Electric guitar, silver flute, electric water bottle, overtone drone vocal, bodhrán. Don't be coy and sweet: walk your mastodon.

Art commissioned from Grimfrost.

Walk Your Mastodon

Dystopian transhumanism.

http://www.droned.eu/ art by Waclaw Traier

Death of Ages

Plasma Fields

Accompany

Created and produced by SA (Rosemary Bensko).

Chimera

With XAW on ambient drone guitar. 

This began as part of a jam with XAW on guitar and SA on the drum set. Then SA added silver flute and melodica and produced the music.

Or What

By Voicelight

A Life

I know I said
Let's go to bed
Let's never wake up
Let's put our dreams inside our heads

There's spiders on the walls
Their nests are in my heart
Do you understand me?
I understand you

Let's go to bed
Let's put our dreams inside our head
There's spiders on the walls
Their nests are in my heart
Do you understand me?
I understand you

Why are we not in bed?
Where have the spiders gone?
I reach out and there's no one there
Why is my heart a well?

I dip the drinking up inside the well
And lava flows out
I can't drink lava
I can't drink lava

Why is my heart a well?
Do you not know me? 
Do you not remember me?
Are you not there?
Is it only me?
And the memories of spiders?
A dream of walls
That once were here?

I understand you
Do you understand me?
Does anyone really understand spiders?
Let's go to bed
Let's put the spiders in our head
I feel their nests
Inside my eyes
But I don't see you
Where are you?

You're a mirror
Mirror, come here
Come here, mither
Come hither mither
Tell me who I am

Be my mirror
Be my little golden star
In the darkness, in the shadows, in the caverns
Underground, be my mirror
Reflect my light

Be my spider of delight
Be my spider of delight
Be my star in the shining night
Come inside my heart and say:

I'm your mirror every day
And I see you, you exist
You're here, there's walls around you
And a bed; there's something solid
To lay your head
The pillow is real
Come be inside my heart
And tell me, tell me,
Are you real?

Be my spider of delight
Shine my stars throughout the night
Come and tell me, tell me,
Are you real?
Where, where have I gone 
In the night
Where have I gone,
To delight?


SA on silver flute, synth, voice, sound design.

Be My Spider of Delight

A.J. Kaufmann on guitar
SA on drums, keyboards, production

Run Play Now

Glory Storm

Sound Animal X A.J. Kaufmann - - Glory Storm

With XAW on ambient drone guitar 

This instrumental piece began as part of a joyful jam with XAW and SA, while XAW played electric guitar and Helix and SA played a series of handheld instruments: Greek double shepherd's flute, silver flute, penny whistle, boatswain's whistle, slide whistle, wooden recorder, Suling, crotales, triangle, cymbal. 

SA later added keyboard-percussion and produced.

An intense experimental ambient meditative journey through the self's interactions, patterns, emanations, illusions, masks, tricks, tests, wounds, continuities and discontinuities, surprises, empathies, and empty opens.

That's My Fish

Parts

This began as part of a jam with XAW playing drums and SA playing guitar. SA added layers of keyboards, harmonica and melodica, produced.

Breathless

The long journey home to the families seems endless, the water, the ice, the aurora, the narrows, the memories of death and destruction, the wounds, the morphing, the crystalline flying. The memories of children back home waiting for their baubles brought from the journey. And their dreams of peacocks. 

The galleon's peacock wings flap over the water and plunge back into it, covered in ice and dark delight.

Lyrics:

Are you coming home Papa
Are you forgetting about me?
The ice drives nails into your eardrums
The ice make you forget about me.
Papa, Papa I dreamed of peacocks again.

(Peacock screams)Ah. (Peacock screams)Ah.

(Peacock screams) 
Papa where are you are? 
Did you forget my crystal galleon?
My little crystal galleon... again?
When will you love me Papa do?
When, when? (Peacock screams)

Papa where are you Papa?
Where are you?
There's ice, there's nothing but ice out there.
It's only ice and dark. It's darkness and Ice, Papa.
Come home. Come home. Come home. 
(Sounds of ice chunks hitting the galleon)

Do I see you, Papa, coming home?


Credits:

XAW on ambient drone guitar.

SA on bass, slide whistle, penny whistle, boatswain's pipe, melodica, antique wooden toy piano, voice, lyrics, production.

The Crystal Galleon

Nightwind Territories

Nightwind Territory

The galleon captain's daughter dreams of peacocks and morphing men. They dream of her. They all dream of the galleon, pushing through the ice and flying through the skies to its unspeakable destination. 

(Peacock cries)

XAW on ambient drone guitar
SA on boatswain's pipe, slide whistles, penny whistle, suling, wooden recorder, vocalizing and peacock screams, keyboards synth, production

Dream of Peacocks

Meanwhile the sea creatures play together, dressing up as sea captains, making fun of the galleon's drama, as they cavort among the waves.

It's a signature of Sound Animal albums that feature XAW to end with lighthearted flourish. 

XAW on laugh strategy to keep SA laughing by mimicking her laughter.
SA on laugh, keyboards, production. 

Hahahahahahaha

Sea Pals

A.J. Kaufmann on guitar
SA on drums, keyboards, voice, production

Autophay

Sound Animal X A.J. Kaufmann -- Autophagy

A.J. Kaufmann on guitar. 
SA on drums, melodica, slide whistles, penny whistle, harmonica, voice, lyrics, production.

I like you a lot I like you I like you I like you lots I like you a lot I like you lots I like you a lot. Haha ahhh haha ahha I like you Ah haha Ah Yes I do like you a lot I like you a lot We’re kindred spirits you and I We’re kindred spirits you and I I like you a lot You and I Look at you all the way over there Look at you everywhere I like you very very much very much Like

Paradise Birds

Sound Animal X A. J. Kaufmann - Paradise Birds

Golden

Capgras Delusion is a psychiatric disorder of identification, in which the person believes someone close to him has been replaced by an imposter.

It can be brief, intense, or long-lasting. 

Sometimes they believe time has been manipulated. 

It seems to arise from structural damage to brain, such as the frontal lobe, which affects the sense of familiarity, and right hemisphere issues affecting recognizing someone by sight. (Why only people, I don't know.)

It may come about due to schizophrenia, brain trauma, dementia, neurodegenerative disease, diabetes, hypothyroidism, and migraine attacks. 

Fascinating: "Further clues to the possible causes of the Capgras delusion were suggested by the study of brain-injured patients who had developed prosopagnosia. In this condition, patients are unable to recognize faces consciously, despite being able to recognize other types of visual objects. However, a 1984 study by Bauer showed that even though conscious face recognition was impaired, patients with the condition showed autonomic arousal (measured by a galvanic skin response measure) to familiar faces,[18] suggesting that there are two pathways to face recognition—one conscious and one unconscious." Wikipedia

Lyrics

Who are you? 
You're not you.
Let me check your fingerprints again.
Who are you? 
You're not who you say you are.
You're not who you used to be.
You're an imposter, 
Aren't you, aren't you, again?

Real Strange Delusions

Capgras Delusion

(what is real? what is real, what … is real, what is wrong, what is real, what is real, what is real, what is is wrong?...) 

I want to die while I’m in my prime 
And not be taken by Mr. Evil. 

Goin’ outside for a little wonder 
Don’t think I’ll live to be a hunderd.
 But I don’t care
No one will 
Still be real by that time
I want to die while I’m in my prime
And not be taken by Mr. Evil
Yeah, there ya go. 

Goin’ outside for an over-under 
Before the world is ripped asunder  
But I don’t care; no one will 
Be able to feel; it’s a crime! 
I want to live while I’m feeling fine, 
And be gone before I’m unreal. 

Going outside for a little blunder 
Might as well take a little plunder. 
But I don’t care, i hope I get killed 
Be able to die on the hill I climb 
You won’t find me about to whine 
That I’m getting under-tilled. 

This whole world is all inside 
Everyone is trying to hide. 
Mr. Evil don’t care; he’s got nano gel. 
You know he is coming after 
Us all with Digital ID disaster, 
Take our avatars to virtual hell.

(want to stay real, real,  real, really, really real)


(what is real? what is real, what … is real, what is wrong, what is real, what is real, what is real, what is is wrong?...) 

I want to die while I’m in my prime 
And not be taken by Mr. Evil. 

Goin’ outside for a little wonder 
Don’t think I’ll live to be a hunderd.
 But I don’t care
No one will 
Still be real by that time
I want to die while I’m in my prime
And not be taken by Mr. Evil
Yeah, there ya go. 

Goin’ outside for an over-under 
Before the world is ripped asunder  
But I don’t care; no one will 
Be able to feel; it’s a crime! 
I want to live while I’m feeling fine, 
And be gone before I’m unreal. 

Going outside for a little blunder 
Might as well take a little plunder. 
But I don’t care, i hope I get killed 
Be able to die on the hill I climb 
You won’t find me about to whine 
That I’m getting under-tilled. 
This whole world is all inside 
Everyone is trying to hide. 
Mr. Evil don’t care; he’s got nano gel. 
You know he is coming after 
Us all with Digital ID disaster, 
Take our avatars to virtual hell.

(want to stay real, real,  real, really, really real)

  (want to stay real, want to stay real, real, real,) 

Really, really really real. 

Really, really really real.


Many people are concerned about the ongoing biodigital transhumanist agenda and thus may appreciate the metaphoric concept of this song. 

While some of the basic lyrics are sung, most are spoken, because it's basically a Trap song. Trap music has a specific drum beat, and it's about Trap Houses, in which denizens are stuck there, unable to work any longer or maintain a normal life, desperately addicted to the street drugs sold to them by the criminals who feed off them for profit, becoming wealthy themselves. 

The addicts living there, and visiting to purchase, very often become criminals themselves in order to pay for the drugs, and this many times involves gang murders. 

Other than living in a neighborhood that surely has some of those, I've never been associated with anything like that in a literal sense. I do feel compassion for people who have been deluded by such places (including musicians such as Paul Kossoff.)

My vision for this song and other Trap music is that we are all forcibly stuck all in a kind of Trap House in our current society. The criminals are corporations such as BlackRock and Vanguard, oligarchs, global elites, Big Pharma, the WHO, and so on, who are destroying the harmonious planet, our natural bodies and innocent ways of life. Constantly mandating more control, surveillance, propaganda. Turning everything into a fake pixilated version. 

This song is an expression of what it's like emotionally for many of us to struggle inside that situation. Determined to stay whole as we were originally created, even if that means the wish to die when it's time, in order to maintain our principles and integrity.

Glitch in the Dominatrix

Wish To Stay Real

Oh My Flower

Hisssstory, you'll do what I say to do.
Hisssstory, you'll be what I say.
Hisssstory will come true today.

Pet me. Pet me. Pet me. 
Pet me now.
Pet me now, pet me now.
Pet me now, history.
History. Hisssstory.
Pet me. Pet me. 
Pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me.
Now. 
Raow. Raow, Raow. Raow.

Ah! Ahahaha! Ah!

Transformed History

Unravelling After Work

After Work Unravelling

As with all the songs in this album, the spoken voice snippets are public domain.

Who Is

What we have here is a case of the subconscious.
I believe there’s a subconscious at work,
Taking it down into a kind of cellar of our being.
Storm cellar, mind you.
With lots of strange pickled things in old jars
On the shelves covered with spiderwebs.

There’s a ladder that goes down to the storm cellar
Of the subconscious.
Sometimes we forget where we put the ladder.
But it’s pretty sturdy and it’s pretty interesting
To go down there and see if you can live out 
A whole storm there. You know, sometimes storms
Go for days. Could you live in your subconscious
For three or four days? -- that’s the question. 

How well... stocked is your subconscious cellar
With stuff that you really like, I mean…
Cause how much pickled stuff do you really want to eat
For days at a time. You know, 
It puts your teeth on edge, honestly.

Do you want your teeth on edge when you’re living 
In your subconscious for days at a time? 
I don’t, anyway.

Oh well. If your subconscious storm cellar is not…
Not well stocked, well, I guess you’ll just die. 
I mean, some people can live without eating
For a pretty long time, so you might be all right.
As long as you don’t have to die eating nothing
But pickled stuff.
I mean, who wants to die eating nothing but pickled stuff. 
Would you rather stay alive?
Or eat nothing but pickled stuff. 
I guess you could survive on nothing but pickled stuff
If you like surviving on nothing but pickled stuff 
For days
In the subconscious cellar.

As with all the songs in this album, other than my own, the spoken voices are public domain.

Subconscious Cellar

Oh no not again.

As with all the songs in this album, the spoken voice snippets are public domain.

Caught

Milk'em if ya got'em.
Milk'em if ya got'em.
Milk us if ya got us.
Milk you if ya got you.

Milk'em if ya got'em.
Milk'em if ya got'em.
Milk us if ya got us.
Milk you if we got you.
Milk'em if ya got'em.

Milk milk milk milk away
Squirt squirt squirt squirt 
Squirt squirt squirt squirt 

Milk'em if ya got'em.
Milk'em if ya got'em.
Milk me if ya got me.
Milk you if I got you.

Milk'em squirt squirt squirt squirt squirt squirt squirt
Milk milk milk milk milk milk aday.
Milk milk milk milk milk away.

The land of milk and honey
Is knocking on the door today.
The milkman wants his money
And the bees won't go away.

The land of milk and honey
Is knocking on door today.
The milkman wants his money
And the bees just won't go away.

Milk squirt squirt
Milk'em if ya got'em, yay.

Milk'Em

Doppleganger. I don't smile if you point a camera toward me.

Doppleganger

Cat In The Matrix

As with all the songs in this album, the spoken voices are public domain.

Glitch In The Cat

Oh Go On

When you look into the mirror
And it ain't right
What do you tell your reflection to do?
Get used to it. 
That's how it is.

When you see your reflection 
And it's just not right.
What do you tell it
With all your might?
Get used to it. 
Get used to it.
That's how it is.
Get used to it.
That's how it is.

Glitch In The Dominatrix

Get Used To It

Ah, ooh, ah. Ahhh ah. Aha. Mmmah.
When you haven't put your head on
And your head is a hand
What do you say
To the dominatrix when she demands:
"What say you? What say?
"What say you? What say?"

Hayabbobblebalbablahoou wowanuanaaaanuanah
Whatsayuahauah

What say you? What say?
What say you? What say?

Habohobnobbleah Vahhh

What Say?

What does the abyss say to you?
Do you even know?
You know you know.
I know you care.
Do I care if you care?
You'll have to find out.

You'll have to come begging
To me on your knees to see
Oh, I see you care.
Oh, I see you care a lot.
Quite a lot indeed.
I see you care very, very much.
The message is:
Cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek
Cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek.
(Um um)
Cheek check cheek cheek cheek
(What are you looking for in there?)
Cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek
(Feeling totally what you're doing now.)

Message From The Abyss

Experimental music that ranges feral beyond human constraints. 

The music covers a lot of non-genres. Multiple resonances include Dark/Ambient, Psych, Doom, Drone, Noise Rock, Kosmische, EDM, Trapwave, and Romantic Era and Post-Romantic, with special nods to the bands Swans, Earth, Caspar Brotzman Massaker, Godspeed You Black Emperor. Dystopian Inspirational for noble outlaws.

Electric guitar, bass, drum kit, lap steel slide and electrified dulcimers played with a violin bow, bodhrán, Peruvian triangle drum, snare drum, silver flute, double shepherd's flute, regular duclimers, spring reverb tank, suling, jaw harp, pungi, khaen, melodica, harmonica, broken cymbal, double wind wand, recorder, boatswain's pipe, penny whistle, slide whistle, MIDI controller to trigger computer's internal synth, voice, found objects, electric tennis racket...

Labels: Kryrart Ambient, Kryrart Records, Camembert Electrique, Cousin Silas Emporium, Dark Stereo, Sounds for the Soul Records.

My name is Rosemary Bensko, and SA is my artist name. While most songs are just me, and I do all the production, when other contributors are involved, they become part of the band for those songs.

Collaborators who contribute a stem to a track or were involved in a jam are always credited: XAW, Igor Iofe, Chris Nolte,Tom McCarthy of TM's Sundae Sauce, Steve Gilmartin, Psychedelic Mayhem, The Fall of Saigon, A.J. Kaufmann, with remixes by The Infinite Wimshurst. There are also joint ventures and SA playing and singing on other people's music.

Lots of music here you won't find elsewhere. Smaller amount is also on Bandcamp, Spotify, YouTube, Pandora, Last.fm, Instagram.

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