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3. Demons

4. Dripp Prod By Cityboy

Aurora is a song off the debut album Drink From The Bowl by Harmonie Fields 

Harmonie Fields is the Berlin-based duo project of Argentinian multi-instrumentalist, composer, producer Andrés Barlesi and singer-songwriter Richie Setford from New Zealand.

https://harmoniefields.bandcamp.com/album/drink-from-the-bowl
https://bbislandmusic.com/shop/harmonie-fields-drink-from-the-bowl-vinyl-cd-andres-barlesi-richie-setford

 : : AURORA : : 
Listen to the snowfall 
Every soft regret
A blanket over turned fields 
Forgiving as we tread
Our weight
The marks of time
The imprints we leave here
Follow the horses
No reins
Just torches in the sky 
The river suggests an ending 
I guess I'll empty In death
Aurora lights
Our weight
The marks of time
The imprints we leave here 
On the steps of eternity 
We can see our lives reflected
Listen to the snowfall

Drink From A Bowl

Aurora

Harmonie Fields - Aurora

Shall We Start Again (mix 1) 10.3.22

From the upcoming album Garbage Town.
https://www.sickyb.com

Garbage Town

Sleep On It

From the forthcoming album ‘Kapitalismus ist gut, ja?’

Kapitalismus ist gut, ja?

Get Rich Or Die

https://themightyorchidking.bandcamp.com/album/mycelium-music-volume-i-pinedemonium-awakes

Sepulchred council of the wild
Dug in the bowels of Symondshyde
We call it Pinedemonium
The cult of the mycelium 
Who helpless watched as some were slain 
Then helped the others on their way

While painting on the oldest trees
A host of feeding galleries 
Got more than he had bargained for 
Devouring from the forest floor 
Our carnal forms discarded by 
The magic man head in the sky 

Our systems used for nefarious deeds
The internet was made here, its our technology 
In the search for productivity 
Our medicines were mangled in your morning coffee

A spot of indigestion came 
With all the trauma that decayed 
Forbidden cider from that tree 
Brought dreams of sumbiocracy
Through the mycorrhizae he saw
The suffering caused by the lord 
And now he is resolved to reap
A common land for us to sleep

The Bowels Of Symondshyde

All Of Me (Radio Edit)

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Light Brigade

A story of misspent youth. Badly titled.

Image in cover artwork used with permission © Royal Meteorological Society.

LYRICS

Jumping in the water off the cliffs south of the harbour in the summertime
And chasing off the pigeons down the alleys behind kitchens in the town
And sometimes after school the kids that thought they're pretty cool would blag some cigs and wine
And everybody knows it, yeah it's here is where this s**t is, going down

Meetings in the park would go on way past after dark but nothing sinister
After lifting the odd freebie from the corner shop down New Street west of town
And riding bikes down big dipper out in the woods of ash and beech and silver birch
Cos everybody knows it, yeah it's here is where this s**t is going down

Everybody knows it, yeah everybody knows it
Everybody knows it, hell yeah everybody knows it
Everybody knows it, yeah it's here is where this s**t is going down
Cos everybody knows it, yeah it's here is where this s**t is going down
Yeah everybody knows it, yeah cos this is where this s**t is going down

Men of the weather station / Superhero EP

Going down (to be retitled)

Far away on a distant planet long since deserted by humans, a lone robot, Pedro, tirelessly carries out his chores keeping everything spotless and in good order. Looking up and imagining who or what else is still out there, he wonders, will the humans ever return?

Official release date: 22nd May 2020. Image in artwork by Michael Hodgkinson.

LYRICS

My name is 42916 but I am better known as Pedro
I only wish to serve, but then I'm hard coded to say so
May be due an upgrade but I'll patch this software update and reboot

Cos I was built to serve my masters, carry out their mundane chores
To free up time from all the things that make life such a bore
Keep everything pristine, looking flawless, oh so clean, good as new

Cos the lawns won't cut themselves
And the dust gathers on the shelves
Sunrise through sunset, list as long as all of pi's digits to be done

Yeah the brush won't sweep the floor
And the oil don't grease that door
Without my mechanised assistance
And the if elseif else statements that I run

And it seems a little futile now the humans have all gone
But what else left to do when I am programmed to go on

Well my only frame of reference is the feedback from my sensors
But I guess that's how we all work, we're just wires and transducers
Our mode of operation is a function of our memory

But I'm damned if I know where they went, they were here and now they're gone
And though there's no more humans, I am programmed to go on,
Ticking over just like clockwork, running ship shape, plough ahead full steam

Cos the lawns won't cut themselves
And the dust gathers on the shelves
Sunrise through sunset, list as long as all of pi's digits to be done

Yeah the coffee pot won't brew
But there's no job I cannot do
With my built in sheer persistence
And the while true loop sequence I'm stuck on

Oh, oh here's what I was wondering
Is there anything that's happening
Way out there
Beyond, far beyond what my antennas see
Is there anyone other than me
Somewhere out there

Programmed to go on

Visions

A Robot Fable

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