are made to prevail

while the milky way monkey was rolling the dice-

that naked viola and her milky way monkey

That Naked Viola And The Milky Way Monkey - ft stonerjazz

Alessandra Celletti - Meditative [re-imagination by Marco Lucchi & Henrik Meierkord]

short novel / ulrich langenbach / kersten ginsberg

thoughts are a collapse

Inspired by Naviar Haiku 558:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku558-cascade-sounds/

Thanks to Marco Alessi from Naviar Records for the weekly challenge!

Photo by zenbytes (Chalk Creek Pass, Colorado, USA, 2024)

cascade sounds - Naviarhaiku 558

february   (chirp/buzz/shiver/scamper/flutter)

Announcement of the album "They are here"
art by Daria Morgendorffer
https://open.spotify.com/track/7vMnvnxUF7SFTDlW7XoyNd?si=977a3a9e7e9f4970

They are here

Terra Sapiens - Contact

Lucid Letters is a songwriter and music producer from the north west of England.

Delighted

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