Super cool piece!! And this story..absurdity, schizophrenia, and obstetrics! Whatver is going on here, is fantastic

Great track. Hey I have a new great track check it out. https://soundcloud.com/user-340246628/nova

@a-r-m-e: That is crazy talk. You arrange music phenomenally. Thank you!

I am stunned by the capabilities of this track!

Great stuff, I'll definitely come back to this site!

Донт ожидал такого исхода я Донт ожидал
Сидел спокойно пил пиво был дома и Донт ожидал
Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал

Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал

Донт ожидал такого исхода я Донт ожидал
Сидел спокойно мыл руки был дома и Донт ожидал
Но мне принесли вдруг такую предъяву 
Мне сказали: эй ты еще обезьяна
И тебе далеко до таких как мы, до таких как мы.
Я ведь верю в чудеса и не нужна мне колбаса

Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал, Донт ожидал

Don't Azhidal

Chapter 105 of 266
Chapters released every weekend. All TAFFETA tracks are created within seven days. 

I use a complete hybrid of organic & electronic sounds within the scope of the Taffeta project. Nothing is out of the question and no limits are set on how things may evolve one way or another.

If you want to hear everything that has come before:
The TAFFETA Albums are available for free on Bandcamp.
Released in 15 part/chapter increments:

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TAFFETA | 105

You need someone who loves you to set you free

Not at your command looper

Prehistoric Horse

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" Ε Λ Ε Κ Τ Ρ Ο - Ν Ι Κ Α "
1. EVENING BLUE  2. AMARANTOS  3. LAERTIS  4. SANTORINI'S WINE  5. LEONIDAS  6. SYMPLEGADES  7. TALOS  8. LUNAR RAILROADS

Ε​Λ​Ε​Κ​Τ​Ρ​Ο​-​Ν​Ι​Κ​Α

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ΕΛΕΚΤΡΟ-ΝΙΚΑ (Album Sample)

Original music by: Francois Pierre Morin/FPMORINSTUDIO

G Groove 98 Mix 2023

To the Hilltops of Toledo

Pollegg Blues

Funk You Tonight

*These lyrics were very spontaneous and based on the feeling of the music during the process of fleshing out the song idea... which is open to interpretation.
Hope you find some enjoyment out of it.* ❤️

☯️☯️☯️
Lyrics:
I can only be here so long,
this I know is true.
Mother Nature has her plans, 
her hands on me and you.
I don't have the answers,
I was hoping that you do.
~
I just called to see if you,
feel like I do.
~
I've lost my faith again,
in the clouds where it's raining.
~
Everyday I'm looking out,
I'm wondering what's real.
Everything you said to me,
was signed, up and sealed.
Wondering why you took,
so long to get back.
~
Everything you ever did,
seems to be wrong.
~~
I've lost my face again,
in the clouds where it's raining.
~~~
Memory is a funny thing,
how it's lost within a dream.
Was it worth remembering,
or did we just let go?
~~~~
Memory is a funny thing,
how it's lost within a dream.
Was it worth remembering,
or did we just let go?
~~~~~
I can only be here so long,
this I know is true.

Mother Nature

Special thanks to Alexander Stanton (@wouwouandthewormling) for the inclusion in the Music by Chance project! Artwork straight-lifted with love from Alex's phenomenal instagram: instagram.com/the_wormling

Here are the track details:
6/8 time sig
57 BPM
Chord progression:
D#9#5
G13#11
G7#9
D#9#11
C#min
C3m7b5
A9b5

Minutiae:
After a peculiar series of unexpected and cataclysmic events, Mr. Fowler had come to a startling realization. The third strike that had cost him his job had been the direct result of a misplaced salt shaker, the resulting search for which had caused him to be five minutes late to work. He reminisced upon the underlying causes of his two previous infractions: mismatched socks, and a paper bag that blew across the road. Looking deeper, his failed marriage came at the hands of a brief, yet ill-timed severed phone line. His dog had run away months before, after finding a hole in the back fence. The hole in the fence was caused by a careless utility truck driver who was distracted by his malfunctioning FM radio.  

Everything was now clear to Mr. Fowler. First, everything in the universe was connected by vast, invisible, interwoven cosmic strings. Second, if this was true (he knew it was!) then the most minute, mundane and inconsequential details are components of something larger: a grand machine. Mr. Fowler was obsessed. He became exceedingly particular about the orientation of objects in his home. His inkwell was to be three inches from the top left corner of his desk at all times. His smallest kitchen knife should always be kept away from the other knives, in a cupboard by itself. His shoes should be upside down in the closet when he went to bed. 

After a few weeks of this, Mr. Fowler devised a new form of entertainment. He would pull on the cosmic strings and feel the tug of altered destiny. He started rearranging rocks in the alleyway behind his house. He changed the color of the light on his front porch. On Sundays, he would go for a walk and pluck a single leaf from Mrs. Snell’s maple tree, and deposit it two blocks away in Mr. Emery’s yard on 5th Street. The power he felt was indescribable. 

Every morning, he would open his copy of the local newspaper and, rapt with joy and fear, read about the events that had unfolded in the previous day. He could practically see the writing of his hand across the printed record. “Fire on 34th Street:” Predictable. Mr. Fowler had placed a rusty nail under a park bench on 32nd Street. The connection was inevitable. 

Obviously, Otis Bridges had been waiting for the bus at 32nd Street, and had noticed the nail when he stood up to get on the bus. The bus driver, Benny, was impatient and honked to get Otis’ attention, which startled Penny Fairweather as she was driving around the bus. Penny swerved, but corrected herself shortly, and there was no accident, but the fright caused her to forget to stop and pick up the dry cleaning at Channing’s Sta-Prest. Manny waited an extra fifteen minutes after five o’clock for Penny, because she had assured him she would pick up the dry cleaning on that day, and he knew she needed her black dress for her uncle’s funeral. But she never showed up. Manny didn’t think to call his wife Elly, to let her know that he was waiting for a customer, and Elly customarily pulled the roast out of the oven on his arrival. She was engrossed in a troubling bit of pruning in the garden (kudzu, in fact), and lost track of the time, and the roast caught fire and smoked up the kitchen of their small house. Mrs. Creed, next door, called the fire station when she saw the smoke, and the firemen arrived shortly (they beat Manny to his home), and the roast was promptly extinguished. 

Mr. Fowler felt guilty, of course, but at the same time, he also knew that Dr. Chess wouldn’t have arrived at the hospital in time to deliver Ms. Chelsea’s twins, if the fire hadn’t attracted so many gawkers and cleared the roadways on 30th Street.

Minutiae

Hey! It's Leighton. This is some music I make. Thanks to the Soundcloud community for the support, and for all the great music. I'm not on here very often and my music making endeavors are extraordinarily scattered, but I still exist. Apologies for not listening more to the wonderful music that you are all kicking out.

Minutiae

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