There is so much to like in this! I will definitely listen again.

Nice compo Larry. Your timing is great bro!

Hight musical qualiy, ilike it with this latina influence

Unique sound - Loving the 70s style keyboard sounds

I like how you pull off using sounds and melodies that wouldn't work in most contexts. Drum work is particularly impressive. Particularly the distinctive hi hat placements.

I made this House-like track on a trial basis.

Bubble

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

We Can Laugh About It Now

On My Own

Original music by : FPMORINSTUDIO/François Pierre Morin musician composer

4/4 And 7/8 Bass And Beat

Super Magic

8ightball - Polo & Fresh J's (Dramantic Remix)

© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Control systemic
Social pandemic
Connections are mailing
Your senses all failing
Input serrated
And automated
Plastic transistors
Pretend resistors
The what the why
Ingest the lie
Uncertain new borders
Hide civil disorders
The disinformation
Two digit inflation
Newsreels keep looping
Night drones still snooping

And then you feel your keeper
Starting to push you deeper
Thoughts and beliefs all spinning
The honest side is winning
Foretold events enacted
 edge of truth abstracted
The game now clearly seen
A slave who thinks their free

A Landscape of concrete
Community obsolete
The nightly incursions
And media diversions
Supply lines are tested
Development arrested
Segregation
Unified nation
The needle digs in
Absolving all sin
Continue the story
Of power and glory
The Facts and the fictions
Corrupted depictions
All Bridges now blown
Doves have all flown

And then you feel your keeper
Starting to push you deeper
Thoughts and beliefs all spinning
The honest side is winning
Foretold events enacted
The edge of truth abstracted
The game now clearly seen
A slave who thinks their free

Preventing subversion
A covert insertion
The fields all turned barren
A screeching air siren
The patterns are merging
The frontlines all surging
Delay deploy
Search and destroy
False flags now planted
Asylum is granted
The towns all on fire
The profits fly higher
Supply and demand
New chain of command
A picture so clear
No lilies grow here

And then you feel your keeper
Starting to push you deeper
Thoughts and beliefs all spinning
The honest side is winning
Foretold events enacted
The edge of truth abstracted
The game now clearly seen
A slave who thinks their free

EARLY BRIGHT

THE GRID

SK and Codex Scrolls https://soundcloud.com/codexscrolls    -  enjoying in this wonderful trip  :)

Codex Scrolls and SK Wonderful Trip

Chordprogression made with Roland E600 arranger keyboard.

We Can Laugh About It Now

Larry Collen

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