This does strange things to my head. The mix of mellow ambience and, yes, broken beats, is weirdly compelling. Math Ambient? Could be the new thing… :)

No. 3 : https://www.livetheworld.com/post/most-scary-places-in-belgium

.. a strange world lies within.

IG Caustic track (p)2022

The Empty Tower

A song about going on some wanderings and some ponderings.

Thinking

Thank you to everyone who stopped by and took the time to listen to this track.
Precious time with loved ones is the most joyful time in life.
Now, people's kindness and contact are decreasing, and loneliness and difficulties
Sometimes you have to go through it alone. I believe that love can grant courage and hope.
Please enjoy the time to nurture a wonderful love.

One's intimate Love

Busy

on YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVpodgp8Nes

At The Well (YouTube link in description)

Broken Bookend

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FbxAM1lnFQ

#lijel #glitchart #glitchmusic #deathliflifedeath #deathapartoflife #salvation #redemptionofearthlyexistence #experimentalnoise #noiseelectronica #lightbeing

DEA_th

In August, two atomic bombs were dropped on Japan.

The soul that disappeared at that time turns into frozen tears and still wanders in the atmosphere.

not a memory. Remember, as an old fact, we live in a continuum of time.

Frozen Tear Drops RIP

Carry the Torch for Marrie

I created this song a long time ago. My son Filipe made a mix that was placed in Spotify. Here goes my mix.

Já não há mais caravelas,
porque os heróis do passado
voltaram do fim do mundo,
enterraram o horizonte.
Já não há mais caravelas,
mas o sonho é que não para.
Vai vencendo as tempestades
na distância imaginária.
Sentados à secretária
para aqui vamos navegando,
cá nos vamos afogando,
mas a sede não nos larga.

Será que ainda há fim do mundo?
Será que ainda há horizonte?
Já não há mais caravelas,
mas a vida é que não para.
Vai vencendo as tempestades
da espiral inflacionária.
Nesta confusão diária
para aqui vamos navegando,
cá nos vamos afogando,
mas a sede não nos larga.

Nossos pais naufragaram
para verem o mundo até à última gota de mar.
E eu também quero ir...

Google translate gets a little lost, so here it goes:

There are no more caravels,
because the heroes of the past
returned from the end of the world,
buried the horizon.
There are no more caravels,
but our dreaming never stops.
It overcomes the storms
in the imaginary distance.
Sitting at the desk
here we keep sailing,
here we keep drowning,
but the thirst won't leave us.

Is there still an end to the known world?
Is there still an horizon?
There are no more caravels,
but life keeps going on.
It  keeps overcoming the storms
of the inflationary spiral.
In this daily mess
here we keep sailing,
here we keep drowning,
but this thirst won't leave us.

Our fathers shipwrecked
to see the world down to the last drop of sea.
And I also want to go...

Broken Bookend

Hypnonaut

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