Name: shark infested waters by SamKing
Duration: 3 min 12 s
Description: currently building up a drum kit (i've been wanting live drums FOREVER), and the snare and hi hat showed up yesterday (bass drum's still on its way). been messing around with learning some grooves on the hat and snare, and have already experimented with recording them in my studio, so i came up with this beat today. hope ya like.

currently building up a drum kit (i've been wanting live drums FOREVER), and the snare and hi hat showed up yesterday (bass drum's still on its way). been messing around with learning some grooves on the hat and snare, and have already experimented with recording them in my studio, so i came up with this beat today. hope ya like.

shark infested waters

I created a piano ballad with a modern approach, using a lot of major 7th chords, while keeping in mind the Goldberg Variations. It is written from a philosophical point of view about a child who is tired of playing and devouring sleep on a hot summer day.

＜Lyrics in English＞
Relentless blue.
Along the unimaginably thick
concrete wall
that sinks into its depths,
a black one sleeps ravenously

It is engraved with
a few sharp straight shadows
and surrounded by the smell of
dried grass and a little water.

Motionless
and almost shapeless,
the black one uses
the abundant summer light
for black sleep.

Sleep is everything now,
and to be aware of sleep is almost meaningless.
In that case, this summer and this perspective
are metaphysical

Only the temperature difference due to shadows
remains physically
Only the smell of grass and water
remain in memory

From the beginning,
there has been that sleep

＜歌詞＞

容赦のない青
その底に沈む
厚さも想像できない
コンクリートの壁にへばりつき
その黒い者は貪り眠る

幾つかのクッキリとした
直線の影に刻まれ
干乾びた草と
わずかな水の匂いに包まれる

身動き一つせず
およそ形も定かでない
その黒い者は
もてあました夏の光を
ただひたすら黒い眠りに費やす

今、眠りは全てであり
眠りに気づくことは無意味に近い
そこにおいて
この夏もこの視座も形而上である

その下に降りられるのは
影が伝える温度差のみ
記憶に残るのは
草と水の匂いのみ

原初より
その眠りはあった

夏の底に眠る者（The Fallen Of Summer）

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This one's for Rubina Carmona. She and Marcos nurtured the flamenco scene in Seattle in the 90's and 2000's. We became friends though our mutual love of Flamenco.  

Thanks to her, I had the opportunity to connect with some guitarists including Victor Salazar, Ben Woods, and Istvan Rez who became my closest friends.

Last week Victor Salazar sent me a guitar track to see what kind of collaboration we could come up with.  I thought something Flamenco-Fado-Bossa Nova would be fun.  This is the result.

Song for Rubina

You wake up one day and you smell a fire burning, a campfire. You realize you're sleeping on the ground, on a mattress of thick brown-hair hide covered with colorful woven blankets. Your vision starts to clear. You are in an enclosed area, but not far from outside. It's a circular room. The is a series of long poles along the perimeter of the area, all leaning to meet at the middle, maybe ten to twelve feet high. The walls are an off-white color. No other people are inside. Clothing and more blankets hang from a rope strung across two poles at the far edge. The beds are situated along the inside wall perimeter, in a circle. Toward the center of the room, the reddish dirt is packed solid, a common area. In the center is the fire pit, and there is a small fire burning, the fire that woke you. There's no danger, the pit is well made, dug a good way down, encircled with large rocks. You look up again, wondering why you're not dead...of CO poisoning. No...you realize you're in a Teepee and the construction allows for the smoke to be drafted up and out. There is no door that you can see, and then suddenly, a panel of white swings open, and a women appears. Behind her you see a gathering of people. Those you can see, do not look happy, yet they wear colorful clothing and beads, feathers. Their faces are painted with black and red lines, smudges and curves. 
She says, 'Juriš na Kišu, you need to come now, right now.' Her voice is haunted with urgency. She steps inside, moving toward the rope line, and as you crawl out from the blankets, she throws you some pants, a shirt, and some moccasins. You follow her outside. One thing you didn't notice from inside is that the sky is dark with storm clouds. Lightning cracks in the distance. Another thing, the gathering of people is all men. They are armed. A few carry Henry lever action repeaters. Most have long bows and sheaths of arrows. Others hold long spears with a piece of deadly chipped rock strapped to the top. Their sidearm is the tomahawk. Some are on horseback.
A tall bronze skin man with long jet-black hair steps toward you. He wears a chest plate of beads, shells, and small rocks tightly woven together around small sticks. You hear something. Far off in the distance. It could be thunder...or it could be horses...a lot of horses. 
He says, 'Juriš na Kišu, the time is now.' You look around at the grim faces of the warriors. He continues, 'The White Man is Coming. He brings the storm. In the rain and wind our arrows and spears will not fly true. Our guns are few, he has many. We will be slaughtered.' You meet his eyes, then slowly meet all the warriors eyes, then the woman. You don't know how or why, but you know what you must do. You nod your head in an affirmative way. He puts a hand on your shoulder.
You leave the gathering and walk toward an open field in the direction of the growing thunder. You close your eyes and raise both hands to the sky. A bolt of lightning cracks across the sky, then another, and another. A bolt slams to the ground only feet from your position. The wind howls around you in a hurried frenzy. Dust, dirt and dry leaves envelope you in a whirlwind. You hold your ground. You hear panic in the village, the women and children, scurrying for shelter. The sky, now utterly black. The sound now is for sure the sound of one hundred horses, roaring through the valley. You do not waiver.
You are Juriš na Kišu, The Rainchaser.

RainChaser

#33 Rain - Five - Minute Music Meditation - music / photography By Ray Schiel

basically some songs i was messing around with that i thought i should share

empty field

Kill Yourself : Without drums

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