Captivating abstract experimental track. I like all of the atmospherics floating way back in the soundstage.

Without Ever Learning Of Mercy

in den Metropolen ist nichts mehr zu holen

At Fontanepromenade there is sunlight all the time
There’s this will to be weird, there’s this sentimental line
Sky Saxon on the radio, hippie boats on Spree
Freak flags flying high, there’s this will to be free
And to dive and to float and to be
In the universal eye of fantasy

At Fontanepromenade there is Marilyn in the nude
There are seven colored bottles, there’s a pusher in my tube
Lava lamps are glowing, the vinyl is spinning fast
Like a pirate retransmission drawn directly from the past
In her love in her song in her hips
There’s the universal truth of city kids

At Fontanepromenade there is magic of the spheres
There is Crowley on the shelf, there’s Blavatsky in the wings
There’s a TV show from Saturn airing interviews with death
Like Zeppelins in Bohemia like a dragon on my back
Flying low catching up leaving Earth
In the universal eye of neverwere

At Fontanepromenade there’s a devil in my shoes
Devastating all the neons saying “Woman I Love You”
He’s got tired of the parks, all the parks they let him down
With their cans of beer a plenty with the scent of bubblegum
In his mouth in his ears in his hands
Lies the universal truth of nowhere man

At Fontanepromenade there are mirrors on the floor
There’s a bathroom full of glue, there’s dementia in the walls
I’ve been cut eleven times by all these mirrors cracking up
Then I took an elevator to the bottom of my cup
In the fuzz in the bliss in the pines
In the universal eye of Father Time

At Fontanepromenade the whole universe is on fire
There’s a galaxy of thieves, constellations of desire
Like pictures of Christine, her typewriter’s unaware
Rewrite Arabic poems, there’s this need to miscompare
And to rest and to sleep and to hide
In the secret depths of universal eye

At Fontanepromenade there’s a circus and a zoo
There are twenty-seven whores and they all are much like you
There’s Yahowha 13 on the melting TV screen
There are Stooges in the cupboard and I’m feeling pretty mean
While you dance and you turn and you twirl
In the universal truth of a girl

Fontanepromenade

At the Beginning (And In The End)

Depth

WIP, either I'm too high or it sounds like it could be banger

Music video @ https://youtu.be/dmcZPfL-nKw?si=BMlHat_cBq_MgnFI

BrokenTadger (WIP)

chemical research

COSMOZY // The Independent Life Of Cosmos // In Memory Of Our Father ... R.I.P.
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Rhythm Design, Cover, Mix & Production
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COSMOZY

" Praise ye the Lord" is an Air form Georg Friedrich Handel's oratorio "Solomon", written in 1748.
The anonymous libretto is currently thought to have been written by the English Jewish poet/playwright Moses Mendes. It is based on the biblical stories of the wise king Solomon from the First Book of Kings and the Second Book of Chronicles.

violin - Clarke Alonzi, Anna Downes
viola - Philip Hayman
organ - Helen Roberts
voice - Robert Llewellyn

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lyrics

Praise ye the Lord for all his mercies past,
Whose truth, whose justice will for ever last.

Praise ye the Lord  (Solomon - Georg Friedrich Handel)

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Without Ever Learning Of Mercy

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