バカの歌DemoーA Fool On The Last Trainー

通常の日 (A Normal Day)

Seeing and hearing life continue to function while her whole world was frozen around her.

Ambproj: Icy Morning

Toraiz AS-1, Microfreak, V Bass, Keystep. NTS-1, V Sample, Looper, Djembe, Bongos. Artwork by Joshua Mays

Opal

Scutoper

Full Video : https://youtu.be/VSLQaC54pL0

サイケデリックな音色の旋律をポリリズム的に構築して、フロア寄りのシンプルなビートに合わせたライブです
今月のライブはこれを軸にバリエーションしていくと思います
I composed this performance based on psychedelia tune on polyrhythm and dance beat .
I will perform this variation in this month

Music : https://orientallove.bandcamp.com/track/love-psychedelia-live-ufo-club-2022-06-02

Short Video

Love Psychedelia Live !! @東高円寺ufo club 2022-06-02

2022-07-22

At Sunset

Flying inside the Rings

Color 15 November 12.2022

Sarah Mega-Hertz & PressureWorks Collaboration.
Volmet (Weather info for Pilots) 5450 kHz  Heard in the UK/Northern Europe

Spotted Lantern Fly

Spotted Lantern Fly  SMH/PW

Nouvelle version d'un titre de 2015.

The Dogs of Death

When the Dogs of Death,
Hungry and feverish,
Pass through the walls of my room to devour my soul.
My soul still warm to have so hated the fetters from my past
I want these Dogs to sink their sharp and raging fangs
Into my too white calcified flesh
And eat away this stone turned soft by the cold acidity of my last thoughts
And when my vital fluids turn to tar sinking beneath my weary bed
I pray these great hounds with their empty, cruel eyes to devour this vile bitumen
That has fired my deepest regrets for being human,
Sensitive and suffering
From others and from myself.
And then, with the last bite I will remember that always
I would prefer cats.
When the Dogs Of Death
Will be well fed my soul tortuous
They will circle around my cold bed
Waiting for the coming
Of the rest of the Wild Hunting

Lying there
My corpse
Not rotten but already corrupted
Will slowly stiffen up
So fugitive remains of my mind
Will coil up like a centipede In a puddle of my brain
So in a hound howl
Will come the time of the Others
The failures, the hybrids
These almost dead not completely alive
Those who exist only marginally
Between two non worlds
They will ooze from walls,
Will sink under furniture,
Will arrive in herd
In waves, in troops
In heap of empty and starving
Members and eyes

They will surround my stiff, mineral and rocky corpse
And will drip on me,
Will try to breathe their void In what is not already anymore me.
Without memory, without words and without thoughts
They will remember that they too one day should have died
But that their master refused them the demise
They are now condemned to remain puddles of undead and non life
Without getting anything other than sand, silica dust and cold ashes
To complete their empty orbits

バカの歌DemoーA Fool On The Last Trainー

Noboru Mishima