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burning sulfur

Only want to test a module. I dont use my modular like an instrument. Every track i reconfigure/repatch my modules.
The DOEPFER A-188-1D is a raw MN3005 BBD-analogdelay implementation. By setting the internal clock lower than 10kHz for long Delays the clock is audible. I used the breakout-jacks for filtering the delay with large Bandpass from XAOC Belgrad. Furthermore i use the Tallin for controlling Feedback. I use Math as envelope-Folower->joranalogue compare 2->inverted-Envelope for limiting the gain stage.
At the end I created a little track. enjoy :)
no computer as allways…Heavydubtools rulez…

DOEPFER A-188-1D

muryou

Burning skies iron lungs 
Extinctions have begun
Deadlines pass no choices left
Inhaled in every breath
Wildfires rage endlessly
 Diamonds falling into the sea
Silence is deafening 
When no one hears the screams
 
All you hold close
Won’t be for long
Like secret fears and exiles  
Flooding at your door
The stadiums are hospitals
The empty boarded stores
Atrocities come easily
When nothings on the shelves

 Now is the time for goodbyes 
  
The rest of us the best of us 
Made ignorant by force  
Divided by sciences 
Muted from discourse
The maligned hide from reality 
The benign by narrow inquiry
Turning a blind eye
Turning a blind eye

All we’ve learned
Soon will be gone
When waters rise and flow
The fields no longer grow
And no one to remember those
Who brought this upon themselves  
They sold the world for a pittance
Of what she was really worth

Now is the time for goodbyes 

If only one remains, no one digs their grave
If only one remains, no one digs their grave
When only one remains, no one digs their grave
When only one remains, no one digs their grave

Now is the time for goodbyes

5˚C

Warming times and dimming light
A suffocating haze
Fills my breath with an emptiness
One last dirge to sing

Vapors beneath the earth will rise
The fury and the rage
Holds the heavens steals the wind
So let’s end the charade
   
I cannot escape the truth
There is no point of view
On my hands and knees I will crawl
Waiting for the thaw

The blood of nature falls from my hands
The sorrow the waste
Washes away the guilt I bear
The cancer the shame 

Of existence left behind
Blighted soil and poisoned skies
Answers have no comfort at all
Waiting for the thaw

Controverts prevail
Uncertainties for sale 

But, no one will see this through
A curse we laid upon our youth
So, shed a tear for what we have done
Waiting for the thaw

The providence we held
Just aspirations failed

Thaw

un ptit souvenir de mon voyage à Montréal
des bisous xx
jsais des fruits de l'oregon c absurde mais ça rimait avec jean-talon

paroles :

leurs solitudes ne sont pas croisées
ils sont partis fâchés
elle était triste 
il était fatigué
ils n'ont presque pas parlé
ça sentait la fin
elle n'a pas su trouvé les mots
sur le chemin
il a versé une larme de croco(dile)

Si seulement il savait
Comme elle a couru dans la rue
En pyjama devant les clients du café
Juste pour le rattraper

Saint-Laurent

Transfiguration

Do what is meant to be done
Then leave it as it is
Open wounds have not closed
Since I remember when
Transfiguration settled
Nothing left to say
Words are meaningless
First casualty of fate

Because it’s over now
Everyone has left
Got here just in time
To see the party end

It’s impossible to know when it changed
No one seemed notice how many remained
Transfiguration settled
What is left say
Call out to emptiness
Call out in vain

My time is short
This stories done
Look deep within a mirror to find what was lost

Transfiguration

I can carry the weight for one more night
I can bear the horror one more time
My clothes lay on the bed in preparation
But the water doesn’t clean me anymore
Reflections disassociate, It’s time go again
Grab the keys and head out of the door

Lights fill my eyes, smoke is thick tonight
Faces a blur, movements turn
The moon and the bourbon
Gossip resolves
Five drinks on a napkin
And I am gone

Take a walk with me
See the bricks beneath our feet
It’s not too far to go by now

Night Out

A Dream of Fire

Here what’s left behind
The stillness
And a memory or two
Misfortune’s call
The necessity of will

Change of scene a new day
Don’t shiver, I know what to do
Breath in deep a dream of fire
Then let it go

But take it in slowly
Take it in alive

They put the dream in my arm?
Who would take it that far?
Then never ask if it’s wrong
Or know who they are
They put the dream in my arm?

Here is what we can find
The answers
For a question or two
A chance to start again
When wind is falling soon

But, watch for pins and needles
Watch them every time

They put the dream in my arm?
Who would take it that far?
Then never ask if it’s wrong
Or know who they are
They put the dream in my arm?

Dream of Fire

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Contribution to Tim Held’s remix collaboration. 

Find out more about Tim Held' release at https://timheld.bandcamp.com/album/stephanies-synth

Igor’s Marbles

Pads - Yamaha Reface CS through Korg NTS-1 for effects
Drone - Harp sample recorded with Pixel 3a and processed with Grainstorm Android app
Noise - Field recording (windy day at park) with Zoom H5

Mixed and mastered in Ableton

Ascend into Loss

Head Cheese - Jungle Jam (1982)

About this release: 

This compilation has been put together in order to raise awareness and/or raise money for the UK charity, Refuge. This means 100% of proceeds from all sales will go to them (after the standard deductions from Bandcamp and PayPal). 

It was 1971 when Refuge opened the world’s first safe house, so this year marks the 50th year they’ve been helping women and children escape a life of abuse and violence; the first to make the point that violence in the home was no longer “a private matter” for society to simply turn a blind eye. 

Refuge’s reputation of helping vulnerable people comes at a time where domestic violence (globally) has increased recently by nearly 30%, according to the UN; this is due in no small part to the government lockdowns brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic. Victims often now find themselves under constant surveillance by their abuser where phones are regularly checked and/or confiscated, making it harder than ever to call or text for help. 

refuge.org.uk 

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The title, Music for Another Sky, is derived from the 1890 poem There is Another Sky , by Emily Dickinson. It’s a poem where Emily is addressing her brother, yet it appears to tap into the same sentiment of hope I imagine considered by many a domestic violence survivor; the hope and possibility of living another life without fear or worry. 

There is another sky, 
Ever serene and fair, 
And there is another sunshine, 
Though it be darkness there; 
Never mind faded forests, Austin, 
Never mind silent fields - 
Here is a little forest, 
Whose leaf is evergreen; 
Here is a brighter garden, 
Where not a frost has been; 
In its unfading flowers 
I hear the bright bee hum: 
Please, my brother, 
Into my garden come! 

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Credits: 

Mastered* by Nathan Moody at Obsidian Sound 
obsidiansound.net. 

*Rodrigo Stradiotto & Karen Vogt - Noctilucent, mastered by Rodrigo Stradiotto 
(instagram.com/r_stradiotto) 

*Rosalina Teche - Slightly Affected, mastered by Francis M. Gri (krysalisound.com/mastering) 

Artwork/cover by J. Nathan Dziedzic 
instagram.com/formandtype 

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