I would like to apologize in advance :)
all songs, instruments(soft synths, moog theremini, korg volca sample and guitars fretted and fretless) & production by me.

3. Strange Attractor

Value of Time

Boson Spin - Early Thursday morning 230720

Recorded with MULTITRAK synthesizer via internal sequencer, MFB512 drums synced, SPX90 reverb in 1986

Luftschlösser    LP001

Leisure

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC4E91iv6ciiQBtsyQaprtug

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/2z2ugiTNppfcvhmUq8ocsY?si=ooZFkaWIQI29JN7KRHe84Q

Help You Out

Shallow Saline

Marco Lucchi : piano, organ and tone generator

8 ottobre 2020

*****

Meu pensamento é um rio subterrâneo.
Para que terras vai e donde vem?
Não sei... Na noite em que o meu ser o tem
Emerge dele um ruído subitâneo

De origens no Mistério extraviadas
De eu compreendê-las..., misteriosas fontes
Habitando a distância de ermos montes
Onde os momentos são a Deus chegados...

De vez em quando luze em minha mágoa
Como um farol num mar desconhecido
Um movimento de correr, perdido
Em mim, um pálido soluço de água...
 
E eu relembro de tempos mais antigos
Que a minha consciência da ilusão
Águas divinas percorrendo o chão
De verdores uníssonos e amigos,

E a ideia de uma Pátria anterior
À forma consciente do meu ser
Dói‑me no que desejo, e vem bater
Como uma onda de encontro à minha dor.
 
Escuto‑o... Ao longe, no meu vago tacto
Da minha alma, perdido som incerto,
Como um eterno rio indescoberto,
Mais que a ideia de rio certo e abstracto...
 
E p'ra onde é que ele vai, que se extravia
Do meu ouvi‑lo ? A que cavernas desce?
Em que frios de Assombro é que arrefece?
De que névoas soturnas se anuvia?
 
Não sei... Eu perco‑o... E outra vez regressa
A luz e a cor do mundo claro e actual,
E na interior distância do meu Real
Como se a alma acabasse, o rio cessa...

Fernando Pessoa

piano patterns no 8

We're not from round here
Where are we from
Beyond the fire
Beyond the Sun.

We're not from round ere'
We don't fit in
We are the missing links
in Evolution
Bald weak and thin yeah?
Needs armoured skins
Or else we'd freeze out here
Or fry under the Sun
We builded guilded picket cage
Divides it up in lines
We're crumbs of plastic buried deep into the sands of time
We mined a shiny plughole
In the butthole of this can
We spaffed up in the ozone
Shadow puppets
Bloody hands.

We're not from round here
Where are we from
Beyond the Fire
Beyond the Sun

Shitting on the doorstep
Fucking up the farm
What's it all about and what have we become?

It's fine
It's all about the fines
These glue blood lines
Tapping gold seams deep
In dark satanic mines
It's a farm and you aren't even the Cattle
You're more like the petrol for the gears that grind the offal into Fucking Falafel
Crappy Crab Apple
Krabby Patty for 
Colossi
Hungry Horror Waffle Monster Money Gobble Goblins dripping gore down  dank walls guarding dark secret corridors
We eats the poor
Feed me Seymour
More and more and more
ho ho ho  etc etc..

It's groping at your mind
You feel it deep inside
There's a mill that never ceases
Weaving wool to cover eyes
They gots all the sheeps they needs
And they defo' gots the time
You can feel the gears grinding
You can hear the Cattle cry
"It's fine"

It's all about the fines
Get in line and pay me mine
Oh, Donald..
Where are your Trousers?

Fines From Beyond The Sun

This track was edited from Lockdown Collaboration 1, recorded live at home on the 18th April 2020, exclusively using the wonderful music of @idin-samimi-mofakham and his partner @martyna-kosecka as source material. 

This was quite early on in Lockdown, when angst and worry seemed at its peak, so perhaps unsurprisingly, the piece has come out quite dark and ominous (though not as dark and scary as Hell Hath No Fury, which immediately precedes it!).

Existential Angst

Dry sound of footsteps
Continue regularly
Close to this lamp.

https://www.naviarrecords.com/2020/11/18/naviarhaiku359-dry-sound-of-footsteps/

Photo by Niilo Isotalo: https://unsplash.com/photos/-BZc9Ee1qo0

Value of Time

open strings