It was initially called screaming birds as a result of all the dead and dying birds in the area from avian flu. It’s a nice summer, rhythmic vibe with screaming angst in the background and then I found the artwork of a track I decided not to use and so it is now called Colliding Particles.

Colliding Particles

Get Something Going

Troubled Times

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Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Desert death
No glass no mirror
Reflect the heat, but not the Sun
Barely alive and barely breathing
What was the prize when the West was won?

Think you're happy
and I think you're great
No trees no shade
but I can wait
Cause love's a shadow 
and I know
what it is I need to create

No place to hide 
but underneath the water
I must be tired but
I still want her

He doesn't dress like other men
Not even a little
So I wonder, then
What's in the middle?

I guess you're happy 
and I think that's great
No answers yet but
I can wait
Cause love's a shadow
and I know
what it is I need to create

Great people
and great advice
But my mind
is a sieve not a vice
And my neck
is ready to split and choke
Avec all the meanings I evoke
(all the dreams and thoughts)

That makes you happy 
I think that's great
Pure, innocence
I cannot wait
Cause love's a shadow 
and a color
I know
A shade
That I need to create
            March 19, 2024

Shade Of Love

The Wings Of Time

The monkeys always chose the path of pain, chaos and destruction...don't  give them guns.

Don't  give Monkeys guns

method: a few snippets of unused sounds and creating new ones with vst and morphing
narration:  the words you cuddle up to
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

the eagle and the ego
the window and the shadow
the sphinx, another trickster
he ran to kiss and missed her

tentacle vines, all patience
antagonist indulgence
 gear poems and road comments
his absence and her presence

associate with green prompts
at psychedelic customs
mimesis mind, maternal
time sprouts from sunlit kernels
the words you cuddle up to
the eagle and the ego

the eagle and the ego

The image used is a guitar player figure made by a Vietnamese craft person out of old tools. My Dad brought this back from there after returning from a job  in Vietnam years ago.

The song peruses a future where we may use frequency and resonance more for physically healing the body and mind.


Lyrics

Let's try to figure this out
Lets not waste what we say
Gone up this time
We skirt controlling brain waves
Got your tribe
Don't call me no king
Let's just see our DNA dancing

Let's figure this out
They say it's old and it's free
Screw in the want to embrace what we please
Siren go release that pain
Out of tune? Well oh well we are free

Could it be that simple
From a tablet to a signal
I'm feeling a bit of a rush
Sure shake shivering
Let that back blush

Let's try figure this out
Siren release that pain
Gone up this time
But fuck our body brain waves I guess I'm sorry
Feel the peaks and troughs
Deep thought you got your DNA roughed

Tuned to batch control
From brain to soul
\These waves 'been walking with Nazi tones
Belligerence Extended through our times
Hooked on broken glass
Old frequencies to find

Roughed...

Daddy got you roughed
A surfing banquet
We’re white lightning tough
Daddy got you roughed

Frequency

Break neck speed to this track. Sound barriers in this life are meant to be broken.

Fast Life (New Version)

Ködös_Reggel

Ködös Reggel

Lifelong keyboard player and composer and synth programmer. Perhaps, I hear things just a little differently...

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Bobby Nelson