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Can’t shake the feeling 

I made my way home 
To my television 
Tried to sell my soul
But didn’t have permission

No one knows 
Im the second coming 
I’ve failed on my own 
But I’ve had the calling

Live your life in reverse
And you feel your cursed

Can’t shake the feeling 
Can’t shake the feeling 

Your demons unearthed
Hiding in the masses 
I’m shouting up first 
Sat on the second class list

Life Live in reverse
And your feel your cursed 

Can’t shake the feeling
Can’t shake the feeling 


Live your life in reverse 
Feel like your cursed 

Can’t shake the feeling
Can’t shake the feeling

V3- 
Your moneys no good 
Can’t buy your way out 
But if you act like you should 
Please Whisper don’t shout 

Live your life in reverse 
Feel like your cursed 

Cos They seek to destroy 
Your world is their toy
You stand in line 
And you nod in time 
The worlds at your feet
But it feels like a defeat 

Bridge)
Can’t take this 
It’s mayhem 
Time to take your  
Medicine 

Some Angels 
Some demons 
Deal your fate in an instant 

Can’t shake the feeling  
can’t shake the feeling 
Can’t shake the feeling

Life Live in reverse
Cant find the meaning 
Feels like you’re cursed
Can’t shake the feeling x3

Cant shake the feeling

method: field recording and vst
narration: honouring a place that hosts humans
image: images taken in clara zetkin park, leipzig, germany, copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

pervasive peppermint aroma permeates
the cat's olfactory self as it passes
the ice-cream truck nestled next to
the bridge made of slowly flowing steel,

thermal tarmac and as red a coat of paint
as cinematic cone cells can fathom - elsewhere,
a heron's solitary silhouette complements selves
unabashedly spread across playground noise -

if humans had never touched down
on these waters, soils, the river would
have run another course - wind
might have shed its aeolean pride,
for arrival does not alleviate
the ringing shock of departure

clara zetkin park

Clara Zetkin Park

a catchy title and a little more rhythmic than my previous ones.... I hope you like it💓

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Eyes Wide Open

EP: Hedera Helix

Nettle ft. Hega

Alcune note esplicative:
-English version below-

Questa danza trae ispirazione da un manoscritto databile abbastanza precisamente in un periodo compreso tra il tardo Neolitico e il Luglio 1750. 
La pergamena sulla quale è stato vergato era incorporata nella rilegatura di un volume di epoca successiva che raccoglie diverse ricette di cucina a base di cinghiale. 
La provenienza del volume sembra essere legata a un monaco cuciniere dell'ormai estinto ordine dei Frati Trigliceridi di San Circonflesso, una congregazione di cui si conoscono poche evidenze storiche.

Da un’attenta analisi del metro musicale e dei pochi appunti coreutici — che purtroppo risultano in gran parte indecifrabili, eccetto per alcuni passaggi scritti con quella che sembra essere salsa di pomodoro — si evince che i danzatori di questa singolare danza dovessero possedere un numero dispari di arti, una caratteristica che, sebbene non del tutto chiara, sembra fosse una condizione fondamentale per la corretta esecuzione della coreografia.

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Some background notes:

This dance is inspired by a manuscript that can be dated quite precisely to a period somewhere between the late Neolithic and July 1750.
The parchment on which it was written was incorporated into the binding of a later volume, which collects various recipes for cooking wild boar.
The origin of the volume seems to be linked to a monk-cook from the now-extinct order of the Triglycerides Friars of Saint Circumflex, a congregation about which few historical records exist.

From a careful analysis of the musical meter and the few choreographic notes — which unfortunately remain mostly undecipherable, except for some sections written in what appears to be tomato sauce — it can be deduced that the dancers performing this peculiar dance were required to possess an odd number of limbs, a characteristic which, while not entirely clear, seems to have been a fundamental condition for the correct execution of the choreography.

Giga

I See Time

Guinevere 
(Maria Bourgeois: Lyrics, vocals. Guitar music composed by Bryan McDaniel)

I am a fair, good girl
I do whatever everyone wants
But what do I want for myself?
It’s hard to ask and harder to know.

Chorus 1:
I am a ghost, a phantom of myself. Not real
Like a magical elf
You want to capture, contain my soul
Somewhere in between
A holy thing and evil and base
My body you think unclean 
But you say I have an angelic face

Ch 2: Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh 
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Aaa Aaa Aaa Aaa
A white shadow, white wave
Aaa Aaa Aaa Aaa
A white shadow, white wave
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Lost
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Lost

V2: There’s no way I cannot fall
If I let you be in control of it all
I cannot see what is clear
The mists surround. I stumble in fear.

I will fall down in the mists
I prefer to be on an even plain 
My battle of Camlann
A war in myself
Strong waves within.

Chorus 1:
I am a ghost, a phantom of myself. Not real
Like a magical elf
You want to capture, contain my soul
Somewhere in between
A holy thing and evil and base
My body you think unclean 
But you say I have an angelic face

Ch 2: Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh 
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Aaa Aaa Aaa Aaa
A white shadow, white wave
Aaa Aaa Aaa Aaa
A white shadow, white wave
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Lost
Ohh, Ohh, Ohh, Ohh Lost

Oh, the mists surround her
Oh, the mists confound her 

Oh, the mists surround her
Oh, the mists will drown her.


Guinevere

Strange Memories

Text:
Verse 1
First cry, first breath, the world begins,
Tiny hands held in your mother’s skin.
Raised by voices, taught by time,
The roots you carry, the place you find.

Verse 2
Schoolyard dreams and questions loud,
What will I be, will I make them proud?
The years roll forward, the answers hide,
But life keeps pushing, a restless tide.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

(solo)

Verse 3
Your first son cries, and your heart explodes,
You show him proudly to the ones you know.
Parents fading, the torch is passed,
The mirror whispers: nothing lasts.

Verse 4
Leaders change, the flags will burn,
Wars are fought, and still we learn.
In your small world there’s peace to find,
A fragile gift in a fragile time.

Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The joy, the pain, the weight of it all.
Every soul will stand and crawl,
Until the end, we’re part of all.

Bridge
Are you happy, do you feel alive?
In a million stories, we survive.
Every birth, every goodbye,
A single thread in the endless sky.

(solo)

Final Chorus
This is all, the rise and fall,
The crown, the dust, the voice that calls.
We walk, we run, we fight, we stall,
But in the end — we’re part of all.

Outro
Before the answer ever comes,
The circle closes, the song is sung.
And you return, where you belong…
Part of all.

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