Name: Flies of the Lord by Gruppo Infernal
Duration: 8 min 20 s
Description: live in the living = Live recording in my living room

Flies are so fascinating. You are a talent with atmosphere and sounsds.

Monstrous tones man!!!! Very cool sound design!!!

Five Days Beyond The Veil Of Secrets

A memorial tribute to my composer friend, Bob Morabito [https://soundcloud.com/bob-morabito]

Elegy For Bob [2020-21]

Language in Paradise VI

Love (John Lennon cover)

Cette nuit sous la lune
  j'ai couru    j'ai couru
  a travers la lande
  J' ai chevauché des rêves
  des rêves de mousse blanche
  de lichen vert pale
  Des milliers d'étoiles 
  végétales font
  un tapis de douceur
  qui porte mes pas
  A travers les bois
  de pins , les forets
  de chêne, ma steppe
  chaotique, ma petite 
  taïga , ma  toundra
  ma  toundra miniature 
  et humide de vie
  C'est bien après la pluie
  les  5 moulins
  les genets les ajoncs
  a la senteur printanière 
  de noix de coco
  passer la croix du val
  du val d' enfer
  et son bourdonnement 
  de ruisseau roulant
  gonflé par l'arrogance 
  mouillé de l'automne
   par dessus les collines
De mica serti
pataugeant dans les cours d'eau
a travers le bayou
De vallons en vals
de vallées au chenal
vert tendre et lumineux
J'ai couru a toute jambes
pressé ,essoufflé mais 
vivant d'un désir 
esquissé sur un papier
un  papier de nuage
J'ai couru vers toi
Jusqu'à remonter le temps
avec mes pieds d'envie 
Et mes jambes 
d'une volonté aveugle
Couru avec mes pensées
couru avec mon souhait
éperdu de plénitude
couru  sur les tessons
de verre de ma conscience
Comme un fou j'ai couru
Sur ces braise ardentes et
 et bien connu
 Car aucun océan
 ne ce dresse entre nous

Aucun océan

Aucun ocean

Aucun océan ( avec Rosin dust )

Made in Bandlab fusion from 5 E minor loops, enjoy!



Resurgence

Tenebris

Lounging

“Electric Candles”

I’m living fire
Bodily combustion
Burning blue under snow

Tendered words don’t warm me
I receive them—cold, cold, cold

I’m flesh and wonder
Presence ecstatic
But I feel alone

Emoticons don’t embrace me
I can’t feel what’s not here to hold

With an analog urge
I try to form myself into a sentence
To convey myself
On the digital surge
With only image to fill the lack of presence
I misspell myself

Electric candles
Burning not burning
In an alien, blue glow

You are without me
I only feel you—cold, cold, cold

Custom commons
Vicarious persons
Who the hell wants to know?

Be here with me
Let’s learn how to know and be known

Electric candles
Hissing with their flicker
Without human warmth
We freeze
A space so vacant
An air like static

Electric candles
A current from an outlet
Two simple pins that never truly connect
For real

Electric candles
Burning imagination
Visions as real as psychic hallucinations
That burn out when touched

Electric candles
Bluer than a held breath
The hope is lit
But shorter than a glim’s breadth
With no warmth to feel

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Electric Candles

What was that? 
A shadow dream 
At the edge of your sight
There is nothing there
but you still take care
and nothing can make it right
Your mind is clear
there is nothing to fear
even in the depths of night
The darkness holds
such terrors
that fade with the coming daylight

The lucidity of  wakefullness keeps you sane
It's as we believe it to be
Who could imagine that the monsters that haunt our dreams
Owe their existence to me
The sunlit uplands call and we think the battle is won
But demons lurk there yet when all is said and all is done

How do we just draw a line
between truth and fantasy
As the organs of the internet
tell us this is our reality
Say goodbye to all  the things 
that you believed were sure to be
Obscure is the truth we seek
Why would you listen to me?

Why Would You Listen To Me (with Gareth)

live in the living = Live recording in my living room

Flies of the Lord

A place for sound freaks and aural addicts. 
A good actor plays all kinds of roles. A painter's palette needs a multitude of colors. Create something special, keep drowning me in your work and i will find the oxygen i need. 

There's all kinds of tracks on my page, but after months of buzzing in my head and schizophrenic debates about who was playing with who and who took the lead while doing it, finally, the decision has been made: all my alter egos got together and decided to form a band. From 2020 on new tracks will be created under the moniker Gruppo Infernal. Only pure MMTJ tracks will still be named as such. 

Gruppo Infernal relies heavily on my work as Me, my Thumb and Jack, an ongoing quest for a liberating approach to sound creation where the human body acts as an oscillator amplifying the natural 50hz hum. Direct live recording, improvisations and delayloops only using analog filters and effects. No editing, no overdubs. Gruppo Infernal adds digital treatment to this original sound material. 

UnterPitch is/was an alter ego using samples & synths.
Bleached Coffins is/was a project using guitars.

Flies of the Lord

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