This track follows the inspiration of the Disquiet Junto Project 0498 and combines the insects https://soundcloud.com/morgulbee/warp-bugz-disquiet0494 and https://soundcloud.com/uforika/williaso-disquiet0494 into a special new  breed deriving the best qualities of both and developing new abilities through the combination.

More on this 498th weekly Disquiet Junto project — Sonic Entomologist (The Assignment: Create a new hybrid insect from the sound of two different insects) — at: https://disquiet.com/0498/ 1

Thanks to Tobias Reber and Musikfestival Bern for collaboration on this project. More on the festival at:

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Recombinaison Insectophile (disquiet0498)

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GuitarEight - 22

Tripidy Gypitty Hop! This one is a good luck tune.
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The lyricss a simple Blessing

Pagan Blessing

So this Alternative Trip-Gypsy-Punk (#OpalPunk) joint is about a really, really "bad trip" I was stormed with at age 17. 
To call it a bad trip, more than trivializes a moment in my life which altered me forever. 
This was my first induction to Gonzo-level ego death and existential release--trapped in a jagged pocket dimension, stuck for time than I can conceive, much less explain. The CD of Time got rattled by unexpected outside force. 
Etching forth, whipping back, forever on and ever more.

Anyway, this song was written back then, lyrically. The Music Composition was a more recent loss of sanity. But don't worry about me:
The last one, as have been all but few since 2007, was highly elective--arguably recreational.

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Become

I made this a while ago. It's ancient. I always wanted to re-do it but the appeal for me is how it sounds like itself. Does that make any sense?  Anyway, let me know what you think.

Sideways

Diplomacy 
Could Easily
Stop World War 3
Complacency
And Idiocy
Could Wipe us out
Why can't you see? 

I don't want your nuclear bomb
I don't want to be on the run
Blown to kingdom come
Be a number in your sums


266. world war 3 (harding).mp3

More on this 572nd weekly Disquiet Junto project — Rhythm Kit (The Assignment: Make a beat that someone else will add to) — at: https://disquiet.com/0572/

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KL faith

halF kiT [disquiet0572] - 70 BPM

THE BLOOD-DRENCHED ASCENT
A Song of the New Flesh  (Verse 1)
From gutter's edge I rose with blade of song,
spilling black verse on thy perfumed throng.
Ye lords of silk, ye keepers of the lie,
I slit thy purse and watched thy treasures die.(Chorus)
And so I dragged the yoked wroth down,
through filth and flame to the infernal town.
Highborn swine and lowborn throng,
all stained with cash and blood belong
to hell's deep gut where the New Flesh reigns—
the wheel turns, the fire claims,
no mask remains.(Verse 2)
Ye crooned of grace while hoarding every coin,
I carved thy throne and made thy kingdoms join
the sewer's flow—thy gold, thy paper prayer,
spun down the drain in ribbons of despair.(Chorus)
And so I dragged the yoked wroth down,
through filth and flame to the infernal town.
Highborn swine and lowborn throng,
all stained with cash and blood belong
to hell's deep gut where the New Flesh reigns—
the wheel turns, the fire claims,
no mask remains.(Verse 3)
Thy thieves lay cold, their ledgers turned to dust,
the world beheld the shift of power's thrust.
I yanked thy rug of woven, gilded lies—
ye cracked thy crowns beneath the chandelier skies.(Chorus)
And so I dragged the yoked wroth down,
through filth and flame to the infernal town.
Highborn swine and lowborn throng,
all stained with cash and blood belong
to hell's deep gut where the New Flesh reigns—
the wheel turns, the fire claims,
no mask remains.(Verse 4)
Ye begged for mercy when the chain appeared,
thrice spurned the spark, the wheel ye feared.
Respect ye craved, worship's slimy crown—
I laughed and hauled ye burning through the town.(Chorus – final, extended)
And so I dragged the yoked wroth down,
through filth and flame to the infernal town.
Highborn swine and lowborn throng,
all stained with cash and blood belong
to hell's deep gut where the New Flesh reigns—
the wheel turns slow, the fire claims,
no mask, no throne, no whispered names
remain.LONG LIVE THE NEW FLESH.
The ascent is paid in their descent.
The song is sung.
The wheel turns on.



THE BLOOD-DRENCHED ASCENT (1)

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