Happy Hunting Ground

Kult Ablası

Kult Ablasi

Soul of the Mountain

I aimed to cover Barış Manço's Cacık song with an electronic trip hop flavour. The song does not include lyrics. 

Original Version: http://bit.ly/1SwlmAn

Here are the lyrics;

Sözüm meclisten dışarı dostlar 
Bugünlerde kendimi hıyar gibi hissediyorum 
Hani dilim dilim doğrasalar beni 
Marmara Ege Karadeniz ve hatta Akdeniz cacık olur diyorum 

Derdim öylesine büyük ki dostlar 
Kırka yarıp yine kırka bölseler 
Ve kırk bostana gübre diye serpseler 
Kırkbin tane ot biter de kırkbin derde deva olur diyorum 

Ne oldu bana böyle durup dururken 
Oğlan aldı başını gitti kız zaten lafımı dinlemezdi 
Düğmem kopuk paçam sökük oramda buramda çengelli iğneler 
Bir de çengelli iğne nazar bozar derler 

Hanımın çorabı kaçık başında bigudiler 
Karabaş bile, karabaş bile suratıma bakıp bakıp havlıyor 
Öğünmek gibi olmasın ama dostlar 
Kendimi hıyar gibi hissediyorum 

Hani ince kıyım doğrasalar beni Akdeniz cacık olur diyorum 
Ve hatta Atlas okyanusu ve hatta Hint okyanusu 
Ve hatta hatta Büyük okyanus bile cacık olur diyorum 
Böyle cacığa rakı mı dayanır 

Çivi çiviyi söker derler soğuktan donanı buzla ovarlar 
Ben zaten yanmışım dostlar peki beni fırına mı koysalar 
Zeytin suyuna kuru ekmek böyle gelmiş böyle gidecek 

Barış Manço - Cacık Cover

One of the songs that we have made with Sonus but could not come to an end. Güzel Bir Gün means A Beautiful Day in English. 

Musicians: Me and Nuri Özlü.

Güzel Bir Gün

Hayalet Kasaba

A meditation on self-healing through painful introspection. When our protagonist looked honestly in the mirror, the discomfort became unbearable—and that's where healing truly began. This album captures the anxiety and sleeplessness of a transformative night.

00:03

01:44

02:47

03:43

04:46

05:23

07:02

08:17

Nairobi Hotel Attack

Syrian Civil War

New Zealand's Darkest Days

A young man chooses courage in a world designed to spread fear, uncertainty, and doubt. Through stories from different countries, he confronts the narratives that paralyze us—with the knowledge that awareness is our greatest defense.

Sri Lanka Bombers

Drowned Migrants

Coronavirus Pandemic

A Moment of Humming captures the paradox of time—beautiful and deadly at once.
The hummingbird hovers, wings beating impossibly fast, burning energy just to stay still. The hourglass empties, grain by grain. The woman watches both, caught between motion and stillness, aware of what's slipping away.

This track is about the habits that drain us while pretending to sustain us. The scrolling, the endless checking, the small rituals that feel like rest but leave us exhausted. We hum along, distracted by the motion, not noticing how much we're consuming just to stay in place.
The hummingbird can't stop moving or it falls. But we can.

This is the sound of recognizing the drain—that moment when you finally see how much energy you've been spending on things that don't move you forward. It's the pause before the change, when awareness cuts through the noise.

Time is running. The question is: what are you spending it on?

A Moment of Humming

He wears the uniform they gave him—the right words, the right smile, the approved opinions packaged neat and clean. He nods when they nod, laughs when they laugh, fits himself into the shape they've carved out for him.
But here's the thing: none of it makes sense.

He follows rules that contradict themselves. He defends ideas he doesn't understand. He repeats phrases that dissolve into nothing when you actually listen to them. The emperor has no clothes, but he's busy complimenting the fabric.

Ask him why, and he'll give you the answer he's supposed to give—polished, rehearsed, hollow. Press harder, and the words start to unravel. Logic bends. Meaning disappears. What's left is just the desperate need to belong, to not stand out, to be safe inside the crowd.

He's built his entire life on foundations of nonsense, and somewhere deep down, he knows it. But knowing and admitting are different countries, and the border between them is guarded by fear.

So he keeps conforming to the absurd, defending the indefensible, playing his part in a play where no one remembers the plot. The tragedy isn't that he's wrong—it's that he's sacrificed the ability to even ask if he might be.
credits


Nonsense Conformist

Freedom isn't permanent. It requires vigilance. 

Hong Kong Protests

The fall of autumn is one of the collection of Jangle Trip series composed of film scores, documentary soundtracks, jingles, and audio compositions created for visual storytelling.

The Fall of Autumn

A Moment of Humming (Cinematic Version)

Çiçek Abbas

Istanbul Nightclub Shooting

Notre-Dame de Paris Fire

Kim Jong Un

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost….

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish. …..

Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty!

In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Final speech from The Great Dictator

The Great Dictator

Adaptation of a soundtrack of mine, recorded for a documentary. 



Scarified

Mens Rea

One of the new songs made  today (01/16/2011) that i want to note down with music. 
Sometimes i feel like screaming, 
oh no not of course.
But sometimes i really feel figthing with music is easier than talking to someone else. Nobody is hearing your inner voice and Nobody will understand the way you want to mention.
Normally, i do not write something special for my songs,
But this one is little different than the others. 
If I can manage things around better, i will go on trying.
Happy Hunting Grounds...

Pathway Leading to Better Dumps

Murat Esmer creates cinematic ambient music. Based between Turkey and the UK, he's a complete DIY operation, composing, mixing, and mastering visual soundscapes that blur the line between electronica and film score. Since 2008, he's channeled his bass guitar background into atmospheric storytelling, while championing independent artists through The Sound Vault, his platform for discovering music that matters.

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