Ecliptic Lie -  Ahasuerus/NewPrimitive

A collaboration existing of singer-songwriter 'Ahasuerus' backed up by the 'NewPrimitive' sound.

Existing Material.
https://soundcloud.com/user-146470540      - Ahasuerusett  
https://soundcloud.com/user-944548283      - AhasuerusSefr
https://soundcloud.com/mordecai-jande-banda - Ahasuerus
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OctaveBelowRecords;
https://octavebelowrecords.bandcamp.com/track/ecliptic-lie
https://www.instagram.com/octavebelowrecords/
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCWL-vXptJuayYVyKWWECY0A
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-lyrics - Ahasuerus

Write it off
Cut the cost
Let it lie

Forget that I said it
I forgot what you did
But I lied

And I'm dedicated
to being a hypocrite
A quite committed misanthropic idiot
Fool
Run away before the fangs they bite
I've been a better man
but not tonight
just no

I'm elated
And quite sated
So I'll lie

It only meant nothing
don't let it mean something
that was a lie

And I'm dedicated
to being a hypocrite
A quite committed misanthropic idiot
Fool
Run away before the fangs they bite
I've been a better man
but not tonight
just no

Ecliptic Lie

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Ecliptic Lie - Ahasuerus

Loop 6/7 (FlyAboveTheGroove)

Sometimes

Litany Against Fear:

"I must not fear.
  Fear is the mind-killer.
  Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
  I will face my fear.
  I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
  And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
  Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
  Only I will remain."

(Frank Herbert, Dune)

In a nutshell this song is a homage to all signature post-punk I used to listen: The Cure, The Sound, Echo & the Bunnymen, Siouxsie and the Banshees, and of course Joy Division. While it sounds minimalistic, at least the guitars were really challenging for me to play (that downstroke is tough).

Originaly it was intended to be an instrumental track, but when the music was almost done, I came up with an idea to add some robotic vocals. Being a big fan of Dune universe, I found that the "Litany Against Fear" perfectly suits the changing mood of the track. And therefore everething is as it is.

As in my previous work I have used my Kolen custom Stratocaster for guitars and Roland MC-101 for synth and FX. The text was read by Google Translate (lol).

Cover art is by: https://www.pinterest.com/jenniferalethia.

Hope you're enjoy the song.

Gesserith

Naked Dance

PURE HEART Ian Parker

This is my song ' just a second time '
This is an instrumental guitar song.

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Just A Second Time

Saw the weakness of my generation. 
All enjoying a bottle or two.
And who quickly progressed from those dancing young nights and then searched till their minds were shot through.
Who are sad that they're still by the ocean? But why would that be? 
Who's castles of sand crumbled right in their hands as they entered into their thirties?
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Pitied the best minds of his generation.
And watched as they struggled to breathe.
Who has seen them descend into madness?
Stressed out from the ordinary.
Who is glad that he lives by the ocean?
Why wouldn't he be?
Who with just a bit more education. 
Could of turned into a somebody.
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
Your heads gone to pieces.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Who is sat with little miss Moffat.
Glugging down all her peaches and cream.
Who is moving on to bottles of vodka?
To get to that place more quickly. 
Who feels sad as she looks at the ocean?
And why would that be?
Who has wasted the rest and is failing the test?
Passing out never falling to sleep 
Oh, these are your days and this is your life.
So don't worry too much.
Never stood a chance right from the start.
Cos nobody told yas.
Starting drinking at Twelve. 
What did you expect?
Your heads gone to peices.
Give yourself a break and make a new start.
Before you start fading away.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake light tragedy among the scholars of war
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley death or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares alcohol and cock and endless balls
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement.


Madness, Starving, Hysterical, Naked.

Howl At Nowt

Out of my comfort zone here...


TOUCH

If you touch,
you’ll see
what the world
could mean

if you touch, you’ll feel
the hurt inside you heal
and in that sweet reveal
when all the the world is real
every touch unfolds
a hidden truth untold 
and everything you hold
will open up and grow…
if you just touch…
mmmm….
it’s just one touch…
ooooh…

if you look
you’ll see
what the world
could mean

if you look you’ll see
the subtle symmetry 
that fills the space between
the light in you and me
and when you see that hue
ignite and glow in you
it fills your field of view
till all that’s old is new…

if you just look
mmmmm…

it’s higher than your sky
no horizon span as wide
no star will burn so bright
and guide us in the night
there’s no forbidden fruit
there’s no uncharted route
no net no parachute
it’s only up to you

it’s just one look…
hmmmm…

if you hear
me now
i can tell you how…

every flake that falls
and every bird that calls
will echo through these halls
and penetrate these walls
and every sound you make
with every breath intake
will be such sweet escape
you sigh yourself awake

if you just hear… me… now…

if you just look… hmmmm….

if you just touch… hmmmmmm….

It’s just one touch….

Touch

Cross My Heart

This is a song of human oppression that has existed in our world since the beginning of time and unfortunately continues to exist to this very day.
Featuring the heartfelt vocals of Tony Mac.
Written and performed by Kluane Takhini

YouTube: https://youtu.be/7K-KpcLrWeo
Spotify:  https://open.spotify.com/track/0FAN6EF1ilODZH3zzUgcKe?si=062eed509edf4fa3
... and all other streaming platforms.

When We Were Free

song for children 24 days before Christmas

le calendrier de l avent, 24 days before Christmas.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of dreams.





Howl At Nowt

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