This is the music I wanted to hear. Like a strange signal coming from somewhere in this world. This is the sound you need to hear.

Sounds like planet Earth is being called 😎🙏🙏

bring me back

Longing

Creator's Remorse

São Thomé das Letras is a tribute to the mystical town of São Thomé das Letras, in Minas Gerais, Brazil. A place filled with cosmic energies, mysteries, and unlikely encounters — where love, friendship, and freedom call home. Long live São Thomé das Letras.

São Thomé das Letras

Last night I left from work beneath the starlit skies,
Saw the moon up there aglow,
São Thomé began to show,
Red or white wine flows,
Down the hill it goes,
I’ll be on the road,
Forget me, São Paulo,
I can’t take it anymore — thank God it’s Friday, love, I swore.

Wanna see the werewolf and Brigitte Bardot,
'Neath this crazy, lovely moon,
Wanna find you soon,
Give you all you crave,
'Til there’s none to save,
This hunger to behave —
Like lovers do, oh please…
I can’t take this burning need that cuts like knives, my love, release.

Tigers and deer, all walking side by side,
Everyone the same inside —
Rich or poor in stride,
Tall or thin with pride,
Black, albino, wide-eyed,
Even strange is dignified —
‘Cause I can’t take this anymore,
These small-souled people I abhor, my love, I swore…

By day my eyes embrace the goddess, Nature bright,
But when night descends in fire,
That's when hearts conspire,
I will climb that stone,
Burn my herb alone,
With my mind full-blown,
Watch the sunrise in complete awareness;
‘Cause I can’t take this world of violence, my love, such madness…

We are children, craving just to live,
Animals with lost instinct,
If I don’t die, I blink —
Kill or waste in sync,
Like cats and dogs on the brink —
I’m out, I want to breathe again and give.
For in this crazy life, what stays behind…
Is only what you’ve learned while still alive.

++++++++++PORTUGUES

São Thome das Letras é uma homenagem a cidade mística de São Thome das Letras, em Minas Gerais, Brasil. Uma cidade cheia de energias cósmicas, mistérios e encontros pouco prováveis, onde o amor, a amizade e a liberdade fazem morada. Viva São Thomé das Letras.

São Thomé das Letras
Ontem eu sai do trampo, sob a luz das estrelas;
Vi a lua lá brilhando;
São Thomé esperando;
Vinho tinto ou branco
Vai cair, barranco;
Vou sair andando;
São Paulo me esqueça;
Porque já não aguento mais, ainda bem que hoje sexta feira, meu amor.
Quero ver o lobisomem e a Brigitte Bardot;
Nessa lua louca e linda;
Encontrar você;
E te satisfazer;
Até não mais poder;
Essa necessidade de fazer, amor...Por favor...
Porque já não aguento mais, esse desejo que corrói a veia, meu amor...
Tigres e veados, todos caminhando em paz;
Todo mundo é parecido;
Seja pobre ou rico;
Alto, baixo ou fino;
Negro ou albino;
Ou até esquisito, tudo vale a pena;
Porque já não aguento mais, essa gente de alma tão pequena, meu amor...
De dia meus olhos contemplam a deusa Natureza;
De noite é que o bicho pega;
Vou subir na pedra;
Vou queimar minha erva;
Com a mente aberta;
Ver o sol nascer com toda consciência;
Porque já não aguento mais, pra que no mundo tanta violência, meu amor...
Somos crianças carentes de viver;
Somos animais sem faro;
Se eu não morro, mato;
Vivo no marasmo;
Feito cão e gato;
To caindo fora, quero mais viver;
Porque dessa vida louca, o que se leva realmente é o que se pode aprender...

São Thomé das Letras

Liner Notes by the editors:

Little is known about the band that has created this song. Most of this little information can be gleaned from the website of FMT, whom a previous SHELLF LIFE release can be attributed to. We caution that  we do not know if any or all of this information is outdated: https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/shellf-life-interview.html Unfortunately, the Furico Team was not available for commentary, since they are launching quite a different kind of historic project on kitchen label.  

Some questionable facts regarding STRANGELOVE’S BRAIN’s release are related in quite a verbose and unreliable way tinged with judgemental interpretation and interspersed with pseudointellectual preconceptions here:   https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/shellf-life-paraphernalia-and-parerga-2025 (German original, as far as we can discern). According to that ‚account‘, the recording of STRANGELOVE’S BRAIN was found on a self-burnt disc (ha, that ancient Nero joke!) in a forgotten chest. The poem used in this recording is the only item that can be traced to an author (jo richter) who was kind enough to allow us to reprint here. Obviously, the references to the war-inflicted tragedies of Hiroshima and Nagasaki make it of  special importance at this moment in history, not only because of current tensions, but also because those two catastrophies happened about 80 years ago in August 1945. We therefore decided to release the two versions known thus far as a vinyl single to the general public, accompanied by an image attributed to the same author as the poem.


Strangelove's Brain

another pensive pariah
spotted on the outskirts
of Hyperbolea, Parolia
avant, avant, sempre vorwärts

keeping the obvious captive
locked in a by a reverse smirk
another dementia denier
Hiroshima, where shadows lurk

and the moon keeps rising, rising
every other day, socializing
with singed hands on bare rocks

iron out unseemly locks
to keep face, straight, straight
little boys take progress' bait

B: Strangelove's Brain (brain, blood and bone mix)

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