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Coolism

Within The Sun

Signal Sailing (2021)

A Dangerous Pastime

Новая песня из проекта ТУРЬЯ: jasny-svetly.ru/load/50

Страница трека на сайте группы (mp3): jasny-svetly.ru/load/9-1-0-115

Космический видеоклип: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjCchtLir-8&list=PLSgKp70SBQr0HS2tPYCcbOaO7HbtRRgjv&index=4

НЕСКОНЧАЕМО

меж далеких миров
не кончается ночь
день в котором живешь
ускользает как дождь
сквозь ладони твои
сквозь земные пески
нескончаема
нескончаема
нескончаема
ночь, любовь и весна
свет, тюрьма и война
ночь, весна и любовь
свет, война и тюрьма

оставаться собой
растворяясь во мгле
может быть эта ночь
то-то скажет тебе
свет далеких миров
может быть донесет
нескончаемый
нескончаемый
нескончаемый
свет, любовь и война
ночь, весна и тюрьма
свет, война и любовь
ночь, тюрьма и весна

меж далеких миров
продолжается ночь


P.S. https://soundcloud.com/crazycompass/parallelism

ТУРЬЯ (2015): Нескончаемо

Produced by The Inconsistent Jukebox
Ang Kerfoot https://soundcloud.com/angelakerfoot - voice
Garry Marshall - sequencers
Barry Snaith soundcloud.com/barry_snaith - co-pilot voice / extra atmosphere / noise / lyrics
Art by Eric Lacombe
'Sample of hawquindar from the NASA archives'. Courtesty of Electric and Magnetic Field Instrument Suite and Integrated Science (EMFISIS) team at the University of Iowa

Failed mission to the heart of the sun and beyond. Here's the transcript, taken from the Black Box Recorder:

ON SUN (words B. Snaith)
‘Solar Space Kommander Kerfoot logged in… 
 All co-ordinates locked in. T minus 5 minutes. Boosters booted. Space-suited. I got my black box on.
I got my black box on.
And the sun sure shone… “
Ra! Ra! Ra-Atum-Khepri…
I got my black box on.
Journey to the centre. For the core. The hardcore. The corpse corps. The solar dimension.
Past the point of no return.
Let the sun warm you, not burn you. One bad turn can turn you to ash, to a crisp. A will-o’-the-wisp.
And whispers in the wink.
D-Deficient on a one-way mission. Be efficient, even into oblivion.
Flames licked scorch-tipped wings.
Into the corona - One careful owner… Horus (of course, of course).
The solar fission tore us apart. Straight into the heart of the fireball.
27 million degrees farenheit. A one way flight. 
D-Deficient. On a one-way mission
Be efficient, even into oblivion.
Ra! Ra! Ra-Atum-Khepri
One bad turn can turn you.
God of  the sun, the earth, Hades. Heaven or Las Vegas.
Past the point of no return.
Scorch tipped wings. Flames licked feathers.
Over and over and over.
The solar dimension.
That's the helium.
“Ra-Atum-Khepri sails across the sky in his solar ship.Floating his boat into the chromosphere. A trillion tiny lights, so bright that they can only pop like bulbs in a torch and drop like embers.
All forms of life here, Ra called each of them into existence. One by one
By speaking their secret names. 
Ra-Atum-Khepri.

Aaah, peace.. Peaceful. Tranquility. Tranquilised.
Are we in heaven? Or Las Vegas?

Hey, I think we….”   
(Mission aborted.Whereabouts unknown).

On:Sun

The More I Think

A descent into the unknown is always a slow one.

Intermezzo

We're not from round here
Where are we from
Beyond the fire
Beyond the Sun.

We're not from round ere'
We don't fit in
We are the missing links
in Evolution
Bald weak and thin yeah?
Needs armoured skins
Or else we'd freeze out here
Or fry under the Sun
We builded guilded picket cage
Divides it up in lines
We're crumbs of plastic buried deep into the sands of time
We mined a shiny plughole
In the butthole of this can
We spaffed up in the ozone
Shadow puppets
Bloody hands.

We're not from round here
Where are we from
Beyond the Fire
Beyond the Sun

Shitting on the doorstep
Fucking up the farm
What's it all about and what have we become?

It's fine
It's all about the fines
These glue blood lines
Tapping gold seams deep
In dark satanic mines
It's a farm and you aren't even the Cattle
You're more like the petrol for the gears that grind the offal into Fucking Falafel
Crappy Crab Apple
Krabby Patty for 
Colossi
Hungry Horror Waffle Monster Money Gobble Goblins dripping gore down  dank walls guarding dark secret corridors
We eats the poor
Feed me Seymour
More and more and more
ho ho ho  etc etc..

It's groping at your mind
You feel it deep inside
There's a mill that never ceases
Weaving wool to cover eyes
They gots all the sheeps they needs
And they defo' gots the time
You can feel the gears grinding
You can hear the Cattle cry
"It's fine"

It's all about the fines
Get in line and pay me mine
Oh, Donald..
Where are your Trousers?

Fines From Beyond The Sun

another new track 2013 out now

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f.y.s.

From the EP "The Time is Stretching"
https://zuunzug.bandcamp.com/album/the-time-is-stretching

Music for a horse in the Mongolian steppes...
Musique pour un cheval dans les steppes mongoles...

Horizons

American composer of classical, non-pop, electronic, and electroacoustic music. NiwoSound is a label representing not only Layton's music, but albums of unusual creative work by other artists both in the U.S.A. and beyond.

Signal Sailing (2021)

Steve Layton