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Monkman Vs Seagull

While we wait for BARDS: Of The Shimmering Seraphs to finish physical production, in the meantime we are forging ahead with a new crop of songs for the next album. The next album will serve as a continuation of the oracle deck concept, featuring songs about "objects" - the first of which be this little song about the magical horn of the elusive and beautiful Aardvark Girl. It is also about a recently discovered strange dwarf planet at the farthest reaches of our solar system.

Gǃkúnǁʼhòmdímà  was discovered on 19 Oct 2007 at the Palomar observatory in California, at 9:09 UT. Gkunhomdima is a member of the extended scattered disc and is a trans-Neptunian object (TNO). Its orbit is inclined 23° off the ecliptic and is quite elliptical. It was knocked out of a normal orbit early in the history of the solar system, probably as Neptune migrated outward to its current position, which gives the high  inclination of Gkunhomdima’s orbit. However, there is no known orbital resonance with any other planetary body, except for its binary companion. Its ‘moon’, or secondary is called G!o’e !Hu (pronounced GOH ay KOO). Goeku means ‘horn’, or Oryx horn. And that takes us to a bit of mythology.

Gǃkúnǁʼhòmdímà is also the Beautiful Aardvark Girl of Juǀʼhoan mythology, who sometimes appears in the stories of other San peoples as a python girl or elephant girl; she defends her people and punishes wrongdoers using gǁámígǁàmì spines [devil’s thorn plant], a rain-cloud full of hail, and her magical oryx horn.

Drums and percussion, keyboards, backup vocals: R Thomas
Guitars, Mandolin, Melodica, Bass, Lead vocals, backup vocals: PS Perkins

LYRICS:
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Aardvark girl, come trumpet your horn
Bellow your clarion call
Summon your dark and impenetrable cloud
And let your hailstones fall

Are we just ants crawling around on the ground
Are we just termites in a crumbling mound

Scatter the poisoned thorns in their lane
May they tread upon those in their path
The stinging in their feet shall remind them
They’ll be dead before their next bath

Aardvark girl burrow down in your den
The night will be ending soon
The Oryx are gathered at the watering hole
And your face is in the moon

Are we just ants crawling around on the ground
Are we just termites in a crumbling mound
We are just ants crawling around on the ground
We are just termites in a crumbling mound

The Oryx of the Aardvark Girl

Crimble Crumble

After updating the free Spitfire Labs VST, a little jam with "Ondes Musicales" and "Tape Orchestra" ...... "Ondes Musicales is a new Spitfire Audio LABS instrument that is based on samples from the rare, expressive electronic instrument Onde Martenot." Quote Spitfire

Fragile Air / ambient sketch

You can't find me! the time has Come, no we! except in the toilet.

Send Me An Angel

- Picture -
Artist Picture. visual_dose
Art Cover Editor. Shyntwirl
Colorist Editor. Shyntwirl
Lighting Editor. Shyntwirl
Properties Editor. Shyntwirl
Additional Effects. Shyntwirl

- Music -
Producer. Shyntwirl
Composer. Shyntwirl
Programmer. Shyntwirl
Developer. Shyntwirl
Structure. Shyntwirl 
Modulation. Shyntwirl
Equalizers. Shyntwirl
Reverb. Shyntwirl
Echoes. Shyntwirl
Bass. Shyntwirl
Background. Shyntwirl
Secondary Synthesizers. Shyntwirl
Sample. Eartheater Fontanel / Fragment
Piano. Shyntwirl
Keyboard. Shyntwirl
Fx. Shyntwirl
Looper. Shyntwirl
Medium. Shyntwirl
Intro. Shyntwirl
Outro. Shyntwirl / Sample

Ambient / Atmosphere / Ethereal / Piano / Aesthetic / Experimental / Electronic / Alternative / Background / Relaxation 

PROD. Shyntwirl
Credits. Eartheater

Shyntwirl - ₍⁠₍ ﾟ⁠°•✿ Blooming ✿•° ﾟ⁾⁠⁾

I continue my musical experiments mixing styles. With this track , I tried to capture the spirit of post-punk rock but with an electro funk touch.  For the text, I let myself be carried away by my irritation against the warrior spirit that is imposed almost everywhere in the world. The lyrics are explicit

Je continue mes expérimentations musicales en mélangeant les styles. Avec ce morceau j'ai tenté de capter l'esprit post-punk Rock mais avec un touche electro funk.Pour le texte, je me suis laissée porter par mon énervement contre l'esprit guerrier qui s'imposent un peu partout dans le monde. Les paroles sont explicites


Punks Against War

All these stupid guys, thinking with their balls
Listen to  politicians and believe their  lies
Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way  
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way  
 
There is no clean war, too many people die
No land, no country  worth the blood / of the child  who play there
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want take this way
Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 

I am right in my fight/ shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,  
I protect my country and the world  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My people are the chosen of gods  shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,
My enemies are terrorist dogs    shut the fuck up, son of a bitch,

There Are only two sides, Its not the good against the bad
 But Only those who die and those who get rich.  
 Hey  You  asshole /   I don't want  take this way
 Hey  You  asshole  /  i'm going my own way 


The vile flow of news channels makes me sick, makes me vomit
 Fed up with all these people who kill the future  they   makes me sick makes me vomit




En français:

Tous ces types stupides, qui pensent avec leurs couilles
Écoutent les politiciens et croient leurs mensonges
Hé, espèce de connard  Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard  Je vais mon propre chemin


Il n'y a pas de guerre propre, trop de gens meurent
Aucune terre, aucun pays ne vaut le sang Des enfants qui y jouent
Hé, espèce de connard Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin
Hé, espèce de connard Je vais mon propre chemin

J'ai raison dans mon combat / ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Je protège mon pays et le monde ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mon peuple est l'élu des dieux, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute
Mes ennemis sont des chiens terroristes, ferme ta gueule, fils de pute

Il n'y a que deux camps, Ce n'est pas le Bien contre le mal
Mais seulement ceux qui meurent et ceux qui s'enrichissent.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré Je ne veux pas prendre ce chemin.
Hé, espèce d'enfoiré  Je vais mon propre chemin.

Le flux ignoble des chaînes d'information me rend malade, me fait vomir.
J'en ai marre de tous ces gens qui tuent l'avenir. Ils me rendent malade, me font vomir.

Punk Against War

Punks Against War (version 1)

Verse 1:
What is love, can I feel it?
What is truth, can I hear it?
What is light, can I see it?
What am I, can I be it?

Pre-chorus:
What if I lose my way?

Chorus:
Please save me tonight
Cause my heart is broken pieces in the wind
Please save me tonight
Cause broken chains can mend my heart again

Verse 2:
What is fear, can I face it?
What is loss, can I trace it?
What is grace, can I taste it?
What is life, can I place it?

Pre-chorus:
What if I can't escape?

Chorus:
Please save me tonight
Cause my heart is broken pieces in the wind
Please save me tonight
Cause broken chains can mend my heart again

Bridge:
What if I fall down, break my paper crown?
What if I lose all control?

Chorus:
Please save me tonight
Cause my heart is broken pieces in the wind
Please save me tonight
Cause broken chains can mend my heart again

Monkman Vs Seagull

Rudimentary Paste