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World Seems Open

Callbacks

Dedicated to all the wankers of the world.

The Greatest Show On Earth

A little toned down and slower. Hope you like!!

Stop To Ask You

IL FAUDRA BEAUCOUP DE JOURS POUR M’AIMER
BEAUCOUP DE TOUJOURS POUR M’OUBLIER
BIEN D’AUTRES AVANT TOI S’Y SONT ESSAYÉ MAIS
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

TOI OU LUI OU QUI QUE VOUS SOYEZ
POUR FAIRE DE MOI LE GRILLON DU FOYER
FAUDRA BEAUCOUP DE PATIENCE EMPLOYER YEAH
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE L’ON VIOLE EN SCELLE
NI BELLE, NI MOCHE NI PUTAIN NI PUCELLE
JUSTE UNE ETINCELLE QUI S’ÉTEINT DANS LE CIEL
SI TU T’ACCROCHES TU CONNAITRAS LE GOÛT DU SEL

TU M’AS PRIS POUR UNE POUPÉE YÉYÉ
DE CIRE OU DE SON UN DISQUE RAYÉ
AVEC UNE SEULE IDÉE, TE L’ENVOYER MAIS
JE N’ÉTAIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYIEZ

JE NE SUIS PAS DE CELLES QU’ON CROISE DANS LES MISSELS
NI BELLE, NI MOCHE NI PUTAIN NI PUCELLE
JUSTE UNE ÉTINCELLE QUI EMBRASE LE CIEL
SI TU M’APPROCHES TU CONNAITRAS LE GOÛT DU MIEL

A CORP A CRIS TU PEUX LARMOYER
A JAMBES EN L’AIR ET GORGE DÉPLOYÉE
BIEN D’AUTRES QUE TOI S’Y SONT FOURVOYÉS YEAH
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ 
OYEZ OYEZ
JE NE SUIS PAS CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ

CELLE QUE VOUS CROYEZ (Lyrics)

Fly Focus

Introduction in English:

Last summer I went wandering in the Black Forest with my oldest friend. After a long day of walking, we stopped at a rather musty inn.   
We were chewing on the overcooked pasta casserole when suddenly the door opened and a young lady entered the inn. With her noble and elegant-delicate appearance she did not fit at all to the stuffy environment.
She sat down together with her family, who hermetically sealed her off, at the next table.
My friend and I immediately had the same association of a "sad beauty". On the outside, she seemed to hold herself together like an extremely well-formed porcelain figure. In her being, however, she seemed deeply lonely, isolated, and almost broken to us.  
For a very brief moment, our eyes met. And in this millisecond-eye gaze into her soul, this chanson was born.  
Since this young woman would have fit more into the Versailles chateau culture of the late 18th century, I sing this chanson in a frail French.

Lyrics in English (for those who don't speak French)

Sad Beauty

You sit there, upright, as if oiled
The hair tamed, strictly gelled

Behind the glazed look,
A shadow falls back
On misfortune

Your face marbled,
Brightly made up, highly decorated
like a disused fairy tale lake
like a nestless animal

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom

Sad Beauty, Sad Beauty, so sad

Your little daughter sits to your left
Wants your answer, but you are silenced

Your mother feeling is completely drained

Your parents look at you
They can't reach you anymore
Your sister is shaking at your garden gate
Even from your beloved ones you are cut off

You fall - unnoticed
A broken porcelain work of art
An art vase with a deep crack in the bottom
Sad beauty, sad beauty, so sad

Sad Beauty

Homage to Relativity Theory's Centenary & Mr. Albert Einstein.
Based on a delightful 6/4 main theme by https://soundcloud.com/exploderamera, we offer to the listener some variations on 5/4, 4/4 & 2/4 signatures, relatively round composition, lotta love, and two questions...
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Music: ExploderaMera and E-Ruizzo
Lyrics: Albert Einstein
Vocals & Artwork: ExploderaMera
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There are five houses.
The Englishman lives in the red house.
The Spaniard owns the dog.
Coffee is drunk in the green house.
The Ukrainian drinks tea.
The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house.
The Old Gold smoker owns snails.
Kools are smoked in the yellow house.
Milk is drunk in the middle house.
The Norwegian lives in the first house.
The man who smokes Chesterfields lives in the house next to the man with the fox.
Kools are smoked in the house next to the house where the horse is kept.
The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice.
The Japanese smokes Parliaments.
The Norwegian lives next to the blue house"

Now, who drinks water?
Who owns the zebra?

ER00EC12

Einsteins's Riddle (with ExploderaMera)

Excerpt from Porest's "ABJECT MIRROR" – a full-length audio-drama with advertisements and musical accompaniment.

Porest is dragged through an inconvenient network of paranormal subterfuge after exposing something significant that may have happened 33 days from now.

Featuring appearances by Robert Millis and Jake Rodriguez. Special thanks to Vicki Bennett, whose MIRROR theme this is in partnership with.

Porest, etc: Mark Gergis 
Dr. Lumen / Mr. Fleckt, etc: Jake Rodriguez 
Acoustic guitar on THROUGH YOU: Robert Millis 

Recorded and produced by Porest until 2019 

Supported by public funding by Arts Council England 

Porestsound - 2019 (Porestsound 010-DI)

Through You

offered here, you have, you see, a compilation of music created by me...

Can't Stop

Strange Cats ft A-woken and friends, also produced by A-woken.

The Sander

From Milo Hunter's Sophomore EP "Lux Flakes"

Lux Flakes

Generator

Glass

In memory of violinist Jennifer Spiwak (1974-2001)

I dream of your dream
Inside a drop
Of rose water on your cheek

Rise with the sun
Rise with the sun
I dream, I dream

Right now, if only for yourself
I believe you will

Nowhere near the sea
On sacred ground
Spread across the tundra
Marching to the vision in our heads

Didn’t you see the North Star shining brightly?
Can’t stop till the goddess calls

"Did you see behind the raging star? 
I will give to you and you will find your heart
So you can bend your eyes
Did you think about the dreams 
The nightmares you had? 
With the sage old lady dancing looking sad 
What she said to you
     'All the light inside is out and outside  is nil 
      It’s a beautiful appearance now and for all! 
      So now you lift your eyes! 
      There is no other way outside!'"


Cold down to the bone
But we’re pressing on
Something warns inside us
Thirteen hundred miles across the E∂

Stay awake until
The frozen river feels our feet
Just think, son, of the goddess
Think, son, of the goddess
No stop till the goddess calls

The Goddess Calls

Free on bandcamp:
https://mayorofdonutville.bandcamp.com/album/perpendicularism

More tracks on @wrenhollowwrens

The Goddess Calls

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