Country boy leaves his small-town life & small-town sweetheart for the big-city life & a big-city girl, and everything seems to be working out grand. But it turns out that there’s just one little problem….

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Just One Little Thing....

Inside The Open

https://soundcloud.com/humanfobia
The original track belongs to   latest album: "Vampire Mortuorie" the title of the song is: Separacion De La Realidad
/// Lyrics:
Cuerpos Fragmentados, Cuerpos en la oscuridad
Sentimientos descontrolados
Separación de La Realidad
Conexión con otras dimensiones
con sacrificios de adoración

Con los entes oscuros me sumerjo en la pasión
Cuerpos Fragmentados
Consciencias y energías del bajo astral
Las entidades dimensionales son mi elección

Cuerpos Fragmentados, Cuerpos en la oscuridad
Sentimientos descontrolados
Separación de La Realidad

noxpox - separacion de la realidad (vocals by Mist Spectra of Humanfobia)

Tenor sax and piano - 23-6-2025

Basic track by Paploviante: E-Bass, Music, Composing, Arrangement, Mix and Mastering 
https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/turn-of-time-open-collab-offer
joerxworx: alto saxophone, final mix & mastering

Turn of Time by Paploviante // sax remix

Don Quichotte à Dulcinée is a song cycle by Maurice Ravel based on the story of Don Quixote. It was composed between the years of 1932 and 1933. The text was written by the librettist Paul Morand.

Piano by Helen Roberts

Lyrics

Chanson Romanesque

Si vous me disiez que la terre
À tant tourner vous offensa,
Je lui dépêcherais Pança:
Vous la verriez fixe et se taire.

Si vous me disiez que l'ennui
Vous vient du ciel trop fleuri d'astres,
Déchirant les divins cadastres,
Je faucherais d'un coup la nuit.

Si vous me disiez que l'espace
Ainsi vidé ne vous plaît point,
Chevalier dieu, la lance au poing.
J'étoilerais le vent qui passe.

Mais si vous disiez que mon sang
Est plus à moi qu'à vous, ma Dame,
Je blêmirais dessous le blâme
Et je mourrais, vous bénissant.

Ô Dulcinée.

English

Romantic song

Were you to tell that the earth
Offended you with so much turning,
I'd dispatch Panza to deal with it:
You'd see it still and silenced.

Were you to tell me that you are wearied
By a sky too studded with stars -
Tearing the divine order asunder,
I'd scythe the night with a single blow.

Were you to tell me that space itself,
Thus denuded was not to your taste -
As a god-like knight, with lance in hand,
I'd sow the fleeting wind with stars.

But were you to tell me that my blood
Is more mine, my Lady, than your own,
I'd pale at the admonishment
And, blessing you, would die.

O Dulcinea.


Artwork by Zurab Martiashvili

Chanson Romanesque (Don Quichotte à Dulcinée - Maurice Ravel - with Helen Roberts)

Black Stones (Rehearsal)

3 Intermezzo

PRETEND YOU'RE GOD

closely tied | untitled project 001 sessions | ambient atmospheric psyche drone jungle horror WIP | skating 7 30 bpm take 1 82525

01 - NI - Noire Pure
02 - Spitfire Audio - Ambient Guitars - 3 presets + Blackhole

Moby Dick

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I do not have the correct change for the machine.
Thats not a queue, Its a procession,
https://fagashrecords.bandcamp.com/

Inside The Open

TheNumbersInTheDream