;- Subliminalement-;

Soft Blue Horizon

;-Sentiment D’Absolu-;

;-Onde Gravitationnelle-;

;-Origines Enfouies-;

;-Sables Mouvants-;

;-Régénération-;

Let go, no need to fight,
Everything glitters in the bright light.

With love,
Eden Project

Rush

Comme Ça Que Je L'aime (the way i love her )

Youtube Video:  https://youtu.be/b70uQ3Xycyc

WE WANT TO FLY 
(c) JunkHeap Jul 21 2022 / remixed Oct 2023

Thinking about the day 
and feedin' on the summer vibe, 
do you feel it?

Later that night I need some sleepin',
crawl into bed, soft sheets are cheering.
The pillow says hello,
and I fade below.

Someone waves to come along,
through a field, beside a pond.  
It's idyllic. 
Jump up high, and say goodbye
flying up and out of sight.

Hit the clouds.
In the clouds.
and there's the sun.
and the beautiful Earth.
For all it's worth,
in this day and age.
Turn the page
and you see the rage.

it's all sort of malign.
Politicians turn a blind eye.
They don't have the fortitude
to satisfy all our needs.

We want to fly.

Sitting on a beach near Naples;
Standing in Krasna Square;
Meet some people at the Pyramids of Giza;
then hit downtown NYC and see its flair.

Dreaming of a simple bliss, 
where I feel her lovely kiss.
But a dark flows in so slowly,
blots out the light, 
and I feel people want to get away.

We want to fly.

We Want To Fly

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitars played: Taylor 714CE in DADGAD Tuning
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.

Had some nice feedback about the title of my previous instrumental, so thought I would follow it up with this one - dedicated to all granddads out there!!

Hope you like it!

GRANDADGADDIO

After a trip through the Mediterranean with the paramour of my life years ago... these lyrics emerged as an expression of gratitude and love. Yesterday those lyrics found home in this new original composition.

Forever thinking about you and the family we've made baby.

Thinkin' About You

;-Féerie D’Outre-Tombe-;

Georg Trakl (1887-1914) was an Austrian Expressionist poet with strong Symbolist influences. 
The following poem "Der Spaziergang" ( "The Walk") was written in 1913.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for playing this wonderful solo-guitar.

The picture shows a detail of „Astronaut“, ink on paper, 2020 by Gregor Kalus



See translation (mainly by machine) below


Der Spaziergang

1
Musik summt im Gehölz am Nachmittag. 
Im Korn sich ernste Vogelscheuchen drehn. 
Holunderbüsche sacht am Weg verwehn; 
Ein Haus zerflimmert wunderlich und vag.

In Goldnem schwebt ein Duft von Thymian,
 Auf einem Stein steht eine heitere Zahl. 
Auf einer Wiese spielen Kinder Ball, 
Dann hebt ein Baum vor dir zu kreisen an.

Du träumst: Die Schwester kämmt ihr blondes Haar, 
Auch schreibt ein ferner Freund dir einen Brief.
 Ein Schober fliegt durchs Grau vergilbt und schief 
Und manchmal schwebst du leicht und wunderbar.

2
Die Zeit verrinnt. O süßer Helios! 
O Bild im Krötentümpel süß und klar;
 Im Sand versinkt ein Eden wunderbar.
 Goldammern wiegt ein Busch in seinem Schoß.

Ein Bruder stirbt dir in verwunschnem Land 
Und stählern schaun dich seine Augen an.
 In Goldnem dort ein Duft von Thymian. 
Ein Knabe legt am Weiler einen Brand.

Die Liebenden in Faltern neu erglühn 
Und schaukeln heiter hin um Stein und Zahl. 
Aufflattern Krähen um ein ekles Mahl
 Und deine Stirne tost durchs sanfte Grün.

Im Dornenstrauch verendet weich ein Wild. 
Nachgleitet dir ein heller Kindertag, 
Der graue Wind, der flatterhaft und vag 
Verfallne Düfte durch die Dämmerung spült.

3
Ein altes Wiegenlied macht dich sehr bang. 
Am Wegrand fromm ein Weib ihr Kindlein stillt. 
Traumwandelnd hörst Du wie ihr Bronnen quillt. 
Aus Apfelzweigen fällt ein Weiheklang.

Und Brot und Wein sind süß von harten Mühn. 
Nach Früchten tastet silbern deine Hand. 
Die tote Rahel geht durchs Ackerland. 
Mit friedlicher Geberde winkt das Grün.

Gesegnet auch blüht armer Mägde Schoß, 
Die träumend dort am alten Brunnen stehn. 
Einsame froh auf stillen Pfaden gehn
 Mit Gottes Kreaturen sündelos.

_________________________________________




The Walk

1
Music hums in the grove in the afternoon. 
Serious scarecrows turn in the corn. 
Elder bushes gently drift along the path; 
A house flickers whimsically and vaguely.

In gold floats a scent of thyme, 
On a stone stands a cheerful number.
 In a meadow children play ball, 
Then a tree in front of you begins to circle.

You are dreaming: Your sister combs her blonde hair, 
Also a distant friend writes you a letter. 
A rick flies through the grey yellowed and crooked 
And sometimes you float gently and wonderfully.

2
Time slips away. O sweet Helios! 
O image in the toad-pool sweet and clear; 
In the sand an Eden sinks wonderful.
 A bush cradles yellowhammers in its lap.

A brother dies to thee in a haunted land 
And steely his eyes gaze at you. 
In gold there a fragrance of thyme.
 A boy sets fire to the hamlet.

The lovers glow anew in butterflies 
And sway cheerfully around stone and number. 
Crows flutter up around a disgusting meal 
And your forehead thunders through the mellow green.

In the thorny bush a deer dies a soft death. 
After you glides a bright child's day, 
The grey wind that flutters and vaguely washes 
Decaying scents through the twilight.

3
An old lullaby makes you very anxious. 
By the wayside a woman piously nurses her child. 
Dreamwalking you hear how her fountains gush. 
From apple branches falls a sober consecration sound.

And bread and wine are sweet from hard toil. 
Your silver hand gropes for fruit.
 The dead Rachel walks through the farmland. 
The green beckons with a peaceful gesture.

Blessed also blossoms the bosom of poor maidens, 
Who stand there dreaming by the old well. 
Lonely ones gladly walk the silent paths
Amongst God's creatures without sin.

Der Spaziergang (Trakl, 1913) ft The Neighbor

That

We did another piece , so maybe we will keep doing it 

Aporia is
Dani Kirby: piano
Bruce Musser: guitar
Dane Renshaw: drums
Mat Ward: electric bass

Aporia #2

North

 La musique et le son sont des moyens de passer au dessus les frontières du temps et de l'espace. #electro#creative#intriguing#music#art#Mokito

;-Féerie D’Outre-Tombe-;

Mokito

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