Soundscapism

[UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

Fantaisie track (courte) series no. 385

creation: 2023/08/06

These tracks were uploaded to SC between 06/2023 and 08/2023,
except for the following, older ones:
. . .

[TO BE COMPLETED]

Happy listening!

* Soundcloud time: 1 year = 12 - 23 months.

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Paul Amlehn - Arrangement, Editing, Mixing, Production
T.S. Eliot - Text
Marlon Brando - Vocal Performance
John Cage - Prepared Piano Composition
Steffen Schleiermacher - Prepared Piano Performance
Francis Ford Coppola - Sound Design for Singing and Field Recordings
David Lynch - Visual Art

Dedicated to the memory of my father Mike Amlehn

The Hollow Men

Source sounds: 
A beautiful field recording of a gate in the forest: https://freesound.org/people/DrGoldbach/sounds/590173/

A short excerpt of 'Surabaya Johnny' by Kurt Weill: https://archive.org/details/lp_the-two-worlds-of-kurt-weill_morton-gould-and-his-orchestra/disc1/02.03.+Surabaya+Johnny.mp3 

Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/fotobox_petra0107-52422/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=206898">Petra Söhner</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=206898">Pixabay</a>

Before Dawn

TO ANOTHER WHERE

7th floor, bath street car park 28.04.22

Yn Unig

Imminent

mode is the work and i

Situational Entropy

How would you know, if you say you didn't know? 
How do you handle it all yourself (for now)?  How do you get around with what you haven't got? 
I don't want anything of yours anymore. Already paddling through ((it )).
Traveling through your vacant soul, 
Finding one more, one more just like you. And one of you two.
I can see right through you and I can see you trembling, 
Wading in the water, scathing in your skin. The antidote is yours, it's in your chest. 
But a folded blindfolded 
Folded up around over your eyes. 
You can't see anything. 
But then I found you and we ran. 
You knew how to get me going fast, 
Finally getting me over the wall. 
Through the tunnel, under circumstances unknown, 
Finding new categories of beings. 
Through the portal, coming in and out. Through the storm, 
don't take anyone's word. 
Instead, run and jump into the wind. Through the dunes, 
where we lived in sandstorms, 
the wind hurts. 
Hits me hard-so bad. 
And travel through the dryest part of you. The dire need we have for the other.  
You or you two, you were whistling to me. So that’d it be easy to find me in the deepest, biggest crowd of all. 
You can't love anything at all. 
There is nothing, there's nothing 
even in the center of your eyeballs. 
As they bulge out your head, 
I see it. Now I see it in your shadow. 
The hole of light that travels through it. 
But doesn't stop like you're one of them. Traveling through like I do. 
Paddle through, 
I see you wading in the water. 
Oh hey, I found you, one of you, 
of you two. 
And distance myself from you. 
You can't love anything at all. 
You can’t love anything at all. 
You can't, 
you can't love anything at all. You can't love anything at all. You can't love 
anything at all. 
You can't love anything at all. 
You can't love anything at all.
You can’t love anything at all.

You can’t love anything

the good the bad

The Ellipsoidal Belligerent Capacitor

22 10 14

Welsh musician and composer. If you like my stuff, please like, repost / share. And follow for more tunes

Yn Unig

Marc Dauncey