/ emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast / emergency broadcast /
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— rollout, transmission, odyssey begins — 

the incoming age of melancholy:
not simply an era nor a season, but the endless twilight borne of every choice and every surrender,
woven from the threads of every generation’s longing—now, at last, unraveling before our eyes.

it begins as a hush—
not even silence, but something deeper:
the collective holding of breath as we pass through threshold after threshold,
unwilling—unable—to look back
at what still burns on the distant altars,
the cost we never counted,
the price we always assumed someone else would pay.

here, the mountains are made not of stone but of unsent messages,
unspoken apologies, unreached hands.
here is the valley of sacrificed afternoons,
where children chase phantoms,
where memory loses its shape under blue electric light,
where elders recall the scent of rain on pages, the music of patience.
here, the rivers are sorrow and the bridges are compromise,
some scorched, some crossed in regret,
most never rebuilt.

who are we, now, on this side of the threshold?
we—the bold, the bruised, the lonely inheritors of immeasurable plenty and exquisite emptiness—
we raise towers in tribute to unseen gods,
wireless cathedrals and temples that promise everything and deliver
only the ache of again, again, again
another update, another offering, another blinking vigil.

in the age of melancholy, every blessing is double-edged.
comfort comes yoked to numbness;
speed, to the erasure of slow becoming;
certainty, to the narrowing of all that is possible
and the slow extinction of wild hope.

“what did you give for this?” asks the old voice inside—
and we hush it with data, with noise,
with things that will never love us back.

our gods are many—everywhere, nowhere—
famous for a season, then discarded,
as fickle as the pulse in a liquid crystal display.
once, gods demanded faith, sacrifice, story and song.
now, they demand only attention—
bring us your tired eyes, your restless mind, your need to be known.
and in return, they give us chains so beautiful,
we praise them as gifts.

but beneath the wafer-thin bounty, the banquet of quick joys—
the shadow:
for every god installed, something sacred is displaced,
every new device arrives with its own silent requirement
that some part of us—ancient, slow, shimmering—must be left behind.

still, we are the ones who choose, trembling though we are—
again and again, at every threshold:
the altar, the new coin of the realm,
purchase paid in what cannot be replaced.

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

let us be brave enough to mourn,
bold enough for the trembling joy in sorrow—
to sit by the ghost-lit ruins of intimacy and warmth and hope,
and refuse the command to forget.

for in this age, courage lies not in the conquest of new things,
but in the deep humility of honoring what is lost—
the quiet grace of looking back, and bearing witness,
and speaking to the brave few who will listen:

remember—
before the gods of upgrade and speed,
we danced in forests, we bled and healed together,
we built fires for each other’s warmth,
we told stories that did not sell,
and we were not ashamed to love slowly,
to grow bruised and then strong with time.

may we, the humbled .....
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/ lyrics: fictionalive
/ music: a tiny excerpt of the epic mighty double dutch DJ Set
Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi (Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

The Incoming Age of Melancholy — Eternal Dusk Between Eras / The Last Custodians of the Old Music

Made in July 2025

Video; https://youtu.be/EayL04hoQDE

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Study for Operatic Aria - 12.08.25

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The lyrics were seeded last night by an ever funny chat with Tez AKA Llanspych where we were planning Irelands future tourist business as climate change takes hold 🙈 It looks like we'll have wine for everyone as there are vineyards popping up in Ireland...

The voice at the start is laying bare the suggested idea. The idea is to still make it a serious song even though the words are a lighthearted look on the hard reality we are all beginning to face particulary our friends South of us 🫂

Lyrics

Good Jaysis it's hot!
23 Degrees!
There's a vineyard!
Irish wine please...
Chateux de Leprechaun
Tourists... come with us
Pretty soon we got grapey guinness

From North to South
See Costa del Kerry
Make sure you come soon
Green grass ' be olive and cherry
Not to worry,
More drink for the winners
It's coming soon
Get your grapey guinness

Meet the new med
Shannon Riviera
Turf pina coladas down your neck
Heat is bearable
Morrocans, Italians, Spanish come with us
Grape and grain
Good grapey Guinness

It's global warming
Microwave Earth
Bring on the bing!
Sweaty peak soon for worth
Until heat times out..  Head for Dublin
It's Norway next!
Damn this heat be doubling

Meet the new med
Shannon Riviera
Turf pina coladas gown your neck
Heat is bearable
Morrocans, Italians, Spanish come with us
Grape and grain
Good grapey Guinness


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This set of SWWs was written in memory of a wonderful singer, teacher and friend, Diana Walkley. Here, significant reference is made to Elgar's Music Makers - a score of great insight, I now understand, into a lonely composer: a true 'dreamer of dreams'

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