Absolutely brilliant. So love the differential sounds🎶🎶🎶🎶

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An experimental project featuring generative drones, improvised instruments, vocal performances, and unique production techniques.

Upheaval

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Rock By Numbers

Migraine

This was gonna be something then just kinda didn't become anything. So, here it belongs. :)

Happiness, Finally

G-Liver Blow

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
         My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
         One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
         But being too happy in thine happiness,—
                That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees
                        In some melodious plot
         Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
                Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been
         Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,
Tasting of Flora and the country green,
         Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!
O for a beaker full of the warm South,
         Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,
                With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,
                        And purple-stained mouth;
         That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,
                And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget
         What thou among the leaves hast never known,
The weariness, the fever, and the fret
         Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,
         Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
                Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
                        And leaden-eyed despairs,
         Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,
                Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,
         Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
         Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:
Already with thee! tender is the night,
         And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
                Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
                        But here there is no light,
         Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
                Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
         Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet
         Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
         White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
                Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
                        And mid-May's eldest child,
         The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
                The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
         I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
         To take into the air my quiet breath;
                Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
         To cease upon the midnight with no pain,
                While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad
                        In such an ecstasy!
         Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain—
                   To thy high requiem become a sod.

(NB could not put the final two stanzas here due to limit on characters in description)  

painting - Keats listening to a Nightingale - by Joseph Severn

TASCAM DR-05

Ode to a Nightingale   -   by John Keats

Une histoire de fin.. 
Paroles et musique EmmaJack 

Clap de fin, des espoirs défunts
Clap de fin mais non ce n'est rien 
Ris un peu la vie n'est qu'un jeu, 
Je caresse tes cheveux
Rien qu'encore un peu 


Clap de fin

MASERPAN - Love Repair

I am so very happy that my dear friend Graham "The Testing Season" wanted to add his beautiful and emotional guitar playing to my music.

Listen to more of The Testing Season's wonderful work here: https://soundcloud.com/user-452625627

Thank you so very much my friend!

Guitars: The Testing Season
Piano & Strings: Petra Hall

Moonlight - The Testing Season & Petra Hall

words and music K Gennery
sunset photo taken from my back garden, a view across the Romney Marshes.

Bring me a fully functioning brain,
a spine that can move freely from pain.
But I'll keep this old heart, if it's all the same,
It's the best part of me.

Though it's been wounded many a time,
I shall never exhange for a draconian kind.
Always open given totally free,
it's the best part of me.

Oh forebode won't you tell me so,
for the peace that I seek inside my soul.
Comfort me now in this hour of need,
tether my raw and benevolent seed.

Still beating strong after all it's been through,
I could tell you my woes unbelievably true.
But I'll leave it for now, maybe later you'll see,
It's the best part of me.

Oh forebode won't you tell me so,
for the peace that I seek inside my soul.
Comfort me now in this hour of need,
tether my raw and benevolent seed.

oh forebode

oh forebode (best part of me)

In music there is no right or wrong...just the feelings you experience while being a part of it in any way.

My vocal experimenting; https://soundcloud.com/user-197723196

Moonlight - The Testing Season & Petra Hall

PetraHall

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