Mitchell: "Just finished up and posted the full album!" Tidus: "With the final track on it?"                                   Mitchell: "Yep!".                                                                  Tidus: "We just saved so many people with our music! They will be safe from black holes now!".                      Mitchell: "Absolutely!".   High Fives all around !!!!!!!! Theoretically, you can thank us later!                                                  This LP holds a combination of the recent two EPs released: Synthetic Madness and Computer Land. Including a special Bonus track that ties them both together in a neat little package for your sweet eardrums to unwrap! Waiting for you inside this Duology are track by track instructions on how to survive the traversal of a black hole. We are continuing onto a new project soon. The school year is getting started so keep your ear to the ground for our next musical mission! A big thanks to all of our listeners and to all the great artists we have met on this platform especially! We hope you enjoy the finished Project!         -TATWD 🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢🐢

How To Survive A Black Hole (The Complete Duology)

Stale Pi

My Portal Hand

Fearful Harmony

Featuring Iris Udell reading a segment from
Dangerous Games To Play In The Dark
By:  Lucia Peters

Brain Like A Plastic Bag

I live on a rock
I'm living on a rock and I'm speaking to you.
Plain and simple, I don't know why
But it is.
Goodbye! I want to see you again one day!

Herheherherher
(Fly buzzing noises)
It sounded like a.....
(Fly buzzing)

Second Senceology
I can do it 
(Fly buzzing)
Stupid Flies!
It's almost over .......

Envoy Of Flies

Ice Prisim(on)

Check out, Ducks on Quack in Space, also on Soundcloud. @user-713093027


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CibgqD7lI40&list=RDCibgqD7lI40&start_radio=1

Waaahhhh Owwww

made with casio, zoom h1, and NCH
i waved zoom h1 around for panning but mabes got carried away :D
NO MGWHM NO

new day, fresh start

The Joker

Right now, vague anxieties in the world strike us like noise.
What is its root cause? Sadness? Anger? Or fear? No, that's not it.
Its true nature is the fear called "loneliness" that suddenly comes to anyone.
Even if filled with love, friendship, or family, loneliness somehow crosses the mind.
In this world, I am the only one. The only one who knows me is myself. The feeling of loneliness is very painful.
However, we face that loneliness sincerely.
That is precisely what allows us to truly notice others' loneliness, empathize with others' sadness, and become advocates who grasp others' feelings.
When we feel loneliness and based on that are able to erase the world's noise, we perceive everything as conscious.
But the world is so impermanent, and someday the end of life will come to you and me too.
What we leave behind then is not a big deal.
What exists there is a world of "nothingness." Yes, everything returns to nothing. The world and we all return to nothing. But the "nothingness" embraces the world—gently, strongly, bravely, and cheerfully, peacefully, and calmly..."

This track was created from my original draft of the words, which he translated into English and brought to life through narration.

fictionalive ⭕ UNITY https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Returns To Nothingness//全ては無に還る//with narration

Electronic music with guitar and vocals, Art work : JP 
https://open.spotify.com/album/1YjBV7hFyCq39kQv88ZuEb?si=ndvm0N8YTxeEJWPzGeMCfg

just not the same

holy

theremin, un peu.

https://youtu.be/fu2Cgi5dvVM

bandcamp

morsenerves (avec öthann) _ album out on bc

He walked slowly,
through the dirty,

dark streets of the village;

suddenly,
he stopped and
sat down on the curb.

His face was tired,
dirty, undernourished.
His eyes were wide,
staring into space.

Who will believe your story one day?
This is a gesture to your memory...

With a vacant expression.
The desire to escape was great,
but the strength was little, very little.

Minutes passed,
perhaps hours,
who could say?

He didn't notice the people
who passed by indifferently and quickened their pace

Who will believe your story one day?
This is a gesture to your memory...

However,
he understood that the moment had come:
then,
he struggled to his feet,
he raised his eyes to the sky and
fell to the ground,
 smiling.

Tomorrow will be another day
And he has moved away

Tell me then, who will believe your story?
Perhaps one day I will drink
To your memory

 

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=2OKFISOLxuc&feature=shared


https://open.spotify.com/album/2AKa3nvEzJejsZvSkHgNIu?si=3i4xVt9bQC-LqQ65YEprnw

https://music.apple.com/us/song/solitudine/1838095321

Solitudine.mp3

another example in my 'isolated tracks' series, this is a short snippet from 'The Get Down' by the Eclectic Collective, featuring just the clavinet chorus along with Josh's slick bass riff and some nifty percussion from Ken.  

here's the full song with the detailed description:
(likely a different sounding mix than you've heard before)  😎

https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/the-get-down-mark-mix-audio

The Get Down (ISOLATED clavinet with rhythm section)

Dear friends, I present to you this song, which is a bit unusual for my taste, but I'm fond of it because of the lyrics. And I'll say more, I think it's the saddest lyric I've ever written, and although I tried to lighten the mood with the music, every time I hear or read the song I feel like crying... I apologize for the emotion, and I hope you enjoy it... dedicated to all my listening friends...
🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻🔥🙏🏻


Paola,

You ran happily in the mountains

The flowering meadows and the dew on your

clothes

Sweetly, you dreamed of a better future

Tired, you recovered from the infamous work


And where are you running now?

Which path do you want to follow?

If the thought wants to kill you.


Paola,

Let's forget the false seasons

Let's put on our skis and run on the

snow

Maybe tomorrow we won't be here

Maybe tomorrow will be the day we cry.


And where are you running now?

Which path do you want to follow?

 You know very well that you must die.


That disease that one day they told you was incurable

Only a miracle could defeat it

But you resist and control time

Trying in vain to stifle a moan.


And finally run, run now

Paola

You are free to go

You are strong enough to search

You are all to dream about...


https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=gUiNS6W1A-I&feature=shared

https://open.spotify.com/album/2stOiydUaCLzta9KTmO4yN?si=-kIcPFflRt-8T_irOgzRBA

https://music.apple.com/us/song/paola/1837954574



PAOLA.mp3

Father (38) and Son (6) combining and offering up two generations of Dimorphic soundscOpes for the holes on the side of your head, any of them... we are not picky. We present to the general public our musical stylings.

Brain Like A Plastic Bag

Turtles All The Way Down

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