A track off the Sounds From The Ground Album 'Luminal'.

Move On Feat. Taz with Sounds From The Ground

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Glissant du bout de mes doigts, le sable
Glissant du bout de mes doigts, chaque fois


"If there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don't snuff it out, don't be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we'd want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!"

Wer sich zum Schaf macht, den fressen die Wölfe.
Du hast die Nacht kreiert. Ich habe die Lampe gemacht.
Die Sterne sind schön, weil sie an eine Blume erinnern, die man nicht sieht.

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i speak in aortic valves and colors.
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That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, 
That Beauty in which all things work and move, 
That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse 
Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love 
Which through the web of being blindly wove 
By man and beast and earth and air and sea, 
Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of 
The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, 
Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality. 

The breath whose might I have invoked in song 
Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven
Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng 
Whose sails were never to the tempest given; 
The massy earth and spherèd skies are riven! 
I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; 
Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, 
The soul of Adonais, like a star, 
Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.

TONIGHT AT THE MAGIC THEATER
FOR MADMEN ONLY
PRICE OF ADMITTANCE YOUR MIND.
NOT FOR EVERYBODY.
HERMINE IS IN HELL.

Letting in what is out
Letting out what is in
A practice of being a conduit...
Sonic Expressionism to take you there and back again.
Combing Ancient with Present…
Archaic with Electronic…
Science with Majic...
Spirit with Flesh

I listen, and I observe.

Music is my only constant.....I'll never grow sick of discovering and sharing new music.  I search here for what I hear there..then post it elsewhere in hopes I can share something new with someone else that has the same appreciation.

Hello. 
I've put up a selection of tracks here that I have been involved in the past. 
I am looking for collaboration opportunities. Please get in touch.
I am busy writing my own music at the moment and as soon as I feel some of it is ready I will put it up!

Move On Feat. Taz with Sounds From The Ground

Taz Alexander