So In Love W/ UK Man

;-Vent Sidéral-;

Thank you to everyone who listened to this track at the beginning of the new year.
People are surrounded by happiness.
Everything is made with a smile.
The energy of laughter, the vibration of a laughing voice, the world begins to fill with smiles.
Nice, I imagined your smile and played the guitar.

Smile is like that of an Angel's

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

;-Jeu de l’Invisible-;

'The Abbott Of Crossraguel Abbey'
In 1570 the Dunure Castle was in the hand’s of Gilbert, the 4th Earl of Cassillis, who had the reputation as a greedy man with a fiery temper. Gilbert’s Uncle had been the last abbot of Crossraguel, and after his death in 1564 the abbey lands passed on to him. This was all to change in 1565, 
when the King appointed one Alan Stewart as the lay commendator to the abbey. This allowed him to gain control over the lands, buildings, and the duties paid to it. Obviously the Earl was not amused at this usurping, and 5 years later after a great deal of political fencing , 
the Earl had Stewart kidnapped and thrown into the Black Vault of Dunure Castle. Here the poor man was roasted on a spit over a well stoked fire, until he agreed to sign away the lands to the Earl. Stewart was eventually freed and outlived the Earl, who was killed after his horse fell on him.

Whether there is any truth in the story is unclear, but the tale lived on in legend. It is said that on dark nights, when the wind blows gently through the ruin, the hideous shrieks of the abbot can be heard, as he is he is roasted alive deep within the Black Vault.
Of course there are two side to this story. The poor Abbott being roasted over the spit on the one hand and his tormentors quite happily watching till they got what they wanted on the other. 
I have attempted to cover both sides of the coin in the musical interpretation.

Lost Footprints In the Sands Of Time

The Abbott Of Crossraguel Abbey

Re-make of Mono-ha’s “Unbroken Sorrow”

Composition - Beta

THERE WERE TWO UGLY DUCKLINGS
SHARING THE SAME FANTASY
TWO LITTLE SISTERS LIKE ALMOST SIBLINGS
ONE WAS BARBARA THE OTHER MARY
CHACUNE PLUS TARD AURAIT SON MARI
QUI CHACUN S’APPELLERAIT JOE
COMME ÇA PAS DE JALOUSES PAS DE JALOUSIE
NI POUR BARBARA NI POUR MARY
AND THERE THEY WERE PLAYING HOUSE
STUFFING THEIR T-SHIRTS WITH TOWELS TO FIT
THE SILHOUETTE OF A CREDIBLE SPOUSE
BETTER THAN ANY FANCY OUTFIT
JOE ET JOE SERAIENT CAMIONNEURS
UN BON JOB POUR DEUX PETITS MARIS
ET TOUT ÇA FERAIT LE BONHEUR
DE BARBARA ET DE MARY
BUT WHILE THEY WERE FANTASIZING ABOUT
A FUTURE SO BRIGHT TWO BRIDES SO MERRY
THEIR MOTHER POPPED IN SAYING CUT IT OUT
TO BLUSHING BARBARA AND MARY
ET AVEC SES GROS SABOTS
AUTREMENT EN DÉCIDA LA VIE
PAS PLUS DE JOE EN VUE QUE DE JOE
NI POUR BARBARA NI POUR MARY
ULGY WHEN LITTLE PRETTY WHEN BIG
THAT’S WHAT GROWN-UPS USE TO SAY
FORGETTING THEMSELVES ONCE WERE KIDS
AND PROBABLY HOUSE THEY DID PLAY
BYE BYE JOE AND JOE

PLAYING HOUSE (Lyrics) song for Anja

semiconscious

Zwischen

My Enemy

 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