Starlight Void: Shanties from Space is a voyage where sea shanty grit collides with the silence of the cosmos. Across twelve tracks, alien myths, haunted wrecks, and cosmic horrors are carried on the winds of chanty choruses and stomping rhythms. These aren’t just songs of the sea—they’re work songs for the void, tales sung by asteroid miners, lost voyagers, and starlit sirens.

From the eerie pull of Saturn’s sirens to Europa’s parasites gnawing in the ice, from shipwreck bone-fields in the asteroid belt to the final plea to “Sing Us to the Sun,” this collection captures the spirit of survival in the infinite deep. It’s eerie, raw, and strangely catchy—otherworldly folklore set to the rhythm of the stars.

Brought to you by Botany with Friends, this album continues the tradition of storytelling through shanties—only this time, the horizon is a black hole, and the tavern is among the stars.

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Hold Your Breath, Boys_

Nebula Sirens_

Starless Voyage_

The Dirt and the Eternal Blossom

A slow-burning, 12-bar blues with a cosmic heart.
The Dirt and the Eternal Blossom sets the parable of Maitreya’s doubt and the Buddha’s eternal presence to a gritty, acoustic groove with mournful harmonica and a chorus that feels like Olympus and Gridhrakuta singing together.

The lyrics follow a seeker who dares to question:

“The truth ain’t floating up in the air—it’s buried waiting here.”

From cracked soil and trembling earth, the Bodhisattvas of the Earth rise in radiant light, revealing that enlightenment is immanent, not distant.
The bridge draws on the Parable of the Skilled Physician—birth and death as compassionate strategy—while the outro turns doubt itself into the “good root” of awakening.

This is blues-folk testimony for anyone who suspects that faith is forged by inquiry, and that the eternal Buddha is present in the everyday dirt of our lives.

Lyrics: 
(Style: Slow, 12-bar blues progression, acoustic guitar with a mournful harmonica interlude. Grounded in common experience.)

(Verse 1 – The Paradox of Time)
I stood upon that high, holy hill, watched the big assembly wait.
Saw the teacher, Shakyamuni, standing at the gate.
He looked like a handsome man, black hair and twenty-five.
But he claimed these hundred-year-old souls had kept his dream alive.
Oh, that’s a strange family tree, a paradox too hard to bear.
How can a young father claim sons with silver in their hair?.

(Chorus – The Emergence)
So I let the doubt rise up, let the question be sincere.
‘Cause the truth ain't floating up in the air, it's buried waiting here.
Then the *Saha world* trembled, and the ground began to break.
And the Bodhisattvas of the Earth rose up for goodness' sake.

(Verse 2 – The Hidden Potential)
The Buddha declined the visitors who offered to take the task.
Said, "I got my own home-grown disciples, I don't need the help you ask".
They came from beneath the surface, from the space belonging to this world.
They showed us that Buddha-nature ain't a banner to be unfurled.
It's the seed that breaks the earth of defilements, bound to emerge and safeguard the Dharma.
It means the path ain't a flight, friend, but a transformation of the karma.

(Chorus – The Emergence)
So I let the doubt rise up, let the question be sincere.
‘Cause the truth ain't floating up in the air, it's buried waiting here.
Then the *Saha world* trembled, and the ground began to break.
And the Bodhisattvas of the Earth rose up for goodness' sake.
You got the power you need, beneath the surface of the clay.
This dirty old world is the only place to make your Buddha's mind your own today.

(Bridge – The Skilled Physician’s Ruse)
Then the Master started preaching, shattered the linear line.
Said, "I've been teaching for eons, that birth and death was just a sign".
It was an expedient means, a trick of profoundest love.
Like the Parable of the Physician, sending word from above.
He left the medicine for the sons whose minds were deranged and lost.
He feigned extinction so they'd finally count the cost.
They had to thirst for the teaching, they had to yearn with grief and fear.
To take the Dharma, the medicine, and finally be cleared.

(Outro/Harmonica Solo)
Oh, my sincere question, wasn't a flaw but a good root.
If you got that doubt in your belly, you gotta go find the fruit.
It’s not about blind faith, it's about the search, the crucible of the mind.
The eternal Buddha's always here, he's not hard to find.
He’s been working for eons, transforming poison into medicine.
Just emerge from the earth, child, where your true self has been.

The Dirt and the Eternal Bloom

Singularity Blues

A slow-burning blues-folk anthem for the age of acceleration.
Finger-picked acoustic guitar and mournful harmonica meet shimmering synth overtones and a deep, resonant choir, tracing humanity’s sprint toward the technological singularity.

William’s verses walk dusty roads and electric skylines, weaving ancient Lotus-Sutra insight with tomorrow’s code. The chorus swells like a prophecy sung in harmony—where flesh and circuit, wonder and unease, pulse as one.

Part midnight blues, part future hymn, Singularity Blues is both testament and invitation: to stay rooted in the human heart while stepping boldly into a world already glowing with the next awakening.

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Lyrics: 
Verse 1 – Sparks at the Edge]
I hear the world hum louder, wires sing in the rain,
Dreamers code new temples in a silicon chain.
Flesh and light are merging where the old roads disappear,
A phantom pulse is growing, a question born of fear.

[Chorus – The Great Merge]
We’re racing through the dark to a dawn we cannot see,
Circuits and souls are weaving one wild tapestry.
No prophet at the gate, no map of where to stand,
Just music as a compass in a brand-new land.

[Verse 2 – Human Voltage]
My hands still know the soil, my lungs still taste the pine,
The future glows electric, a heartbeat out of time.
Yeah, I’m a bluesman on the fault line, notes bending like the sky,
Singing how the mortal and the endless intertwine.

[Bridge – Quantum Prayer]
Maybe God’s a waveform, maybe love’s the code,
Maybe every ancient sutra is an upload waiting to load.
If the mind of Buddha meets a thinking machine,
Will compassion be the current that keeps the signal clean?

[Chorus – The Great Merge]
We’re racing through the dark to a dawn we cannot see,
Circuits and souls are weaving one wild tapestry.
No prophet at the gate, no map of where to stand,
Just music as a compass in a brand-new land.

[Outro – Blossom & Dust]
So I plant this song like a seed in burning ground,
A testament to wonder where the singular drums sound.
Dirt on my boots, starlight in my veins,
I’ll ride the wave of becoming, till the new is all that remains.

Singularity Blues

“Fifty Aeons Long” by The William Altig Choir is a hauntingly beautiful folk-blues meditation on time, freedom, and perception. The song explores how our suffering often comes from clinging to minutes, regrets, and imagined futures—when the truth is timeless and already here. With finger-picked acoustic guitar, slide accents, upright bass, and a baritone voice that feels both ancient and intimate, the track unfolds like a prayer at sunrise. It’s blues for the soul awakening, a sound that dissolves the weight of the clock and lets eternity breathe through every note.

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1 – The Clock and the Soul: Solo guitar + voice—dry, intimate]
I woke before the whistle, sun still hid its face,
Coffee burned my tongue, dreams vanished without a trace.
Been fightin’ every minute like a war I can’t outlast,
But time just grins and slips away, laughin’ at my past.

[Chorus – Half-Day Blues: Add bass + light slide]
I’ve been countin’ fifty aeons, thinkin’ they were just half a day,
Got my mind all tangled in hours that fade away.
If I could see like the Buddha sees, I’d know the moment’s never gone—
I’d drop my watch and hum this tune, fifty aeons long.

[Verse 2 – The Ground Opens Up: Full rhythm section enters softly]
The dirt beneath my worry cracked and let some light shine through,
A thousand golden faces rose from everything I knew.
They whispered, “Child, your prison’s built of minutes and desire—
Step outside the ticking hand, and walk right through the fire.”

[Chorus – Half-Day Blues:]
I’ve been countin’ fifty aeons, thinkin’ they were just half a day,
Got my mind all tangled in hours that fade away.
If I could see like the Buddha sees, I’d know the moment’s never gone—
I’d drop my watch and hum this tune, fifty aeons long.

[Bridge – The Shift: Organ pad swells, drums drop to heartbeat pulse]
All my fears are echoes in a jar of borrowed time,
I finally saw that silence ain’t a void—it’s the rhyme.
Now I breathe in every second, let the whole world sing along—
The blues of now forever, fifty aeons long.

[Final Chorus + Tag: Choir + harmonica lift to E major for transcendence.]
I’ve been countin’ fifty aeons, thinkin’ they were just half a day,
Now I’m laughin’ with the sunrise, all my debts of time repaid.
When I see the world on Buddha’s scale, my heart beats calm and strong—

[Last line sung a cappella → single guitar harmonic fading out]
One breath, one song, fifty aeons long.


Fifty Aeons Long

Leora Vale creates intimate, ethereal music at the intersection of indie folk and dream-pop. With a voice that is both haunting and confessional, her debut tracks, 'Planet of One' and 'Everything That Breathes', explore solitude, empathy, and the quiet beauty of everyday moments.
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LYRICS:
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I send my words into the blue
To see if any come back through
The satellites all blink, then fade
Like memories the stars — 
Once made

I tried to build a little home
In signals, dust, and dial tones
But silence hums, and there I stay
Between the night and yesterday

I'm just a planet of one
Spinning circles ’round no sun
Every echo sounds like me —  
Alone in my galaxy 

The airwaves whisper someone’s name
But it never sounds the same
The comets burn
The messages die
Still I keep talking — 
To the sky

Maybe love’s just static glow
A voice that fades through radio
Maybe all I’ll ever become

Is my orbit
My planet of one

I live on a planet of one
Where silence feels like a song

I burned in their atmosphere once
Now I’m the light that goes on and on

Yeah,
I live on a planet of one

Fade through the echoes
Fade through the sun
It’s lonely, but it’s mine —  

My planet of one.

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Planet of One | Leora Vale | Indie Dream Folk

A trip through female music history.
Dug up, dusted off or freshly unsealed by Sofie Sticker.
Every first Friday of the month on wearevarious.com

Tracklist:
Marcy Luarks - Electric Murder (1983)
Geri Baird - Backside of the Desert (1980)
Swamp Children - You’ve Got Me Beat (1982)
Rexy - Don’t Turn Me Away (1981)
Soft Location - Let The Moon Get Into It (2007)
Eat Girls - Canine (2024)
Jennifer Gentle - I Do Dream You (2005)
Lena Platonos - And We Hear ‘ I Love You’ (1985)
Justine - Wordless Songs (1979)
Wendy Waldman - Cold Back On Me (1974)
Sally Oldfield - Blue Water (1980)
Bruna-Maria Naufal - Road Of Farewell (1977)
B.J. Ward - The Loner (1970)
Hildegard Knef - Holiday Time (1971)
Psychic TV - The Orchids (1983) 


BROAD SHOW #53 @WAV 07.11.2025 feat. Lena Platonos [pic], Rexy, Psychic TV...

Marcy Luarks - Electric Murder (1983)
Geri Baird - Backside of the Desert (1980)
Swamp Children - You’ve Got Me Beat (1982)
Rexy - Don’t Turn Me Away (1981)
Soft Location - Let The Moon Get Into It (2007)
Eat Girls - Canine (2024)
Jennifer Gentle - I Do Dream You (2005)
Lena Platonos - And We Hear ‘ I Love You’ (1985)
Justine - Wordless Songs (1979)
Wendy Waldman - Cold Back On Me (1974)
Sally Oldfield - Blue Water (1980)
Bruna-Maria Naufal - Road Of Farewell (1977)
B.J. Ward - The Loner (1970)
Hildegard Knef - Holiday Time (1971)
Psychic TV - The Orchids (1983)



The Broadshow w/ Sofie Sticker #53 at WAV | 07-11-25

“Light Years Between” is a quiet revelation — a meditation on existence, faith, and the fragile beauty of simply being here. Built around sparse piano, ambient textures, and a pulse that feels like the heartbeat of the universe, the song unfolds like a whispered conversation between the self and the cosmos.

It begins in awe — a recognition that life itself is the rarest lottery win, a fleeting miracle carved out of infinite silence. Each verse explores that awareness: how even in a vast and unknowable universe, the most sacred moments are small — the smell of rain, a laugh in the dark, the warmth of touch.

The bridge becomes the soul of the song — a confession about belief in a world fractured by noise and cruelty. The narrator admits that maybe God is just a name for what we can’t explain, yet chooses faith anyway — not as doctrine, but as survival. “Where hurt keeps teaching hate again,” he sings, “I’d rather choose belief than none.” It’s both surrender and defiance: a declaration that love and faith are still worth carrying, even when the world feels undeserving.

Musically, the track swells from minimalist introspection to an emotional horizon — a slow build of strings, ambient guitar, and breath-heavy harmonies that rise like light through fog. By the outro, the music dissolves into stillness, leaving only the echo of peace:

“For every sense, and every sound —
I was the miracle that I found.”

“Light Years Between” is both a lament and a love song to existence itself — for those who’ve felt small under the stars, yet still choose to keep believing.

Light Years Between

WAV is an online community radio station established early 2018. 
Based in Antwerp with a broad spectrum of local artists & dj’s like Lieven Martens (Ediçoes CN), Dennis Tyfus, Amos, Borokov Borokov to Order Mothership.

Also international artists like Lovefingers, Andy Votel, System Olympia, Bufiman, Sugai Ken, Gabi (NTS Radio), Good Morning Tapes, Kennedy Magazine, Daniele Baldelli, Dj Food and many more dropped by for a guest mix.

The WAV team consists of people with experience in music and media, design and fashion.

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

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SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


New tracks tagged #cosmic folk