ZenGazer

Complex synthesizer layers in combination with electronics and house genres

Waiting be Fool

I Feel Waiting Fool You

Collab with the great vocal artist Saskia Goethals from Belgium.

https://soundcloud.com/saskiagoethals/tracks

Lyrics blue men of the Minch:

We are in Scotland,
We hear the story of the blue men of the Minch, some sort of blue creatures looking like human but t hey live under water in deep caves
looking for sailors to drawn
and stricken boats to sink
They have a blue colour, this mythical creatures look much like humans, and are about the same size. But they have the power to create storms.
When the weather was fine they were sleeping under the surface of the water. They swim with their torsos raised out of the water, twisting and diving.
They could cause storm. The blue creatures approached the capitain of a ship
And said that he had to finish the rhyme
The capitain had to solve riddles and finish 2 rhymes of poetry.

If he couldn’t do it the ship was capsised

Blue Chief: Man of the black cap what do you say
As your proud ship cleaves the brine?
Skipper: My speedy ship takes the shortest way
And I'll follow you line by line
Blue Chief: My men are eager, my men are ready
To drag you below the waves
Skipper: My ship is speedy, my ship is steady
If it sank, it would wreck your caves.

Blue Men Of The Minch / Collab with Saskia Goethals

NASA tells me: "Mercury retrograde is an optical illusion that occurs when the planet Mercury appears to move backwards in the night sky. In reality, the Earth briefly overtakes Mercury in its orbit, creating a visual effect."

Thanks NASA. That helps. 

But what about when two people think they're in one place but they're in another? And can sometimes a body, celestial or otherwise, look healthy but it's not? Let me know. Thx bro.

Influences: Roni Size meets Jeff Buckley

(Outta the) Not-So-Silent Planets

Mercury Transit

Rehearsals for my debut album, with the Italian singer and actor Nicola Palladini. Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki. Rehearsal 2012.

"White Lady" (feat. Nicola Palladini) 2012.

Games

The third song in our summer series "We Solve Most Things If We Talk" examines the so-called progress of modern man. Are humanity's societies and social structures built over centuries really for everyone? Or only for groups of self-selected members?
Unfortunately, it is clear that large parts of humanity, during the course of our collective journey, again and again, ended up by the side of the road.  And what is the difference between the man in the stone cave and the modern man in his cardboard box or concrete conduit/cave?  We can't help but get the feeling that the man in the stone cave was somehow happier and more satisfied with his situation; it is all he knew.  The homeless (for whatever reason) know better...and hope for better.

Music & Lyric; Our dear poet Peter, soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Compilation, Mix and Production; Seagull, @farout-music-studio
With his high-string guitar; David Dunham, @david-dunhamuser589535203 
Thank you Seagull and Peter for letting me share this painful and poignant vision with you.

Modern Man:

I shuffle to, in my dripping cardboard palace,
Introspect on what the mental mind of evening brings.
The muffled dealer with his clingfilm-wrapped tripping malice
Prospects his kindly rental of the used syringe.

My box of brokenness shadowed by a higher human soul where lumens dare not tread
Detox wrapped in hollow stories still untold that crucify the thoughts within my head.
Needle patterns deathly blue upon my inner arm profess of no tattoo,
But of the crystal meth, whose harm, distressed, for me a living lie holds true.

Woven flaws, tangled webs of sins and hopes, regret a past mis-spent of futures told
Proven cause reflected in the ancients, whose tropes my nights now represent from days of old
Nothing that all of history built can yet detect the progress dial shifted
Nor the deeds nor the strength nor the intellect with which this vile human head was gifted

And within our minor symphonic demise, against which burning cold I close my eyes
All sin and crass politic lies now clear unfold, presenting no surprise that’s evident
I clock the days with callow patience as light defrays and my hopes relent
Futility and contradiction, sallowed latent time displays my childhood benediction rent asunder

Amid the sweet fair calling thunder of the ghosts of every child as yet unborn
There to meet me, falling at the hanging post, tempered mild, await my passing, so to mourn.

Modern Man (Peter; guitar, vocal, Seagull; synths, David; guitar

they ask me to compose. What I compose u find on this profile after maybe will be remix or they use for song. Enjoy 
I Study harpsichords Geneva conservatory after finisbeig geologiust best oper for me is (Seixas Op Sonata no.24 D Minor )

I Feel Waiting Fool You

MATTIA RISSONE TIA