From the upcoming album The NTT's Funk Odyssey Vol. 2

The NTT - The Cosmic Force

From our upcoming album Megalopolis, due in October of 2024

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Megalopolis Dawn

Hot Summer Day

Imprecisión

Outside (Sax Edit)

A funny track about some discussions on Twitter/X lately, it's frankly on the weirder side like Word Salad and Yes-No Column, Come To Life!

But after hearing it multiple times (like most of my things) it improves.

Lyrics:

There is difficulty to a significant degree
When battling people engaged in hoaxing
And we can clearly see
Because Hesiod said in seven hundred BC
Do not let a woman who decorates her buttocks deceive you
By wily coaxing
Because she is after your granary

Bewailing her lack of taro root
A redhead libertarian was destitute and snarked
That she didn't have a favorite prostitute
A contrarian most resolute
But a boon to have at your back during a dispute
Now that we were in cahoots, to entertain her sense of humor
I related to her the past events

If you don't quite have the stomach for horror
Try still to conceive of if you can
The complaints of a commoditized man
That vultures caused American culture
To became a jump ball for Sodom and Gomorrah

When i was younger and very very loud
I was a disgraced propagandist doing his username proud

Her lines were remarkably sultry
I was lost in thought staring at the shininess of her boot
Musing that the first step of any meaningful pursuit
Is to severely underestimate its difficulty

The one-night stand sarcastically complimented me on my range
I said you were the one to talk
But then she recommended as a dietary change
Brazilian Quinoa and Equatorial Donkey Chalk

She was quite amazing wearing fishnets
But when her lasciviousness needed satiating
Nothing quite got her wet like contemplating
Malicious compliance to get the idiots and shills upset

As i got older the fatter became my manila folder
I wondered if she'd gone too far
When she was grinding to WAP in a bar
Then berating me for touching her on the shoulder

The root of their lawfully sanctioned insurgency
Was a deeply felt need of urgency
Their transgressions begat the need to talk sense
But either they were in denial or awfully dense
Like Private Pyle they were too fat to climb over Chesterton's fence

The libertarian drew back agape as I was seized by
Poetic demons, my tongue unbound by whimsy’s cry  

Now peep their quisquilian rout, all clowned in disarray
A pox of poltroons, too shook to gainsay
Brains so obtund, they’d quaff their own toxic drip,
I smack their feckless rebellion with truculence no slip
And big up the gibbet that cancels their weak-ass affray

She smirked, Thy florid rant doth vex me sore,
A bard’s bombast best left to yore’s grim lore

Thus spake Hesiod, neath Boeotia’s dour sky 
Shun maids who cozen with a venal eye
For when iron reigns and kine grow gaunt with blight
Avaunt their guile, lest chaos claim the night

SamāššEšrā

Jump-Ball For Sodom And Gomorrah

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vocals by Enlia 🇲🇫 
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SPIRIT was a legenday club in Dortmund with a legendary DJ named Mimmi. A colourful compilation of night owls who had no reason to go home at night went there and stayed until the morning or slept in the toilets. Some of them would have baked eggs among the early truck drivers at the Großmarkt at 06:00. The music was loud, wild and heavy but always surprising because Mimmi was, devilishly smiling from behind the long black hair covering his eyes, standing at the record table. In those days, the word "Claudia" was sprayed all over town for years and years to be seen. Some were wondering who "Claudia" was and who sprayed it and why he took so much effort...  Your name was written down on a 1000 places, spread all over town, you left your traces...

This one is to the memory of Mimmi.

Cellar Aged Wines

Spirit (with In Rags)

High energy alternative guitar based progressive rock track.

Never Say Never

(English translation above)

Le hasard : le seul GPS infaillible avec mise à jour automatique.

Je trace ma route

C’est vrai que je suis obstiné(e)
Qu’on ne me met pas en déroute
Certains me croient même borné(e)
Normal ! Je suis comme ma route

Je ne sais pas où elle ira
Car je n’en connais pas la cible
Dans les sables du Sahara
Où aux confins de l’indicible

Pleine de cailloux, de pétales 
Qu’elle soit de terre ou d’étoiles
Coûte que coûte, 
Je trace ma route

Et peu m’importe ma fatigue
Je sais qu’il faudra continuer
Pour aller par delà les digues
Qui ne pourront m’emprisonner

Si elle doit m’amener vers toi
C’est que c’était un bon chemin
Et si j’arrive dans tes bras
Je n’aurai pas marché pour rien

Pleine de cailloux, de pétales 
Qu’elle soit de terre ou d’étoiles
Coûte que coûte, 
Je trace ma route

Myckaël Marcovic, le 22 août 2015

Approximate translation :

Chance: the only infallible GPS with automatic update.

I’m making my way

It is true that I am stubborn
Don’t put me in a rout
Some even think I’m stubborn
Normal! I’m like my way

I don’t know where she’ll go
'Cause I don’t know the target
In the sands of the Sahara
Or on the edge of the unspeakable

Full of stones, petals
Whether from earth or stars
No matter what it takes,
I’m making my way

And I don’t care how tired I am
I know we’ll have to keep going
To go beyond the dikes
Who won’t be able to imprison me

If she’s gonna lead me to you
It was a good path
And if I come into your arms
I wouldn’t have walked for nothing

Full of stones, petals
Whether from earth or stars
No matter what it takes,
I’m making my way

Myckaël Marcovic, August 22, 2015

Je trace ma route

Appalachian Swing has a dark ambient feel that reflects the mysteriousness of the Appalachians.

Appalachian Swing

ソル・マリネリス 
Mostly solo & random DIY excursions into dystopian post-metal shoegaze 🎧
Guitarist/Remixer/Artist

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