G-Memento Mori

Dedicated to the genius of Henri Poincaré and Évariste Galois. And also to the many more that feel totally lost in maths.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
où j'ésperais trouver la paix,
loin des passions et des misères...
Logiquement, je me trompais.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
qui accablent mon coeur divisé!
Je multiplie en vain les prières,
sans rien soustraire ou ajouter...

Dans un ruban de Moebius
c'est la même face des deux cotés.
Et, en furetant un peu plus,
on trouve même un Poincaré.

J'apprends la joie et la misère
d'un infini de nullités.
Je ne sais plus ce que j'intègre,
à la dérive pour dériver.

Et je me perds dans les fonctions
sur des espaces insensés,
qui tuent, à coups d'abstraction,
tous mes efforts pour raisonner.

Peut-être tout ce qui éxiste
est juste une probabilité.
Dans l'Univers combinatoire
je suis une possibilité.

Ô mathématiques sévères
ou j'éspérais trouver les lois
placées à l'aube des mystères
par le décret du Roi des Rois.

Dans le vertige des données,
je viens ici crouler par terre,
comptant les morts et les blessés,
les sanglants chiffres de la guerre.

Je sens la plume de Galois
écorchant les feuilles de papier
pour démontrer encore une fois
le desespoir des condamnés.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
où j'ésperais trouver la paix,
loin des passions et des misères...
Logiquement, je me trompais.

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O severe mathematics,
where I hoped to find peace,
far from passions and miseries...
Logically, I was wrong.

O severe mathematics,
which overwhelm my divided heart!
I multiply my prayers in vain,
without subtracting or adding anything...

In a Moebius strip
it's the same side on both sides.
And, looking around a little more,
we even find a Poincaré. (i.e. a square point)

I learn the joy and misery
of an infinity of nullities.
I no longer know what I am integrating,
drifting in derivation.

And I get lost in the functions
on insane spaces
that kill, with strikes of abstraction,
all my efforts to reason.

Maybe everything that exists
is just a probability.
In the combinatorial Universe
I'm just a possibility.

O severe mathematics
where I hoped to find the laws
placed at the dawn of mysteries
by the decree of the King of Kings.

In the dizziness of data,
I come here to collapse on the ground,
counting the dead and wounded,
the bloody numbers of the war.

I feel the pen of Galois
peeling the sheets of paper
to demonstrate once again
the despair of the condemned.

O severe mathematics,
where I hoped to find peace,
far from passions and miseries...
Logically, I was wrong.

Ô Mathématiques Sévères! (based on L'Envol from Gérald Olivieri)

all instruments by me, real guitar & sax, brass via breath controller !
... I always find titles for pieces like this very arbitrary. Each image creates a different context - here I was inspired by "Ices" for the title :-) ... and if you look at it carefully, you can walk into it :-D
photo: Library of Congress on unsplash

Frozen moments

'little ms. take' 

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: drums, lyrics, vocals, production
Scotty: guitars, bass, lyrics, vocals 

oooohh, Ms. Take
oooohh, she will break.

She’s been stealing spiders from her sister's secret store.
Then she pulls their legs off so they can’t walk anymore.
She knows it’s mean but seeing as it’s not against the law,
she now dreams of legless spiders rolling all around the floor. 

She’s been burning bridges at the bottom of our street.
Fast defrosting fridges spill their guts of rotting meat.
She don’t care cos everywhere she tries to put her feet 
there’s hoards of legless spiders keeping everything upbeat. 

Tarantula and wolf. 
Daddy long legs.
Black widow, brown recluse, 
and Sydney funnel-web.
Pork chops and t-bone steak,
and boneless chicken breast.
Ms. Take makes no mistakes. 
Stakes claims when pickin's best. 

Now she’s soothing spiders, stroking softly where they’re sore.
The spiders seem to like it though they can’t walk anymore.
Cos legs are fine but love's divine and this girl loves 'em more 
than them lonely leggy spiders in her sister's secret store.

now you got no legs 
kill it
your golden eggs
spill it
your face
beat it 
come on ..beg!!
I need it

once-you-know-her 
you-will-loathe-her
you-can’t-slow-her
can't-con-trol-her

little ms. take (with Falsestart and Harmful if Followed)

This is a collaboration with mozawa_*on.soundcloud.com/n3oEo
This collaboration, like the previous ones, involves Moza exchanging basic tracks such as drums, bass, and sequences in file format. I then contribute ideas and proceed to mix them.
Composition by mozawa_*
Composition and Sampling collage by Synline

'Kafka' mozawa_*=Synline

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Music - https://soundcloud.com/noxpox13/noxpox-dreamin-ov-moonrocks
Artist - https://soundcloud.com/noxpox13
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Artist - https://www.youtube.com/user/RayKoefoed
MOSNAR DET - Remixing, Drum Programming
Special thanks to my collaborators! check out their stuff!

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