Knucklez 4 Bucklez Hot Tracks Vol 7

Radio Far Oeste Playlist Part. II

Flexin on the kids type beat

A very upbeat percussion loop by haruyildizmusic (HY Deephouse Drums 7  https://www.looperman.com/loops/detail/234238/hy-deep-house-drums-7-100bpm-deep-house-drum-loop ) sent me into party mode :)))))

It's My Party And I'll Psych If I Want To

Mesmo's Midnight Adventure Theater of Sound presents: String Incident at Exeter

String Incident at Exeter

Well Kids Daddy's Got The Rona So does Lil Bucklez
Fear not That which does not kill us only makes us Stranger 

Get Your Shots People and Im Not Talking Jamensons ....er ah wait maybe thats the cure

The Covid Kid ( Give Me Head Cold Baby )

a transition which leads into the next chapter of my story

endeavors (the interlude)

a good offer

Hope you enjoy
Martin , Marcus & Karin

Instruments:  Splintered Finger @fraudstein
Lyric's & Vocals: Augenmerk 
Composed Arranged & Produced: Splintered Finger & Augenmerk

Put on my boots, the ride comes up,
Take the lighthouse  to the open sea.
Throw the saddle overboard, I am free.
I drift on the ocean, immerse into the full,
in schools of fish searching colors, which the garment still lacks,
drinking the stream of life, from above and below, from anywhere:
comes on me, hissing.
A swarm at the back, my feet in the mud,
the head leaning against the wall, the night becomes day, 
picks the balloon from the sky and light explodes in the spray.
Life foams over, and I lean back thirsty,
push the back against the seat back, enjoy the drive, the ride.

Collect my blueprints
Count past and possible future into the void.
I was enclosed, zeroed in.
What’s it to the dance? Puzzle of many splinters,
Some penetrate and fester, are source.
I open doors, close doors, so many rooms,
In each one birth, death, sins, knowledge.

I allow myself, believe myself, sue me for myself 
My yes and no and the endless time, the only time that remains is now

I renounce to sacrifice, disaster, error and desolation,
give me space, traces clothe my body,
vinyl and leather, on the strap the whip
and on the left the mind, on the right the impuissence, 
the vision releases depth.
I spit out the sea I've drunk, too long and too much,
The black star in the black blue, the black flood gone

Life serves me, steals from me
Your milk is drinking me all of a sudden your island visits me,
lands at my strand
Flag gala, boat christening, cork’s pop - life steps on the gas
Mother, forever pregnant, gives birth and gives birth and gives birth

The Dark does not want to hear about it, and the bright gets off, drifts off - dream boat, dream ship, spaceship
The wings trimmed, give up flying? And good appetite for life!
Enjoy the meal! Cut off doesn’t apply!

Fresh water, rinse the brush. A new image originates,
 carries my tracks, finds me, loses me,
starts and finishes me. I could come, could go
Could finish my dance.
Not take seriously, not fix: so or so I am
I dish myself up. I wipe
to pour me somewhere else on the stage, to flow.
Here I am, so is it, my life.
 
At some point the trip began, and once, perhaps never,
reaches its destination, last port.
Move the ground, which from bending down and humping  
obscures the view, the sight makes short, 
Which captures and lays in linen, holds in small bunches -

The daily peg, around which one circles!
And outside the humpback whale sings, ancient, gentle, free,
Ready to free us, everywhere we are at home,
The world is ride within our head, calling, luring!

Blow up templates! Cut tapes! Open locks!
Let the flood in! 
Raise the wave, listen to ourselves instead of losing us!
On the trip knowing that these quiet inside calls 
are still related to the loud rushing outside,
That the cosmos outside well-known to the inner sea opens dreams  
you see hidden worlds finally unfold, finally contain you,

One morning which taps blue at the window
opens your desire for the delicious and the secret,
you saddle your horse with the bubbly of the night,
which leans your dream into the day, and you do not know why,
you put on your fanciest cap, turn around and say, "Wonderful!".
You flip the line off, which still hangs on the house,
Throw down the anchor, which still holds you, you mount the horse.
So covetous, so great your thirst for world that nothing can hold you any more
and pure urge for life flows through your veins, you bunk off.

Lust for this foaming, overwhelming exploding in-all-directions,
parading your loudest, wildest and most beautiful,
equipping you with boots that jump over mountains.
You look, on which mountains you were grounded, which horns crowned you,
which valley tied your foot to shade
and seek expanse, gravity, your imploding.
You finally celebrate your luminous ride !!!!!!

WE CAME IN ON THE TIDE_DEN LEUCHTRITT FEIERN_ SPLINTERED FINGER & AUGENMERK (lyrics are translated)

soundcloud.com/andreas-bruening
I found an experiment with loops of Andreas Bruening which I mixed last year.

Loops oops )))))))))))

Texte et chant : https://soundcloud.com/luciole-langevine

Fragmentées dispersées déchirées embrumées
Combien de faces façonnées au prisme du passé ?
Faut recoller les morceaux 
Oui mais de quel côté du double-je ?

Des lèvres au sourire avenant
qui déversent du miel par devant
et des nuages par derrière

Ceci cela et son contraire
De quel côté du double-je ?

Et comment apaiser
le battement frénétique
du cœur dans la cage thoracique
quand ça frotte quand ça frappe
ça s'affole ça dérape
quand ça pince et quand ça pique

Sous l'arcade broussailles
lignes entremêlées
fouillis inextricable
de rameaux torturés

Une plume peut-être un pinceau
assembler des couleurs, des mots
quelques notes réunifiées
à la glu des silences fixées
des deux côtés des deux côtés du double-je
des deux côtés du double-je

De Quel Côté Du Double - Je (with Luciole Langevine)

Caveat: I explicitly prohibit the use of any material I post for purposes of torture, brainwashing, hypnosis, bedazzlement or any other nefarious activity. This prohibition applies to all governments, corporations, institutions, agencies and individuals. 

“The avant garde is dead. That is its triumph. Let it lie.” - Chris Cutler in “Not As We Choose: Music, Memory and Technology”. (Highly recommended!)

“… there is increasingly less call to exercise an already too rare generosity of aesthetic hospitality.” - Chris Cutler

" Music is one of the great Mysteries. It gives life. It is not a career, nor a business, nor a craft. It is a gift... and a great responsibility. Because one can never know where the creative spark comes from or why it exists, it must be treasured as a Mystery. For the most part I believe creativity chooses you, not the other way around." - John Zorn (excerpt from the liner notes to 'Magick')

“Listen as if you were being told a secret” - Federico Fellini

“Experimental and electronic music was once not-so-benignly tolerated at the margins of western art music, but it has over the last decade or so moved toward a central position as something of the soundtrack of our digital culture. Where it once was merely tolerated it is now more engaged and doesn’t have to apologize to anyone”.  - Douglas Kahn 

"Through technology, voices are amplified and silence is broken. Spaces are shared." – Laurie Anderson

"I frequently hear music in the heart of noise." - George Gershwin

"'Tis an ill wind that blows no minds." - 
Malaclypse the Younger in 'Principia Discordia'

“Let us cross a great modern capital with our ears more alert than our eyes and we will get enjoyment from distinguishing the eddying of water, air and gas in metal pipes, the grumbling noises that breathe and pulse with indisputable animility, the palpitation of waves, the coming and going of pistons, the howl of mechanical saws, the jolting of the tram on its rails, the cracking of whips, the flapping of curtains and flags. We enjoy creating mental orchestrations of crashing down of metal shop blinds, slamming doors, the hubbub and shuffle of crowds, the variety of din from the stations, railways, iron foundries, spinning mills, printing works, electric power stations and underground railways.” — Luigi Russolo in 'The Art of Noises' (L'arte dei Rumori)

Urban Dictionary (https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Mesmo)
(New Norberian English)

1. lit. in a state of mesmerism, hypnotism; in a trance
2. in a state of bewilderment or confusion, daydreaming; 'out of it'
3. mind bogglingly awesome, spellbinding, captivating

(1) "He swung that watch in front of her face and she got all mesmo"
(2) "When the teacher called me to the board I had just woken up and was still pretty mesmo"
(3) "The new N64 cartridge is totally mesmo, bro”

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