Sick af. Love the simplistic transition. Fits perfect

Really deep/contemplative feel with this track, love the chords hiddin in here too

Tanisha Jackland - Words, Voice | Motion X - Music, Mix, Mastering
This is a collaboration using the Lady of Fire Poetry track Black Thursday
Original Track - https://soundcloud.com/lamarinipoetry/black-thursday-ii-open-collaboration
Check out Lady of Fire Poetry here - @ladyofire

Black Thursday
I was born on the
Third phase of a
Waning moon
On a dark
Day in November
She said
I had the wrath of a million
Ravens perched in her womb
She was not ready
A voice proclaimed
Beyond my mother's knowing
She said
I was an Omen come alive
Spread across her shrinking world
And I will live on for
You made me endless
She said
I was the harbinger
Of her pain and a witch
To the gray moon of
her clever madness

Photo (edited) by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels

The Black Thursday

Lady of Fire Poetry | Motion X - The Black Thursday

Compassionate scale.
Each impulse results in a force. The more momentum we take, the higher we jump. When there is a misfortune, an impulse of greater or lesser strength is generated. Here is a personal scale of that compassionate strength.
Cs0 Compassion predisposed asleep We are not aware of the existence of a misfortune. There is no force.
Cs1 Instant Compassion. We have seen it on a newspaper page and we have turned the page. It has caught our attention.
Cs2 Indirect compassion. Donations to charities. A person assaults you in the street and asks you, do you want to be human? And you say how much money you do it for. It is instant, but voluntary.
Cs3 Daily Compassion The news of the day. Floods, wars, social injustices. Your ideals come to light. To each one by his side and based on close experiences with said news.
Cs4 Compassion live. You are present when a misfortune occurs, but it is not with you. A violent situation that left a big impression on you.
Cs5 Compassion known. Here we begin to exceed the limits. A friend tells us about the misfortune of his mother. We offer our humanity.
Cs6 Voluntary compassion. You are a volunteer. You offer hours of your life to others many times without knowing them.
Cs7 Compassion target. The bomb explodes in your house, in your family or in your friends. You do everything you can to help.
Cs8 Self-pity. Misfortune concerns you directly. Prevent you from drowning. It can be extraordinary and lead to overcoming or useless if you no longer believe in it.
Cs9 Total compassion. It is when you give yourself to others putting your life at stake. I am not talking about a soldier, I am talking about a missionary in Haiti who does not leave, even if they tell her to leave.

COMPASSIONATE STRENGTH 7

From the September 1, 2023 Bandcamp release The Beauty of Inconvenience with Aoki Satoru (prepared bass), Markus Reineke (flute/electronics), Martin Hoogeboom (electronics/objects).
Listen/download: https://martinhoogeboom.bandcamp.com/album/the-beauty-of-inconvenience

Mixed by Martin Hoogeboom.
Mastered by Rupert Clervaux (http://www.rupertclervaux.com/).

Aoki Satoru: https://soundcloud.com/tototod
Markus Reineke: https://soundcloud.com/mr183

The Beauty of Inconvenience

The Beauty of Inconvenience (Satoru/Reineke/Hoogeboom)

Vocals, lyrics and remixing: Neons Gone Mad

Watch their video: https://youtu.be/CRuhZXVIZTs


RUNES (Lyrics inspired by the old Icelandic Edda saga)

Black smoke signals
on moonless nights
Unlike 
Boreal ar-
rayed Northern Lights
Arcane
Icelandic runes
Proffer foresight
So

[adapted from Edda's Hávamál, #47]
Young was I once
Walking alone
Bewildered, I
Found a fellow
Joy of man
Sought hidden spells
Graven tokens
Interpreted
Augurs spoken
Time began

Morse code flashes
Ultravi'let
Quite like
Numbers stations
Inviolate
DJs
Playing backwards
Palindromic
LPs

[adapted from Edda's Hávamál, #49]
My garments once
I gave freely
To a menhir
Made genteelly
Naked shame
That landmark seemed
A vanquisher
Dressed in my clothes
A languisher
Not my name

[adapted from Edda's Hávamál, #79]
All will prove true
Asked of the runes
High powers wrought
Passed down from gods
Time outran

[adapted from Edda, #137, 163]
Myself to mine
Own self given
Secrets safest
Known to but one
Songs are sung

Black smoke signals
on moonless nights
Unlike 
Boreal ar-
rayed Northern Lights
Shortwave
Stations broadcast
Imagal noise 
Like

Snakes

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