Tracce simili: Induce

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NIGHTLIFE

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

I have been tinkering around with #garageband for the past few days on my sister's iPad. 
The best way for me to explore any new daw(music making software) is to try and make a simple yet passable track with it. 

So i took it upon myself to make a chillsynth/chillwave track to see how far i can get with what many consider an inadequate daw (if there even is such a thing?). 

I mastered it in Reaper because of the normalizing thingy but all else was done on GarageBand iPad 🥲 
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Elements

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This is a reimagined version of "DedSec," crafted especially for Christmas and the cozy winter holiday spirit. Let this track set the mood for unforgettable moments, surrounded by great company and warm emotions. Enjoy every beat and celebrate the season with joy and love! 🎄🎶

DedSec (Christmas Edition) [Instrumental]

Take Me There

Induce

Something a bit different. Inspired by late 80s and early 90s power ballads and melodic rock tracks. Wanted to do something like this for a while but found it difficult to get the guitars sounding right with limited knowledge and tools.

I Still Dream of You

Serious outrun vibes, guitar solos, high energy, and the feeling of driving all night.

Running All Night

Analog Dreams captures the essence of nostalgia with its warm, lush synths and dreamy melodies. This track blends the timeless feel of vintage analog sounds with modern electronic elements, creating a sense of drifting through a dreamy, introspective landscape. Perfect for late-night drives or moments of reflection, Analog Dreams invites listeners to escape into a world where the past and present coexist in harmony. With its smooth atmosphere this track evokes a sense of peaceful melancholy, offering a space to unwind and lose yourself in the rhythm of life.

Analog Dreams

The desire to see memories in advance."


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Avenoir

Very late but finally here. I hope that this helps its been a rough year but never give up and I hope this helps you escape even if for a minute. Much Love God Bless.

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Experimental reggae-EDM combination with sound design effects

ReggaEDM

Magic City

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Music is everything, and putting good music into as many ears as possible is my mission...with that being said...press play and enjoy. You can hear my entire discography and view all my videos @ www.molikulemusic.com - Listen...Watch...Enjoy

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