Like a little creepy toy store at night!! Yiiih! :)

Fripp, Robert & The League Of

This is one of my favourite site of London, the Thames path. I want to share the atmosphere with you with this track. Hope you enjoy it. Instruments in use, is Roland Aira (SH1 and SH2 and Promars) and Roland JD-Xi. This is the first music I entirely have made with Logic pro. 

Thames Path

While putting the graphic together I looked for images of my two Nemo`s and then saw some sheet music with the title "Guns and Paradise," which seemed particularly fitting as a point between both stories...

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Sun And Sol

 a wonderfully complex piece by Sunshine Girl:
https://soundcloud.com/sunshine-girl-8/flicker-my-insides

vocals and lyrics by lemonade:
some people say that all of life is a dream and then you wake up
well, one day, I woke up. I felt a hole in my head.
I honestly don't think I shot myself. I haven't been sad recently.
I put my finger in it. 
it was vaguely triangular and it was dry 
as though it had healed up long time ago.
A hole in my head.
And I wondered how long I had been asleep here. 
You see, I'd fallen asleep in a cave. My cave. 
Just a place I like to go to when I need  quiet time away from 
my many duties, many people. 
I lie down in the cold dark cave and I sleep...in the sand.
So it's no wonder I'm confused. I crawl out into the sunshine.
A bad headache. I can feel the sunlight entering into my head through the hole...and it's warming everything up...and I don't feel so good.
I may be dying...I throw up....it's a strange feeling.
I think the hole is at least three inches wide..and I'm wondering where 
has my brain gone..how can I still stand and think and function when most of my head is empty now....it doesn't make much sense to me...but I keep walking in the direction of my home
but when I get there 
it's all in ruins 
and  covered in vines
and I realize I really don't know how long I've been sleeping in that cave...a thousand years? 
 time begins melting in front of me.
The plants grow back and the house rebuilds itself
and then I see people in the house...they're not my family...fish in a fishtank
...and there's another family..and then they disappear
this goes on for a while until finally I see my children in the house, my husband, and I think I should jump in
be with them in that particular slot of time
to go on in my  particular slice of existence
but I don't know if I can
maybe I'm just meant to watch it all

I should be with them
that's what I've been thinking lately.

Be with them  by Sunshine Girl ft. lemonade

FAKTOID aka Oliver K. 
 lives in cavernous sound: https://soundcloud.com/faktoid

lyrics: 
I sometimes feel as though there is a city in my head
people are building skyscrapers
and the skyscrapers are scraping the top of my skull—
it's a busy world. 

They tear down and build up.
I don't know why they don't keep the old buildings. I like them.
They're classic. Words we live by. Ideals. The notion of ethics.

One day they tore down the Golden Rule, which I love very much
even though no one has actually walked into that building for quite a while.

I don't know what they began building in its place...
It was angular, windowless, almost like a needle, it swooped and curved.
I can't imagine anyone living in it. 

But I think this new building was about getting by, 
surviving on as little as possible, 
a sort of minimalism of expectation, 
as to prevent disappointment.
Basically nothing could fit in this building.
It was barely the width of two people 
who were holding each other very close.
I doubt they could fit in the building.

But there it was 
and people were building it.
It's amazing. 
The notion of beauty is being changed. 
With every building, 
it's getting stranger and stranger.
possibly more barbaric, 
and yet fewer details, as if they are in a hurry
as if a sketch is enough 
and the notion of workmanship....
there's no time for it, 
there's no time for anything. 

They just keep building faster and faster.
and now the bones they use 
aren't steel beams.
They use  bamboo.
And they climb them like agile monkeys.

I barely understand what is going on in my head.
Who are they building for? 
Who is watching them? If it's me...
they never asked me if i like what i see.
Perhaps it's simply 
the distance between us. 
I am outside my head
and they are inside my head. 

And the dome of my head 
is like the sky's hemisphere. 
Possibly when they look up, 
the nerves, sparking, look like stars.

Who knows what's going on in there 
or what they do when they're not building. 
It's strange...when they stop moving, 
they vanish as though they are more thought 
than actual beings...as if they are impulses...
the impulse to build...

I suppose they are building  thoughts I never pursued...
you see, if you don't pursue a thought within 5 seconds of thinking about it, 
you simply don't do it.  

I think these buildings are 
what I abandoned...and somehow they took it up... 
my discards, my wishes..hopes..fears.. 
they took it up 
and brought it back right to me...
and here I am.


CITIFIED  a radiologram by  Faktoid   ft. lemonade

A terrible tragedy; the earth has turned even against living beings.

Earthquake

' . . . a dusky sunset coming over the land . . . '
. . . displacement . . . stranger in a strange land . . . kinda thing

the soundboard tinkerers is johns here singing, playing and producing in september twenty sixteen
with help from a wolf, a group of monkeys and birds . . . and a butterfly

If you want to check out some visuals with the sound ~ 
https://youtu.be/TXIivpqO2j8
[recommend your settings quality be a min 360p]

The Red Gold Haze [soundboard tinkerers - original]

Vertigo

Brian Eno - By This River

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