Name: Where the Walls Remember by ONKVLO
Duration: 3 min 33 s
Description: Some rooms remember better than the living.

Got No Go

Another day servicing drones in the Sea of Rain.

©2025 Tom Emmons All Rights Reserved.

Got No Go

made in collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/ransomandthemood

the lyrics: ransom and I started out with random fragments of phonemes that solidfied into several iterations of lyrics. the version of the  lyrics sounded out here is composed by RANSOM AND THE MOOD and somewhat inspired by me.
the sounds: the basic song was created by RANSOM and I picked up on his cues and did my best to develop them further.
the image: photograph by jo richter, athens, museum of antiquities, 2012 (by the way, I still think the wrong head was merged with this torso for the antikithera exhibition ;-)


gold in her hair
flames in her hush
time folds the air
no need to rush

leaves in a dance
spinning through vows
braiding the trance
under green boughs

ode in her stride
Athena in shade
stars in her tide
the meanings cascade

clouds drift above
syntax in bloom
she hums of love
vapors consume

fossil minds stray
stone burned by chance
lost in the grey
too dazed to dance

she walks through frames
cracks in the scheme
whispers her name
half smile, half dream

no gods declare
they're humming her tone
and in the air
you're not alone

storm through the still
thoughts can be mold
she bends the will
with truth, silver, gold

athena

athena - with ransom and the mood

method: reading right into reality, then adding some stereofied snippets of synth
image: my image, taken in athens, 2012
all sounds, compositions, poems and  images: copyright jo richter

salvaged from scissors, from
fire, from silicone stone
this is the image
I traded your diary for
pages singed, perfumed

scarred by plasma, by magma, by
continents adrift
this is the landscape
I can never elope from
the animal reason I do exist

spiralling slowly through
primal miasma
this is the needle
ra gave his eye for
this is condensed astral mist

sediment sadness in
sattvic solution
this is the mind's top
that circles within
and never, never lets go

craquelure

Roly-Poly Parade

Test Collapse

Written and produced back in June of 2021 for the TRIP FM Compilation, TIME LAPSE. 
Mastered by Michael Southard, Triplicate Records, Chicago, IL @supplyfi
https://tripfm.bandcamp.com/album/time-lapse

Ink Pool

I was on a Virginia recently (DC and Virginia Beach were great) and instead of writing an online review, I was compelled to write a musical review of a less than stellar experience I had at a hotel. Recorded on my iPhone using GarageBand with the vocal song using the basic iPhone earbuds.
I stepped into the hotel. I noticed an unpleasant smell. It was a combination of old cigarettes and mildew. 
I went into my room. I could feel a sense of doom. As I took off my shoes and socks and my bare feet touched the grimy floor. 
Things are not the best at the Best Western, they’re going downhill fast, and I’m trying to pretend the glass is half full. I’m trying really hard to have a nice stay at this hotel. I’m trying not to lose my cool.
There was a peloton in the gym, so I sat on it and tried to login, but the bike wouldn’t work because the Wi-Fi wasn’t connected .
I went back to my room for a shower, and it was like I had a special superpower because when I reached for the handle to turn on the water, it came off in my hand .
Sometimes you can have a little bit of bad luck when you book a cheap room and try to save a buck. You can get angry and sit around and stew or you can break out into a song and write a musical review.

A Musical Hotel Review (GarageBand)

My Love

I can't seem to put down the guitar now that I've picked it back up! Played around with layering some kind of simple repetitive loops to create a hypnotic atmosphere on this one.

Image by Paul Bica (CC BY 2.0)

Sky Above Clouds

Watch the video: www.youtube.com/watch?v=1u1cvlAHOuI

Lyrics

Lasered to sense,
Even Sir Rich gets moved
When perusing the world of poetic blues
Where articulated real meets perfection
'Found questionable thought to his atomic interjection

Softly, softly says Professor Neil
Let's take their hands when want meets zeal
Dawkins holds that military mind
New domination for human kind

Only truth,
Call out the lies.
There's enough for our youth in sciences prize
It's poetry this reality
Generalized, it's just wonderfully free

This Plato brain does wander away
I try and imagine all sides of all way
Then we connect with everyone
Changing minds doesn't matter
The door is open

Notes
Richard Dawkins is one of the greatest thinkers of our time and possibly the very best at articulating our reality as he honestly sees it. He fights ignorance with such pure truth I'd be scared to debate him on the spirit world .. But I would love to and I think there's a very real conversation to be had asking him how he fills the gaps in science about consciousness and his dismissal of spiritually and an afterlife given those limited explanations of our conscious world... Dawkins is an evolutionary biologist and a wonderful author.

This song was inspired largely by Dawkins and his want, now to project what he sees as the purest of poetry... The truth about our existence. He is well worth a permanent rabbit hole along with his team mate Professor Neil Di Grasse Tyson an Astrophysicist.

So I guess this song is giving them a hand.

Reality in Poetry

Some rooms remember better than the living.

Where the Walls Remember

ONKVLO

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