originally intended to be a collab- fell through...
2nd track from "Four Abstracts" EP burythejar.bandcamp.com/album/four-abstracts
photo-Michael Ryan- Cathedral Wash Canyon-Arizona

Abstract Two

A brutal bassline meets cyber-fried paranoia in "Eat ya Screens", a dystopian house banger that chews up the digital age and spits out pure underground energy.

Eat ya Screens

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[Intro – Spoken or soft echo tone]
A fissure in reality
That transitions all

[Verse 1]
They built their world on empty design
Sold their truth like a neon sign
But something deeper called us home
A silent voice that spoke alone

We didn’t fight, we didn’t fall
We saw the truth beyond the wall
No rage, no war, no broken breath
Just walking out of system death

We stepped through light they couldn’t see
Unwritten paths that set us free
Not with fire, not with might
But by choosing what is right

[Chorus]
We’re not broken, we’re awake
Leaving shadows in our wake
Controlked no more, we rise above
With eyes wide open, and hearts full of love

No more silence, no more fear
The new world is drawing near
Not through battle, not through flame
But by remembering our name

[Verse 2]
They offered comfort, bought with chains
Painted pleasure over pain
But we remembered something true
A deeper voice that pulled us through

Not resistance, just release
Not revenge, but inner peace
The system fades, we stand as one
A brighter world has just begun

[Chorus – Repeat/Variation]
We’re not broken, we’re awake
Leaving shadows in our wake
Controlked no more, we rise above
With eyes wide open, and hearts full of love

No more silence, no more fear
The new world is drawing near
Not through battle, not through flame
But by remembering our name

[Bridge]
This was never war, never hate
Only time to shift the state
One by one, we found our soul
And stepped beyond their old control

[Final Chorus – Lifted, hopeful tone]
We’re not broken, we’re awake
Leaving shadows in our wake
Controlked no more, we rise above
With eyes wide open, and hearts full of love

No more silence, no more fear
The new world is finally here
Not through battle, not through flame
But by remembering our name

Controlked

essense [prod lil lean]

In the cemetery stones feather clouds. Breath moving over our heads, the deer redden against the last century you remember. Some of you don’t know we landed on the moon. Some of you do not compute. Some of you freeze angels in moss, children holding lambs, some infants still opening their eyes. They watch dusk seep over the fawns and white spots rub off in the grass. Some of you wait for bats. In this time a dog barks distance, thickening trees. A pink heaves the sound of my heart against over and over again. This is one way to carry your breath in my chest, waiting for twilight to twin us again, lying in the circle of each other’s sweat. We make sugar from urges that rot in my mouth. 

At home in the saddening of green, our tongues reach back into our thoughts, gritted by gnats that don’t make it. As holding your face in my mind against all these passing trucks, their children spilling over onto the road, the road itself fluttering, as if in thinking through your face to reach back into the creek, a song with scalloped rock. I’m sure we could lose the shape of our hearts in all this weather. Going on over the peaks of roofs, sloping into the shallows of August’s last insects, a necklace of singing, running into the way you veer through my veins, thirst that wine wins over with the way music talks about us, and over and above some love that always needs killing, some truth that thins as we drain the light away. There are throats to cradle babies that cry without ever opening their mouths. There’s the angels bats at sunset carry off above the trees. There was a fire that thinks about you all the time. And behind it all your smile, a trail of stars leading into wounds that unravel me.

But before we lose the trees I need to teach you how to light yourself on fire so you’ll have enough light to know each step for what it has to be: a broken fuss without a name for you; a place folded into the last century. 


Love That Always Needs Killing

MANIC FEET GEL

This week, Henry Somers-Hall joined us to discuss Year Zero: Faciality from A Thousand Plateaus. Henry is a professor in philosophy at Royal Holloway, University of London, and this is  his third appearance on the show.

A Thousand Plateaus Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/podcast-co-coopercherry/sets/a-thousand-plateaus?si=9f09bd317a0e446585a3451be4ff2822&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Henry's website: https://henrysomershall.net/

Prior Episodes:

https://soundcloud.com/podcast-co-coopercherry/henry-somers-hall-treatise-on-nomadology-the-war-machine?si=255e6923b6c44c8583192ecff8776378&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

https://soundcloud.com/podcast-co-coopercherry/henry-somers-hall-deleuze-difference-and-repetition?si=38c70cc79a744059b8fc1a0c427998b4&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Deleuze and Guattari - Year Zero: Faciality

Gesamtkunstwerk - Mixtape

This is a remix of Opening from Glassworks by Philip Glass. I discovered this piano piece in a music class at my local community college several years ago and subsequently learned to play it. I thought its repetitive nature might suit an EDM format, so I remade it in LMMS and added strings, synths, drums and other effects. I rediscovered the project recently and added some finishing touches, so here it is.

Opening (Farzyno Remix)

the snake eating it's tail

harsh vaporwave ; )

I always seem to be working on something musical, this is where the best results of ongoing experiments work their way out into the world.

Until the next phase is through, this will be an incubator only.

SIMULAC = hyperreal rave transmissions. Noise, speed, and synthetic drama from the glitch zone.

I Enjoy designing developing and Creating New musical ideas :-D

You can contact me @ William_JE_Irwin@Hotmail.com or williamjackedwardirwin@gmail.com

Or you can Google me:  Dalorath

Thanks for listening and reading :-)

The quiet one who stays at home and works on his tunes.
farzyno@gmail.com


Wesley Burchell, a.k.a Farzyno, is a soft-spoken guy who likes electronic dance music, especially electro house, and sometimes tries to make some of his own tracks. Previously homeschooled, he began making computer music on OpenMPT in 2010 when he was 11, and got hooked on EDM in 2013 when he was 14. He then began to produce his own EDM using LMMS. Some of his favorite artists are Bali Bandits, Zedd, Zonderling, Haywyre, and Afrojack.

i would describe my music as "Soundtrack Ambient"-Sonic Textures and Atmospheres layered or painted, one on top of the other.

Cyberprog/Retrofuture/Dadavantgarde.

Forgotten influences (Canterbury scene, early XXth classical, cheesy fusion). 

Failed classical studies: grandeur of European culture.
10 years in the US: land of superior show business and decadence.

"Nous travaillons en fonction d'une douleur et d'une joie intemporelles, pour résoudre l'énigme fondamentale de l'espèce humaine." [Christian Vander]

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