And just like that, new things begin. This morning is another day, sleepily yawning into the autumn sky. It’s all about cycles. It’s all about change. “Everything changes,” a car salesman said to me when I asked about the improvements over the last year’s model during my test drive. I’m sure he knew how right he was. For today’s special podcast I invite you to contemplate this and many other important life lessons as you travel alongside Fingers in the Noise. It’s a journey you’ll enjoy…

"This mix was first and foremost created just for me. The selected pieces helped me relax and relieve the stress of everyday life. I’m also happy that I could share this music, and introduce you to the less known artists. I hope you will enjoy this timeless journey as the sound transports you to a distant landscape and evokes a meditation for a better world."

Full track listing and more details on the mix can be found here:
http://reviews.headphonecommute.com/2014/09/30/fingers-in-the-noise-drone-journey/

As always, please enjoy responsibly and support the featured artists!

Fingers in the Noise - Drone Journey

A short sample of what we'll be up to in the next couple of months. Stay tuned!

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England Skies

:') yaaaaaaay a cover of daughter's song "smother".

exactly one year ago we posted a remix of the same song, but it was taken down because of copyright infringement.

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Smother (with Mothica)

[Access Virus TI] Simply Pad For Insomniac

With eyes hollowed out of existence, Mr. Sheep is lost, deep in his own perplexed mind, stumbling over the memories of yesterday and the anxieties of an uncertain tomorrow. He can barely feel the skin on his face. Where is he? Who is he?

He can only hear the hums of life in this wilderness. Though his tongue is lost to him, he can hear his voice reverberating through the wood and strings, searching for salvation, another soul to listen, to speak with.

He walks deeper, hoping to feel the breeze that'll lead him to the shores of sanity. But the hums grow louder, into cacophony. Eerie, familiar sounds pierce through his ears. Wasn't that the sound of the ticking clock that hung on the wall of his broken little home? He raised the lantern to find - old habits die hard. He can't even feel the heat emanating from its flame.

There's no coming back now. He can hear the bats getting ready for the evening to end. Sanity was nowhere to be found. He stood there in the embrace of the shy moon and threw the lantern away. The flame flickered and died slowly, with hope as its partner in the grave.

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Manas Raturi