Fallen Angels

four walls

“The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.”  ― Sylvia Plath

Track list and start times:
00:00  Dionisaf – Fountain of Desires
06:03  eumourner – The Oval Scream
14:21  KapTep – A Pattern to My Scars (Fumana Remix)
18:46  Mark Harwood – Scene VIII
22:30  Alessandro Barbanera – Good Old Floating Stone
26:55  fr0ggy5 – rain at night thru the open window cause good sleep and nice dream
28:05  Mark Harris – Approaching Tide - Heacham 1973
32:58  Night Note – the moon touched the earth
38:40  Terry Mullett – shadow in shade (naviarhaiku618)
42:28  Snowman Lost His Head – Llum recollida amb les mans (naviarhaiku620)
45:50  Porn Sword Tobacco – C1
52:44  Arash Akbari – III
58:49  Atticus Ross – Disillusion (from ‘Dispatches from Elsewhere’)
1:03:20  eumourner – Gargoyle II. Hatred in Stone
1:12:03  Laurent Pernice – Zombie
1:19:04  Taylor Deupree & Zimoun – Deviation IV
1:25:55  Jean-Claude Risset – Songes
1:34:40  Cousin Silas & Mint Deluxe – A Veil Of Tiers
1:41:24  Atticus Ross – The Architect (from ‘Dispatches from Elsewhere’)
1:47:29  fr0ggy5 – and we all rush madly toward the future
1:49:20  ausgesuchtestenohren - From an Old Tape (Uncanny) (excerpt)
1:54:18  Leslie Keffer – Invocation
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Image: Lexica.art


Eclectic current – The night the moon touched the earth

이 노래는 최전선에서 일하는 사람들 — 구급대원, 군인, 경찰 등 — 의 거칠고 깊은 감정이 깃든 이야기를 담고 있습니다. 이들은 매일 생명이 머리카락 한 올에 달린 듯한 순간들과 마주합니다. 가사는 그들의 일 중 가장 고통스러운 순간을 포착합니다. 바로 누군가가 다시는 집으로 돌아오지 못한다는 현실과 맞서야 하는 그 순간입니다. 받지 못한 전화, 기다리는 어머니나 연인, 그리고 지갑 속 두 아이의 사진은 강렬하고 차가운 무력감과 인간의 연약함을 만들어냅니다.

노래는 전투 후의 적막함, 다른 사람을 살리기 위해 애쓰는 이들이 느끼는 정신적 고통을 강조하며, 단 한 통의 부재중 전화가 한 가족의 세상을 영원히 바꿀 수 있음을 보여줍니다. 이것은 상실, 책임, 봉사의 무게, 그리고 큰 대가를 가진 조용한 영웅심에 대한 발라드입니다.

이 노래는 여러 언어 버전으로 제공됩니다. 듣고 싶다면 제 SoundCloud, YouTube 채널 또는 denis82cz.eu 웹사이트에서 확인하실 수 있습니다.

엄마가 전화할 때

A música conta uma história crua e profundamente emocional de pessoas que trabalham na linha de frente — socorristas, soldados ou policiais — e que enfrentam diariamente momentos em que a vida por pouco não escapa. A letra captura o instante mais doloroso de seu trabalho: o momento em que precisam encarar a realidade de que alguém jamais voltará para casa. O motivo do telefone que não é atendido, da mãe ou parceira que espera, e da foto de duas crianças na carteira cria uma atmosfera poderosa e arrepiante de impotência e fragilidade humana.

A canção destaca o silêncio após a batalha, a dor psicológica daqueles que tentam salvar os outros e mostra como uma única chamada perdida pode mudar para sempre o mundo de toda uma família. É uma balada sobre perda, responsabilidade, o peso do serviço e o heroísmo silencioso que, no entanto, tem um preço alto.

Esta música está disponível em várias versões de idiomas. Se quiser ouvi-las, você pode encontrá-las no meu SoundCloud, no meu canal do YouTube ou no site denis82cz.eu.

Quando a mãe ligar

تروي الأغنية قصة خامّة وعميقة المشاعر لأشخاص يعملون في الخطوط الأمامية — المسعفون، الجنود أو أفراد الشرطة — ويواجهون يوميًا لحظات تكون فيها الحياة معلّقة بخيط رفيع. تلتقط الكلمات أصعب لحظة في عملهم: تلك اللحظة التي عليهم فيها مواجهة حقيقة أنّ شخصًا ما لن يعود إلى منزله أبدًا. إنّ فكرة الهاتف الذي لم يُجَب عليه، والأم أو الشريكة التي تنتظر، وصورة طفلين داخل المحفظة، تخلق جوًا قويًا وباردًا يملؤه العجز وهشاشة الإنسان.

تُبرز الأغنية صمت ما بعد المعركة، والألم النفسي الذي يشعر به من يحاولون إنقاذ الآخرين، وتُظهر كيف يمكن لمكالمة فائتة واحدة أن تغيّر عالم أسرةٍ كاملة إلى الأبد. إنها بالاد عن الفقدان، والمسؤولية، وثقل الواجب، والبطولة الصامتة التي تحمل معها ثمنًا باهظًا.

هذه الأغنية متوفرة بعدة نسخ لغوية. إذا رغبت في الاستماع إليها، يمكنك العثور عليها في حسابي على SoundCloud، أو على قناتي في YouTube، أو على موقع denis82cz.eu.

عندما تتصل الأم

Continued...

The Lighthouse was a deep-space station made up of huge, linked structures and located about ten billion kilometres from Earth. As a result of wars and economic collapse it serviced fewer ships than it had been designed for, so few these days that most of its two-hundred strong crew were kept comatose in several deep sleep facilities. They were revived periodically, ostensibly in order to check systems and maintain physical condition, but more important was the prevention of deep psychosis that could occur during extended coma-sleep. The whole crew was only woken when a ship was due to arrive.

The section of the vast structure that Jamilah and Rob needed to reach was one that held several crew quarters and the huge, humming structure that housed the systems and servers that made up CyDar. Spinning slowly to create life-giving gravity, the structure was honeycombed by a series of mag-lev platforms that transported them to the designated area of damage in just under five minutes. The door was secure and the view through the doorscreen showed nothing.

“Cydar, please pressurise sections forty-three A through forty-three D.”

There was a long pause.

“I am unable to comply, Captain Hurford. That section is offline.”

They cut their comms and made faceplate contact.

“What the hell, Rob? How much damage would that take? We’d see something, surely?”

“Maybe. CyDar would have responded differently. She’s being deliberately vague, buying time perhaps. Let’s go in.”

They entered the suspect section, sealing the door behind them. To their left was a long row of general storage bays, built onto the interior wall of the hull. They had only travelled about forty metres along the corridor when the reason for the damage report became apparent. The door to area forty-three nineteen was warped, scorched and hanging from one hinge.

“CyDar, you seeing this?”

“Affirmative, Captain McCullen. It appears to have been burst open from the inside. There is apparent heat damage. Not a meteorite, that would have penetrated further.”

“Agreed. It would probably have gone right through the station.”

They reached the door and looked into the bay. A blackened, scored tubular object about two metres long was buried in the deck at an angle. A ring of extendable spokes had stopped it penetrating any further, bending the plates into a shallow crater. Half way up, a section of the tube was hanging open.

Jamilah pointed up, past the tube.

“Look at that. It punched through the hull and then stopped dead. Definitely not space debris.”

“No, it’s some sort of drone. Not one I’ve seen before, either. And it had a cargo.”

“An armed passenger, by the look of that door.” She inspected the tube interior and the floor below it. “There appear to be connecting points inside… No organic matter anywhere. I think it must be robotic.”

“CyDar, some form of AI has invaded The Lighthouse. We are unsure of its nature, but it may be capable of deadly force.” There was silence. “CyDar, can you hear me?”

“I have located the intruder, Captains.” There was a long pause. “It has invaded my central core. It is with me.” 


to be continued......

(c) iamacamera 2022

Image: Lexica.art

Incident On Deck Forty-Three: Part 2

Песня рассказывает грубую, глубоко эмоциональную историю людей, которые работают на передовой — спасателей, солдат или полицейских — и ежедневно сталкиваются с моментами, когда жизнь висит на волоске. Текст передаёт самый тяжёлый момент их работы: миг, когда им приходится принять реальность, что кто-то больше никогда не вернётся домой. Мотив непринятого звонка, ожидающей матери или партнёрши и фотографии двух детей в кошельке создаёт мощную, холодящую атмосферу беспомощности и человеческой хрупкости.

Песня подчёркивает тишину после борьбы, душевную боль тех, кто пытается спасать других, и показывает, как один пропущенный звонок может навсегда изменить мир целой семьи. Это баллада о потере, ответственности, тяжести службы и о тихом героизме, который, однако, имеет высокую цену.

Эта песня доступна в нескольких языковых версиях. Если вы хотите их послушать, вы найдёте их на моём SoundCloud, на моём YouTube-канале или на сайте denis82cz.eu.

Когда позвонит мама

השיר מספר סיפור גולמי ועמוק רגשית על אנשים העובדים בחזית — צוותי הצלה, חיילים או שוטרים — ומתמודדים מדי יום עם רגעים שבהם החיים תלויים על חוט דק. הטקסט מתאר את הרגע הקשה ביותר בעבודתם: הרגע שבו הם נאלצים להתמודד עם המציאות שמישהו כבר לעולם לא יחזור הביתה. המוטיב של שיחה שלא נענתה, אם או בת זוג שממתינות, ותמונה של שני ילדים בארנק — כל אלה יוצרים אווירה חזקה ומצמררת של חוסר אונים ושבריריות אנושית.

השיר מדגיש את השתיקה שלאחר המאבק, את הכאב הנפשי של מי שמנסים להציל אחרים, ומראה כיצד שיחה אחת שלא נענתה יכולה לשנות לנצח את עולמה של משפחה שלמה. זו בלדה על אובדן, אחריות, נטל השירות ועל גבורה שקטה — שגובה מחיר כבד.

השיר זמין במספר גרסאות שפה. אם תרצו להאזין להן, תוכלו למצוא אותן ב־SoundCloud שלי, בערוץ ה־YouTube שלי או באתר denis82cz.eu.

כשאמא תתקשר

Sången berättar en rå och djupt känslosam historia om människor som arbetar i frontlinjen — räddningspersonal, soldater eller poliser — och som varje dag möter ögonblick då livet hänger på en skör tråd. Texten fångar den tyngsta stunden i deras arbete: ögonblicket då de måste möta verkligheten att någon aldrig kommer hem igen. Motivet med ett samtal som inte besvaras, en väntande mamma eller partner och ett foto av två barn i plånboken skapar en stark, kylig atmosfär av maktlöshet och mänsklig sårbarhet.

Sången betonar tystnaden efter kampen, den psykiska smärtan hos dem som försöker rädda andra, och visar hur ett enda missat samtal kan förändra en hel familjs värld för alltid. Det är en ballad om förlust, ansvar, tjänstens börda och det tysta hjältemodet — som dock har ett högt pris.

Denna sång finns tillgänglig i flera språkversioner. Om du vill lyssna på dem hittar du dem på min SoundCloud, min YouTube-kanal eller på webbplatsen denis82cz.eu.

När mamma ringer

Het lied vertelt een rauw en diep emotioneel verhaal over mensen die in de frontlinie werken — hulpverleners, soldaten of politieagenten — en dagelijks geconfronteerd worden met momenten waarop een leven aan een zijden draadje hangt. De tekst vangt het zwaarste moment van hun werk: het moment waarop ze de realiteit onder ogen moeten zien dat iemand nooit meer thuiskomt. Het motief van een niet beantwoorde telefoon, een wachtende moeder of partner en de foto van twee kinderen in een portemonnee creëert een krachtige, ijzige sfeer van machteloosheid en menselijke kwetsbaarheid.

Het lied benadrukt de stilte na de strijd, de psychische pijn van degenen die proberen anderen te redden, en laat zien hoe één gemiste oproep de wereld van een hele familie voor altijd kan veranderen. Het is een ballade over verlies, verantwoordelijkheid, de zwaarte van dienst en het stille heldendom dat echter een hoge prijs kent.

Dit lied is beschikbaar in meerdere taalversies. Als je ze wilt beluisteren, kun je ze vinden op mijn SoundCloud, mijn YouTube-kanaal of op de website denis82cz.eu.

Wanneer mama belt

D’Lidd erzielt eng rau, déif emotional Geschicht vu Leit, déi an der éischter Rei schaffen — Éischt-Hëllef-Personal, Zaldoten oder Polizisten — an déi all Dag Momenter erliewen, an deenen d'Liewen un engem dënnen Drot hänkt. Den Text fänkt deen schwéiersten Ament vun hirer Aarbecht an: de Moment, wou si musse mat där Realitéit eens ginn, datt een ni méi heem zeréckkënnt. De Motiv vum net ofgehuewene Telefonswee, enger Mamm oder Partnerin, déi waart, an enger Foto vu zwee Kanner am Portmonni schaaft eng staark, kal Atmosphär vu Muechtlosegkeet a mënschlecher Zerbriechlechkeet.

D’Lidd ënnersträicht d'Schweigen nom Kampf, de psychesche Schmerz vun deene, déi probéieren anerer ze retten, a weist gläichzäiteg, wéi een eenzege verpasste Uruff d’Welt vun enger ganzer Famill fir ëmmer verännere kann. Et ass eng Ballad iwwer Verloscht, Verantwortung, d’Laascht vum Déngscht an iwwer dat rouegt Heldentum, dat awer e héije Präis huet.

Dëst Lidd ass a verschiddene Sproochversiounen verfügbar. Wann Dir se nolauschtere wëllt, fannt Dir se op mengem SoundCloud, mengem YouTube-Kanal oder op der Websäit denis82cz.eu.

Wann d’Mamm urufft

until forever

Әни шалтыраткач

The Origin

Autopilot

Existential Suffering

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Composer/Ghostwriter (2012-)
Discord: msdysphoria

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Ed Brunsden was kind and patient enough to interview me for  his blog Desert... Mountain... Dust...  - you can read it at https://desertmountaindust.blogspot.com.au/2017/02/tuonela-primitive-progressive.html

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. ~ Aldous Huxley

All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it. ~ Jean Cocteau

All music is beautiful. ~ Billy Strayhorn
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I've become addicted to drone. Again. I was the kid with his head on the piano, listening to the overtones die away, or pressing his ear to the steel hull of the ferry, enthralled by the sounds it created. I was the kid who formed wordless songs to accompany the sound of train wheels on a long journey, or hummed along with the fan on a hot day.

In the 60s I used to play my 45s on 16, or backwards, or by hand using razor blades as stylii.

I made cut-up tapes on a cheap cassette recorder in the 70s and experimented with reel-to-reel in the 80s. 

Thank you Subotnick, Lygeti, Coltrane, Jimi, Mimaroglu, Eno, Cluster, Tangerine Dream, Klaus Schulze, Frank Zappa, Pink Floyd, Kraftwerk, Throbbing Gristle...

I am not a musician. I am a scavenger of sounds. I use the most basic software to process those sounds, stretching and filtering until something emerges that makes a joyful noise. Or not...

New tracks tagged #dark ambient