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LISTENING POST: BATCH 545

Come On Outside

Your Love

Your Love (Edit)

Hers To Own

Having returned from the silver planet, they wielded instruments of light that resembled future form and technology

Diskow

Perhaps it was 2007, I started a moleskine as I have done for centuries, but this time without writing any dates, and mostly consisting of drawings. It was the year I first conceived Dream Society, graduated from art school, became self employed, lived in Battersea in a house with green walls, somewhere in a world beyond time and space; spending hours writing the most extravagant colourful websites using only a text editor, creating experimental films in which I cut out each frame by hand, making music with house hold objects and discovering a world of books that opened my mind and being to infinite possibilities, pondering about the nature of reality, consciousness and existence. My pals and I would go to the supermarket at 2:45am; I wrote songs on an old ships piano I had to tune anew every day, and a harmonium in the key of not-quite-Bb. 

Sometimes I had visions, like lucid daydreams, or frames of future memories: I once saw myself in a flowery dressing gown, writing books, in a flat with green walls in Amsterdam.  Another one had me play on Top of the Pops. Now wouldn’t that be funny, I thought. Sometimes a song would appear like that. Like this melody that appeared, and I had to write it down, and it never became a song, just a small mantra that kept popping up, sometimes, especially at times when becoming aware of my supreme impatience; a wanting of it All, Now! 

Yet when I create, I am patient, there is -only- Now. 

Many years later, in Amsterdam, not yet with green walls but in a colourful flat on my favourite canal, I started playing around with some homemade sounds, a harmonium, some birds, and then pressed record as I sang into the mic and words and melodies flowed freely, and there it was, this melody that time travelled and brought the rest of its song along, because sometimes this is how it goes, and time folds, and everything is different and yet in essence, so very much the same; falling awake from the illusion of time and space and separation, and there is only Now, and Now, and Now, in tune and in sync with the divine perfection of life.

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Be Patient, 
the world will soon be 
In your circle

Arrows flutter in the skies
And hollow holy earth,
The under breath of wanting to believe
And the slightest lion eyes
Behold
And the crowd is going mad
Cause they want us to glorify
And the flowers glow
Sleepless nights

Be Patient, 
the world will soon be 
In your circle

Round & round rivers,
And on the boat we rock
Back and forth
The lion sleeps and slides
Sleep and find me home

Be Patient, 
the world will soon be 
In your circle
Be patient, love will come
Be well patient
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Bloom de Wilde: Vocals, Fender Rhodes, Synth
Nick Trepka: Bass Guitar, Birds
Sam Ritchie: Flugelhorn, String Arrangement 
Juba Wetzler: Drums

Written by B. de Wilde de Ligny
Produced by Nick Trepka, Bloom de Wilde & Sam Ritchie
Mixed by Nick Trepka
Mastered by Nick Watson @Fluid Mastering

Recorded at:
Lullabye Factory, Amsterdam
Dream Society HQ, Amsterdam
Trepka Studios, Brighton

The Circular Being

Be Patient

A song for hope and determination and to say "never give up" no matter what...

SURVIVING LIKE AN ENGLISH ROSE - FEATURING - THE DUKE

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