All Life Long (for organ)

Blue Sun VA II

Bíbic

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Réti Virág - Bíbic

Literally a mix with some tracks that have been in my rotation in the past year or so, plus a few of my newest ones.

Tracklist:
literally the moon - still kinda lost
Fatshaudi - Oh Sleeping Sun
DJ Semitone - Airport Crush
You’ll Never Get to Heaven - Dust
literally the moon - wherever today
dj lostboi - join me
Planet 1999 - dune (literally the moon remix)
Torus - Summer of Love ft. Malibu
Dark0 - zeroGen

⋆.˚☾ sleeping sun ⋆ mix 01 .⭒˚

In the silence of the night, the bubo bubo releases its voice into the valley with all its majesty; its depth rivals that of the night itself.

recorded at midnight in Niğde Aladağlar, April 30, 2025

Bubo Bubo (Eagle Owl) Aladaglar, Emli Vadisi

you me

well , heart to heart and
mind to mind !

we are !!!! the ones :) who will 
TRAVEL THROUGH TIME 💞

we are!!!!!!!!

/ john maus

quantum leap

cotton mouth - pod8 (unknown remix)
stevie b-zet - man in the machine 
+ samples from a wip song about outlasting this bs bullsheey

pic: 1920px-the_soviet_union_1977_illustrated_stamped_envelope_lapkin_77-724-12501-face-diving-.png

re-mastered , re-designed , and re-compressed from:
https://soundcloud.com/radiosygma/walking-for-two-w-giselle?si=81abe272059c4c1a8525c4808654d557&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

woman in the machine

https://soundcloud.com/imberbe1

No center
Only echoes and erosion
Half-lit
Slowly dragging

"Alpin Dub" comes from Imberbe's second full-length album "Presence." Pre-order here: https://imberbe.bandcamp.com/album/presence

Imberbe - Alpin Dub

This album emerges from the rediscovery of an accordion following the loss of a close relative an instrument that had been a constant companion throughout their life, weaving itself into the fabric of childhood memory. At its core lies the recognition that both human and
accordion share the same essential act: breathing.

The accordion becomes a meditation on mortality and memory, its bellows expanding and contracting like "lungs", its air valve releasing pure breath without melody—the raw pneumatic essence of life itself. Every sound originates from this single instrument, largely unprocessed, preserving the intimate relationship between human touch and mechanical response.

It’s an investigation of how an instrument can hold the memory of hands that no longer play it. The mechanical whispers, the subtle articulations of metal and leather and wood become a language of remembrance, breathed rather than spoken.

Remains of a Temple

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