BURDEN

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This piece is built on the BOSS DD-500 delay, where each note is mirrored into three distinct echoes placed in separate points in space. By playing slightly off the beat of the repeats, the echoes lock into syncopated, arpeggiator-like patterns that shimmer and intertwine. The result is a soundscape that feels both rhythmic and otherworldly—like light splitting into three glowing spheres, cascading across mountains and waterfalls at sunset.

Lightfall

We are dead,
Dancing free.
No more weight,
No gravity.

No more clocks,
No more pain.
All our loss
Turns to gain.

We are dead,
And you’ll be too, soon.
Real soon.
So soon.

It feels so good,
Nothing left to lose.
Real soon.
So soon.

We are dead,
Singing loud.
No more shame,
No dark cloud.

No more clocks,
No more pain.
All our loss
Turns to gain.

We are dead,
And you’ll be too, soon.
Real soon.
So soon.

It feels so good,
Nothing left to lose.
Real soon.
So soon.

Come and join,
We’ll make room.
Everyone
Meets it soon.

We are dead,
And you’ll be too, soon.
Real soon.
So soon.

It feels so good,
Nothing left to lose.
Real soon.
So soon.


We are dead and you'll be too, soon (Synth Pop reload)

Yeah man!
Di sound deh sweet — turn it up, DJ!
Tonight we blaze, no stress, pure flex!

Wine up, wine up, pon di riddim now,
Shake up di waist, dem cyan cool yuh down.
Wine up, wine up, fi di whole compound,
Dancehall fever tek over town.

Gyal dem pretty, man dem clean,
Every likkle step, smooth and mean.
Sunset fade, dancehall gleam,
Good vibe roll like dream.

Selector spin dat tune fi real,
Bassline thump like wheel.
From Trench Town go up to Mo’Bay,
Everybody bruk out same way.

Wine up, wine up, pon di riddim now,
Shake up di waist, dem cyan cool yuh down.
Wine up, wine up, fi di whole compound,
Dancehall fever tek over town.

Nuh badmind, nuh fuss,
We party pon di bus.
Every ghetto youth must shine,
No limit pon di wine.

Mi seh gyal, move, tek charge,
Dis night belong to yuh yard.
No man cya tell yuh how fi dance,
Freedom live inna di stance.

Wine up, wine up, pon di riddim now,
Shake up di waist, dem cyan cool yuh down.
Wine up, wine up, fi di whole compound,
Dancehall fever tek over town.

Hands high, push back!
Hands low, bring it back!
Fire bun — no slack!
Dancehall never lack!

Rain fall, but we still deh yah,
Wet skin shine under di star.
Whole street turn into bar,
Bass shake like motorcar.

Music loud, spirit free,
Dis life weh we love fi see.
From Kingston straight to JA sea,
Dancehall born fi unity.

Wine up, wine up, pon di riddim now,
Shake up di waist, dem cyan cool yuh down.
Wine up, wine up, fi di whole compound,
Dancehall fever tek over town.

Yeah yeah…
No fight, no frown,
Just love all ’round.
Dancehall fever — run di town.

Shake up di waist (Dancehall reload)

Recorded using a reel to reel tape recorder, with SERGE modular synthesizer. 

You got my body, in your hands

Leonard Vale - a talented classical musician who tragically took their own life. You find yourself years on in the mansion they lived in, now in wrack and ruin. Some say you can still hear his piano play - but of course this is just a legend.. right?

The Virtuoso (Binaural Audio Horror Experience)

J’ai traîné mes bottes sur des chemins sans nom,
Des granges effondrées, des hivers à foison,
Le vent m’a volé des morceaux de ma vie,
Mais j’avance encore, même quand tout me fuit.
Les collines que j’aimais ont perdu leur couleur,
Les voix de ma famille vibrent dans ma chaleur,
Et quand la nuit tombe sur mes vieux chagrins,
Je joue quelques notes pour tenir jusqu’au matin.

Là où la route me retient,
Entre la poussière et le lendemain,
Je garde en moi ce peu de bien,
La force de tenir, même avec rien.
Si le ciel me tombe entre les mains,
Je chanterai pour rester humain.

J’ai vu des terres mourir comme des chevaux blessés,
Des hommes plier l’échine sans jamais se dresser,
J’ai serré des mains sales de boue et de sang,
De ceux qu’on oublie mais qui vivent pourtant.
Et moi j’avance, le cœur cabossé,
Un vieux chapeau pour cacher mes pensées,
Quand le soleil tombe et que tout devient froid,
Je me raconte des histoires pour croire encore en moi.

Là où la route me retient,
Entre la poussière et le lendemain,
Je garde en moi ce peu de bien,
La force de tenir, même avec rien.
Si le ciel me tombe entre les mains,
Je chanterai pour rester humain.

Et si la vie m’arrache le peu qu’il me reste,
Je laisserai ma voix sur la terre modeste,
À ceux qui viendront, perdus sur le chemin,
Je lègue mon courage et mes refrains.

Là où la route me retient,
Entre la poussière et le lendemain,
Je garde en moi ce peu de bien,
La force de tenir, même avec rien.
Si le ciel me tombe entre les mains,
Je chanterai pour rester humain.

Un accord qui tremble, un souffle incertain…
Et la route reprend mon destin.

Là où la route me retient

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swamps

[ensemble]
Hush, the hive is waking
Hush, the shadows breathe

[The Queen]
I rise from the hollow night
Crown of bones in the fading light
Every echo tastes of fear
Every heartbeat calls me here
My brood stirs deep below
In the resin glow

[Ensemble]
Mother of the hive
Keeper of the dark
Every pulse alive
Every scar a mark

[The Queen + Ensemble]
I am the Queen of the hive tonight
In the burning void I claim my right
Through the crawling dark I rule unseen
Bow to the terror of the Queen
I am the Queen, I am the Queen

[The Queen]
Silk of shadows wraps my throne
Chitin walls carved from flesh and bone
Every whisper bends to me
Every captive learns to see
The hive breathes with my command
Across this broken land

[Ensemble]
Mother of the swarm
Rising from the deep
Children in her arms
No one dares to sleep

[The Queen + Ensemble]
I am the Queen of the hive tonight
In the burning void I claim my right
Through the crawling dark I rule unseen
Bow to the terror of the Queen
I am the Queen, I am the Queen

[The Queen]
Hear the heartbeat of the nest
See the world fall to my chest
Every fear, every scream
Feeds the glory of my dream

[Full Ensemble + The Queen lead]
She is the Queen of the hive tonight
In the burning void she claims her right
Through the crawling dark she reigns supreme
Cry in the shadow of the Queen
She is the Queen, she is the Queen

[ Ensemble whispers]
Queen… Queen… Queen…

I am the Queen and she is the Queen

„… weitere Gefühle …“, Musik mit Serge
(Von der blauen Stille, der hohen Roten, der Bewegtheit der grauen Flaute, dem brennenden Licht, der Rastlosigkeit)

[2024–2025]

For electronic sounds (Serge modular analog synthesizer)
Spatialization: Dome, 24-Channel
* This is a binaural reduction. Please use headphones!

World premiere: Electronic Music Studio, Music Center, University of California, Dec. 3, 2025.

Cover: artwork by Pierre Eghdami

„…weitere Gefühle…,“ Musik mit Serge , for 24-channel electronic sounds; dome (binaural reduction)

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.

Pierre P. Derieux- Eghdami
composer | sonic explorer

diest, belgium
music producer / audio engineer
mgmt: noa.vhulle@gmail.com

Exploring the multidimensional structure at the nexus of music, math, and computation, Musica Ex Nihilo combines emergent phenomena with composition and improvisation to create uniquely immersive forms of auditory experience.

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