Related tracks: Speed Shadows (R.I.P Takis)

Nat King Cole's version - All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth punk rock cover.

"All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth" is a novelty Christmas song written in 1944 by Donald Yetter Gardner (1913-2004) while teaching music at public schools in Smithtown, New York. 

The song was originally recorded by Spike Jones & His City Slickers on December 6, 1947, with lead vocal by George Rock. That version reached the top of the pop charts in 1948, and again in 1949. The song has also been recorded by numerous other singers and performers, including Ray Stevens, George Strait, Danny Kaye with The Andrews Sisters, The Platters, Dread Zeppelin, The Kelly Family,  Nat King Cole (reportedly Gardner's favorite version), The Chipmunks, the Hampton String Quartet, The Three Stooges, and Count von Count of Sesame Street.

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year my friends!!!

Youtube link: https://youtu.be/kdKyiJvK41g

#youtube link: https://youtu.be/kdKyiJvK41g?si=rIT0jvoakbkdplPi

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth (punk rock cover)

Sixth track from my latest album, Absens.

Endless Hallway

Waves (2009)

This is a recording of a talk by Dr. John C. Lilly called 'Models and Beliefs'. A significant portion of this recording consists of repeated words or phrases for use as a 'mantra' or focus of meditative and/or contemplative exercises. Lilly was a pioneering neuroscientist whose work with dolphins led him into deep explorations of his own mind.

Diashow of flame fractals
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpY3TeH6wzI

noxpox - mutated Bon Tempi (feat. John C. Lilly)

Crystal Sea Devil

A song created with ai (concept by me), written for a friend that gone too soon from these damn bikes. Always wear helmets and the best is not to ride them at all, because they took already many lives and young souls very unfairly, close friends and acquaintances. Careful y'all out there, 4 wheels are always safer with normal speed of course, because this can be truly dangerous too if you overestimate your limits and strengths.

~R.I.P Takis~ :((

Speed Shadows (R.I.P Takis)

Recorded  12 October 2024 at Casa Bagnolo, Milis Sardinia. A performance for processed field recordings and improvised Bass Guitar. Written during my Nocefresca residency and performed as part of the AMACI Giornata del Contemporaneo festival 2024

Conversazioni Difficili con il Mare LIVE

Check out, Ducks on Quack in Space, also on Soundcloud. @user-713093027

All Hail The Custard Tin Makers

In the half-light between dreaming and waking, our world reveals its true nature: a perpetual threshold where nothing fully is, yet everything is becoming. Airport terminals at 3 AM hold their breath in fluorescent stillness, neither departure nor arrival, while empty parking garages echo with the ghostly memories of footsteps that might have been. We live in the spaces between definitive moments—the pause before the conductor's baton falls, the instant between clicking "send" and delivery, the sunset hour when day hasn't quite surrendered to night. These liminal spaces are reality's waiting rooms, where time feels both stretched and compressed, where identity becomes fluid as mercury, and where the familiar world dissolves into something stranger and more sublime. Here, in these threshold spaces, we are all travelers passing through doors that lead to doors that lead to doors, never quite arriving, never fully departed, suspended in the infinite moment between what was and what will be.

The piano used on this piece was a supposed haunted object, rescued from a cruise ship that had been left to float away.

The Liminal

Cucumis - 11:2:24, 8.30 PM Materialism/Idealism

This is another track for the Children of Memory project. The Witch isn't really a witch... it's Avrana Kern, the ancient god-like fusion of AI and human. But, to Liff, she's a witch. 
All guitar parts were played on a Deusenberg Paloma.

The Witch

Silk Road - Ο Δρόμος Του Μεταξιού

This is my first ever collaboration with @AWITW (A Walk in the Woods) a.k.a. Nico from France. He has been kind enough to feature a couple of my songs on his record label @goldenforestrecords, but we never worked together until now.

I sent him a very chilled out hip hoppy kind of beat and he evolved it into this awesome IDM jam. Thanks for checking it out!

Two Brains - w/ AWITW

every life is unique...and respect ist the best way to tolerance
i love music...the spirit...the power...i hope you can understand this ?

World Of Music

For me "Shade" is much about feeling lonely and keeping mental health problems for yourself. Afraid of the stigma it might bring.

A big thanx to https://soundcloud.com/stina-m-h for the trumpets and also feedback in the mixing process! <3 

SHADE

I carry wounds, that no-one knows.
I wear a mask in muted tunes.

Feel the silence grow, watch the night fade,
Hiding in the shadows, I’m lost in my own shade.

A Haunted room, no light to trace
In hidden rooms I lose the chase

A haunted road, no guide to trace
in silence I hold what I have to hide.
Yet I still walk in a steady pace.

Feel the silence grow, watch the night fade,
Hiding in the shadows, I’m lost in my own shade.

Feel the silence grow, watch the night fade,
Hiding in the shadows, curse the burden, curse the pain.

Shade

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

Transformation (2024)

BRAND NEW official STA track called "As i lose my self again".
This is one will be featured on the upcoming sophomore album of Shock the Algorithm, that will be on Synthwave Rock style from now on!Hope u enjoy the new band profile and Merry Christmas my friends!

Youtube: https://youtu.be/1lXDbsvZ2OQ
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lyrics:
Hear my body scream, hear my soul is weak, i can't control anymore
i tried to set it free, i tried to tame this freak, but it's up to self control

and i will never learn and trust is hard to earn
as i lose my self again...

Bright lights calling me, neon life sets me free and i am right here to stay
The sun rise up again and i still understand the dues we have to pay
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(p) & (c) STA, 2024-25.

As I Lose My Self Again

elec piano + casio keyboard

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music by Marco Lucchi
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2 ottobre 2010

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to Henri Bergson

[2011] Durée réelle

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
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