lo end is a greatr place to explore. Really interesting work

Hey Jo man, love the delicious tension in here. Very dynamic production, too. Also, I enjoy the way you control that feedback, too. Excellent work all around here, my friend!

Wow  this is some poem you have written --heavy in it's nature, light as feather in a rainstorm--the music is somber, but the little feet intermittent and amusing throughout breaks the mold:):)

Redline_protocol

A comedown lullaby. Original track, Dean on all guitars and vocals. Mastered by Ted Rudduck @soundted 

LYRICS 
Sunrise close eyes, sleep time 
Until the night

Lay low scare crow
Fly high butterfly

Sunrise close eyes, sleep time 
Until the night

Free ride rising tide
Pay the price of fire and ice

Sunrise close eyes, sleep time 
Until the night

Glide above the plains
Nothing's in the way
Feel the winter change 
Fade away the haze

Clean lines intertwine 
Break through brand new

Sunrise close eyes, sleep time 
Until the night

Until the Night

by hurman hupfeld, via dooley wilson, in casablanca, dedicated to judy greene who lived through a lot and had a beautiful life.

AS TIME GOES BY BB+IMRE

Aint Having It

method: LIMBO! - all of the sounds you hear have traversed a low pass filter at some point or other
narration: I can't hear you - reception is bad - there is a lot of interference and stuff
image, sounds, poem, composition and everything else: copyright jo richter

limelight horror, body terror
your past on a celluloid leash
hauled in to mask the hapless tremor
of neurons and genes, mirrored and selfish

a sky full of stars and the moral law
induce, produce, extrude and include
a common man’s somewhat hesitant awe
while AI assures it is ready to reboot

government agents raid homes in the nude
who will have seen claim that they saw
man’s not as nubile as a lemur
earth holds more ocean than there are fish

this is all dead weight, in the interim
learn to let go, the weltgeist insists
your heart is as pure as the code on the bin
a bird, a feather, an item, no lists

tally categorial - not for the faint of hearing

Untitled (instrumental)

I’ll Be There

(Verse 1)
Every dog has its day
The early bird gets the worm, they say
A broken clock’s right twice a day
I don’t care much for cliché
You hold me down 
when I want to float
Your voice hits hard—
like a punch to the throat

(Verse 2)
They say time heals all, 
but the scars remain
Some lessons only come 
Through the pain
If I lose my way, 
you draw the map
If I fall apart, 
you close the gap

(Chorus)
I’ve got you, you’ve got me
One pod, two peas—it’s  that easy
Say the word, I’ll be there
Fight your fights, breathe your air
Without a doubt, I’ll be there.
(Verse 3)
Let the world spin mad,
 let the lights go black
I’ll still be here, I
’ve got your back
No rhyme, no reason—
just you and me
That kind of bond 
don’t come cheaply

(Chorus)
I’ve got you, you’ve got me
One pod, two peas—it’s  that easy
Say the word, I’ll be there
Fight your fights, breathe your air
Without a doubt, I’ll be there.

(Verse 1)
Every dog has its day
The early bird gets the worm, so they say
A broken clock’s right twice a day
I don’t care much for cliché
You hold me down 
when I want to float
Your voice hits hard—
like a sucker punch to the throat

(Chorus)
I’ve got you, you’ve got me
One pod, two peas—it’s  that easy
Say the word, I’ll be there
Fight your fights, breathe your air
Without a doubt, I’ll be there.


I'll Be There

... a creatures of deep dark waters - waiting patiently to strike

Dark Side of The Moose

Maneter

I couldn’t be bothered to look up the email address 

Dear mr SoundCloud I’ve written before 
But as your still a cunt I’ll presume I was ignored 
I’ve always led from the front and I know  it’s a flaw
But this ain’t no stunt I’m just settling the score 
For your information my speech has no hate
I go out of my way to way to call everyone mate
Every time I press play I describe it as great
So why do you say your deciding my fate
You say it’s because I used the word fag 
Which means cigarette you silly daft slag
Oh shit I bet I’m back in the gulag
Fuck it you tit I’ll go get my school bag 
Dad said fag , and grandad too
It’s what we smoke while we’re having a brew
Until some fucking joke like you
Finds a crime like scooby doo
In your moody tune shop
Fuck off you flip flop 
It’s just you and your mucky minded bots
Peeking in on private spots
And wiping words while knowing not
What feelings threw them in the pot
A waste of time but worth a shot
I’m not even bothered about myself 
But then there’s folk like my mate gal
Who’s got issues with his health 
You cunts piled on him as well
I can’t help but think
That this style of stink
Would wither up and die
If all our words 
were seen and heard 
By human ears and eyes

To whom it may concern

My baby's got it written on her stone
She says you gotta make it on your own
She says live your life, don't be alone
But I don't have a heart of stone

It hurts, it hurts me now
It hurts, it hurts me now

Looking back, through the years
All the joy, and all the tears
The hills we climbed, and many walks
Lying in bed late at night, as we talked

472. written in stone (harding).mp3

Surroundet

I am overjoyed to partake in sounds beautiful:
https://youtu.be/1TnalFltP_Q?si=VidMVZ9VDKGZiNUm  by Dan and
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/up-up-out by Jeff.

Jeff also gifted me a visiting role on his previous album: 
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/quintessential

.... and here is my own test account:
https://sonicstructuresandsilentstretches.bandcamp.com/track/eliza

POETRY IS VITAL

This threshold space exists for those who feel like listening to some of my quite professional poetry embedded in rather amateurishly recorded but judiciously arranged sound, a modicum of purely acoustic work notwithstanding.  Fortunately, some other artists have also transformed the symbolic expression of my words into the tangible beauty of real songs and soundscapes - just listen to Sympoetic Ultrasounds: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/sympoetic-ultrasounds !

SOUND, SPACE AND TIME

Tend your listening senses gently. Even though my general approach welcomes and embraces lo-fi concepts like the precision of spontaneously occuring imprecisions, headphones worth their membranes are recommended - unless you like your sounds flat, mangled, battered and helpless. You don't, do you? Be kind to these soundscapes.

STRUCTURING IMPULSE

Due to the nature of "poetry soundscapes", your listening expectations regarding traditionally structured "songs", sonically purified "raw wildlife soundscapes", keyboard-laden "ambient recordings" or voice-centered "readings" might not be met. You will find some of those in my list of /likes/. "Noise" is a recurring structural element like any other. This is what this sounds like - within its own rights, limitations, tangents and interconnections. Sonic structures. Silent stretches. Poetry emerges from the gaps between the ruts, seeps in from the undergrowth, sweeps down.

CARVING, CHISELLING, KNEADING, MORPHING

A quick glance into my toolshed rests on Zoom recorders, Samplitude software and a dizzying array of diverse sonic machinery.

LARGE AND SMALL GIFTS

-----------------------------
Small Gifts

the less to remember, the more to listen
gifts from the ice age reverberate
a simple story, a forest, a coastline
entangled in silence, one starts to relate
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In case you have read up to this point, you might be a sonic creator yourself. May I ask you for a helping ear? Above, there is a tiny poem of mine that I do not understand how to translate into sound. If you do - please act on it. It is a matter of common decency, of course, to keep the title (Small Gifts) and to credit the lyrics to me (jo richter). And please do notify me of your version via a soundcloud message. One bewilderingly beautiful version crafted by mono-lux has already gone public, as well as an amazing version by cthonicist.  You'll find both in my playlist Sympoetic Ultrasounds. This is just a small gift, not a challenge - life already has more than enough of those on offer, doesn't it? Treat it this way.

POETRY IS VITAL
sound, space and time
structuring impulse
carving, chiselling, kneading, morphing
large and small gifts
poetry is vital

GENERAL POLICY regarding the use of LIKES, REPOSTS and FOLLOWS:
I like what I like and want to hear again.
I only repost what I've had a hand in creating.
I follow when I see directions or arrivals I like, not when followed (though I might peek in to get an idea of what your sounds are about). I have set myself a limit of accounts I follow not to be all too overwhelmed. Not following does therefore not mean I do not appreciate what you contribute to the enjoyments of soundcloud.
Do not expect other behaviour from me.
(jo richter)

tally categorial - not for the faint of hearing

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