Back in 1814, when chemist, Humphrey Davey acquired an 18" lens and used it to focus the suns rays onto a small, uncut diamond, setting fire to it and leaving behind a somewhat unattractive, black crust in the process, he was not only demonstrating that diamonds are a form of carbon but also inadvertently laying down the inspirational foundation for this slightly odd piece of electronica that was to be produced some two centuries later by yours truly. One can never know of course but I'd like to think that HD would've approved of the experimental nature of this composition.

The artwork is by very talented collage artist, Harl Vind and is entitled "2.26".

A Form Of Carbon

Music, lyrics, vocal & mix: Grave
Instruments : PJ Project

Baby When I Do It With You W/ Grave

Available for licensing on Pond5, as shorter edit versions (short 2:31 min, 60 sec, 30 sec, 15 sec bumper, stinger): https://www.pond5.com/artist/thomasbecker

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"Je bois systématiquement
Pour oublier les amis de ma femme
Je bois systématiquement
Pour oublier tous mes emmerdements

Je bois n'importe quel jaja
Pourvu qu'il fasse ses douze degrés cinq
Je bois la pire des vinasses
C'est dégueulasse mais ça fait passer l'temps

La vie est-elle tellement marrante
La vie est-elle tellement vivante
Je pose ces deux questions
La vie vaut-elle d'être vécue
L'amour vaut-il qu'on soit cocu
Je pose ces deux questions
Auxquelles personne ne répond

Et je bois systématiquement
Pour oublier le prochain jour du terme
Je bois systématiquement
Pour oublier que je n'ai plus vingt ans

Je bois sans y prendre plaisir
Pour être saoul
Pour ne plus voir ma gueule
Je bois dès que j'ai des loisirs
Pour pas me dire qu'il faudrait en finir."

Boris Vian,

JE BOIS  (BORIS VIAN)

Room 152

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco

Piano For Cartoons

Free Love

Amor Libre

Good Vigorous Exit

Honor The Lost

Fuel the Wreckage

“Friday Fine” detonates with a blast of industrial fury, turning distorted guitars, pounding electronic drums, and metallic noise into a rallying cry against the corporate machinery grinding its people down. The vocals cut through the chaos with sharp, melodic bite, pushing every line like a warning siren in a world drowning in surveillance, manipulation, and manufactured obedience. It’s high-pressure, high-volume, and unapologetically confrontational—an adrenaline spike shaped into sound.

The lyrics plunge straight into dystopian revolt, painting a city where augmented reality spits ads at every corner and megacorps own the sky, the rain, and every breath in between. As the verses tighten and the choruses explode, the track becomes a cathartic shout for anyone who’s ever felt trapped in a system built to exhaust them. It’s perfect for listeners who crave heavy music with a blade-edge message—raw, electrified, and ready to ignite rebellion.

Good Vigorous Exit

Mike Stoliker