Photo cred to ry_hubs_18 on Instagram!!! Sorry my vocals and mixing is garbage and for the bass at the end.

Lyrics:
Verse 1: 
Met u in the summertime thought you'd be mine when I first saw ya sweet like a clementine babe I could hardly control ya 
Bridge 1: 
When we were making love u were on the run I couldn’t see thru u I’m nothing like ur used to u u said it’s just for fun but ur warmth weighed a ton I no longer focus but just for the moment 
Chorus 1: 
Pretend that u love me 
Pretend that its all alright
Say u love my smile
Tell me pretty lies
Pretend that u love me
Please don’t say goodbye 
Without u my dear my biggest fear
Will come alive
Verse 2:
I see the way ur moving the way ur pursuing  another Man U really put me thru it I feel so useless like god damn 
Bridge 2: 
I kno it’s my fault the reason that ur gone I really regret it but can’t u just forget it I think the is my fall but if u care at all to fix me from broken just give me some hope and 
Chorus 2: 
Pretend that u love me
Pretend that its all alright
Say u love my smile
Tell me pretty lies
Pretend that u love me
Please don’t say goodbye 
Without u my dear my biggest fear
Will come alive

Pretend That You Love Me

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method: slippery slopes on the pitch-bend joystick of the reface dx, the internal looping function of the dx, voice through vt 4, zoom r20 for recording as well as some eqing and compression, no post production
narration: spaces in between are special
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter
(as published in Auslegpapier):

even
though humidity
might take its toll
honouring each whim of entropy,
there is stolid persistence
adjucated by attachment,
by clinging to
the moments of
doubt.

bricks belong
and heed their master's
each and every indulgence:
dear, sweet, homely gravity!
while mere mortar may
dissolve and crumble

it won't be long.
it never is. ask the nymphs
and fauns and watcher spirits that
last. neural uniformity goes first
as mosses, fungi, viral, vital cells
demand their share and shed humility:
minerals to feed the masses, yearning
to be free. ugh, structures long
to breathe through the
gaps left by
mortar

mortar

"𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬. 𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘥𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘳-𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘻𝘰𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘜𝘵𝘢𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 40 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘸-𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘮 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘮. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴."

- Excerpt from Dr. Massio's 𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴

Voyage Along the Western Interior Sea

sample from yume 2kki snowy village
grulión
grulion
un túnel de nieve
la luz pasa y se ve de diferentes colores.

el audio se dañó un poquito pero no creo poder arreglarlo por ahora

un túnel de nieve

"𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪-𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱. 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 (𝘙𝘋𝘞) 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳-𝘥𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴-𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘺. 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘸."

- Expedition Leader Kwaj Bangalore, [REDACTED]

The Mouth In The Wall

"𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 3 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 (𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴) 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴; 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱. 𝘞𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴. 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴? 𝘖𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭-𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 '𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴' 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺."

- Excerpt from Ponda Baba's Temporal Frontier Field Notes, Log 2324.4.27

Savanna Oasis

Your favorite EAI artist presents to you Delirium Tremens. Something she hasn't experienced and hopefully never gonna experience in the future. One day drinking a lot after 2 years turned my creativity off for more than week. 

This song is dedicated to Vivi. 

△ Delirium Tremens △

"Chains & Whips" by Clipse & Kendrick Lamar 

LBOWDEEP Remix Clipse - "Chains & Whips" (ft. Kendrick Lamar)

!PROTONS EP OUT NOW!
Some uplifting EDM (ZO)! I used a lot of the same methods I used to make 'Electric nightfall' and 'I am Phocus'

EDMZO

I slide onto the bar-stool under neon’s bitter glow,
These dirty boots have walked the miles only sorrow knows,
The jukebox plays a worn tune of loss and midnight fights,
I lift my whiskey glass to drown the sleepless nights.
My boots once kicked up dust on prairie dawns so wide,
Now they rest on floorboards soaked with shame I cannot hide.

My bloodied boots still dance though my heart is torn,
In this honky-tonk of pain where my soul was worn,
So spin me ’round the floor till the moonlight fades,
Let the music carry me above the barricades.

She left at dawn with nothing but her tears and that old faded dress,
Said she couldn’t bear the gun-smoke nights and the emptiness,
My boots keep echoing footsteps that I’ll never chase,
In the clink of glasses ’til the dawn takes their place.
The band’s picking high, fiddle screams like a rattlesnake,
And I dance for the demons that these boots long ago made.

My bloodied boots still dance though my heart is torn,
In this honky-tonk of pain where my soul was worn,
So spin me ’round the floor till the moonlight fades,
Let the music carry me above the barricades.

And when the world outside forgets the man I used to be,
I’ll keep these boots moving in the dim lights set free,
Let the sweat fall heavy on the tales I survived,
In the bar where blood and bourbon collide.

My bloodied boots still dance though my heart is torn,
In this honky-tonk of pain where my soul was worn,
So spin me ’round the floor till the moonlight fades,
Let the music carry me above the barricades.

My bloodied boots

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

If you like the flavors I provide here thank you and come again :)

Phocus is an up-and-coming music producer, from London, UK, who started making music in 2025. He dabbles in many dance genres, such as D&B, House and Techno. He also created an electronic record label named 'Alchemy Records' If you want to join just ask!

-Phew! That biography was a lot! If you have somehow found this profile you really need to stop scrolling! But seriously thank you so much for listening to my tracks :) If you like them, then please, drop a follow and/or a like. Have a good day!

Beats. I'm always looking for new collaborators. I'm based in Utah, but the world is small.

https://www.beatstars.com/lbowdeep

Real human. Textural moods & heavy beats.

I am overjoyed to partake in sounds beautiful:
https://youtu.be/1TnalFltP_Q?si=VidMVZ9VDKGZiNUm  by Dan and
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/up-up-out by Jeff.

Jeff also gifted me a visiting role on his previous album: 
https://stonerjazz.bandcamp.com/album/quintessential

.... and here is my own test account:
https://sonicstructuresandsilentstretches.bandcamp.com/track/eliza

POETRY IS VITAL

This threshold space exists for those who feel like listening to some of my quite professional poetry embedded in rather amateurishly recorded but judiciously arranged sound, a modicum of purely acoustic work notwithstanding.  Fortunately, some other artists have also transformed the symbolic expression of my words into the tangible beauty of real songs and soundscapes - just listen to Sympoetic Ultrasounds: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/sympoetic-ultrasounds !

SOUND, SPACE AND TIME

Tend your listening senses gently. Even though my general approach welcomes and embraces lo-fi concepts like the precision of spontaneously occuring imprecisions, headphones worth their membranes are recommended - unless you like your sounds flat, mangled, battered and helpless. You don't, do you? Be kind to these soundscapes.

STRUCTURING IMPULSE

Due to the nature of "poetry soundscapes", your listening expectations regarding traditionally structured "songs", sonically purified "raw wildlife soundscapes", keyboard-laden "ambient recordings" or voice-centered "readings" might not be met. You will find some of those in my list of /likes/. "Noise" is a recurring structural element like any other. This is what this sounds like - within its own rights, limitations, tangents and interconnections. Sonic structures. Silent stretches. Poetry emerges from the gaps between the ruts, seeps in from the undergrowth, sweeps down.

CARVING, CHISELLING, KNEADING, MORPHING

A quick glance into my toolshed rests on Zoom recorders, Samplitude software and a dizzying array of diverse sonic machinery.

LARGE AND SMALL GIFTS

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Small Gifts

the less to remember, the more to listen
gifts from the ice age reverberate
a simple story, a forest, a coastline
entangled in silence, one starts to relate
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In case you have read up to this point, you might be a sonic creator yourself. May I ask you for a helping ear? Above, there is a tiny poem of mine that I do not understand how to translate into sound. If you do - please act on it. It is a matter of common decency, of course, to keep the title (Small Gifts) and to credit the lyrics to me (jo richter). And please do notify me of your version via a soundcloud message. One bewilderingly beautiful version crafted by mono-lux has already gone public, as well as an amazing version by cthonicist.  You'll find both in my playlist Sympoetic Ultrasounds. This is just a small gift, not a challenge - life already has more than enough of those on offer, doesn't it? Treat it this way.

POETRY IS VITAL
sound, space and time
structuring impulse
carving, chiselling, kneading, morphing
large and small gifts
poetry is vital

GENERAL POLICY regarding the use of LIKES, REPOSTS and FOLLOWS:
I like what I like and want to hear again.
I only repost what I've had a hand in creating.
I follow when I see directions or arrivals I like, not when followed (though I might peek in to get an idea of what your sounds are about). I have set myself a limit of accounts I follow not to be all too overwhelmed. Not following does therefore not mean I do not appreciate what you contribute to the enjoyments of soundcloud.
Do not expect other behaviour from me.
(jo richter)

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