Coração

Coração by Trancylvania

off the forthcoming record "Manic Scenes"

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Artwork: Fractured Fractals
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Tensor- Cloudseatstars.. Probably (Album: Manic Scenes)

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Long Story (Remix)

The vocals are from a sample pack.

Cover art created with https://www.canva.com/

RiZLiX - How I Wanna Live

A romantic song about burning houses down. Check out the new album "Earthly delights" - follow the link in my Bandcamp!

Earthly delights

Bandcamp link

An Arsonist's Love Song

This is a re-upload of a track that was recorded a few years ago.  It was originally recorded in 2023, and it consists of 3 different segments of sitar and drum jams spliced together with subsequent sitar and bass tracks added after.  Drums were played by Mick Mack, sitar and bass by Gremescer Fuckburger.  I generally like the way it turned out, but I always wished I had tuned the sitar better before recording.  I have edited this track a bit to fix some of the tuning issues, but there is only so much I can do.  Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Orchid (Remastered)

Remixes

Mantra Cosmic Girl (Remix)

Cosmic Dancer (Remix)

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Urban Fish

I posted the original track on SC many years ago. 
But just for fun I decided to post this alternative short electronic version 
Lyrics by Demelia Denton
Vocals and music Torbjørn
OCEAN'S EDGE

Receding waves
And dampened sand
Footsteps gone
No longer found

Walk upon
The Ocean's edge
Crashing, creeping
Waves intend

To wash away
And grind the sand
All Castles built
But waves rebound

Gone the Sun sting
Heat of day
Children on
The beach that played
Quiet now
As darkness creeps
Sinking sunset
Ocean meets

Sultry, still...
Soon breeze will cool
Absorbed by waves
Sand, Ocean mills

All the Castles
Washed away
Not a sign
Of children's play

Come the dawn
Another day
Artistic Castles
Eyes will gaze

Ocean`s Egde (lyrics Demelia Denton)

Tensor, the sniffling weirdo

[(1/n)th] Radio for the Daydreamers


Bands:
RftD: https://radioforthedaydreamers.bandcamp.com/
Midnight Moodswings: https://soundcloud.com/fieldsofmigraine
Discursions: https://soundcloud.com/discursion
Black Tie Die: https://soundcloud.com/blacktiedie


Collectives:
Hardw3rk: https://soundcloud.com/hardw3rk-1
Downstream Team: https://soundcloud.com/downstream-official 


All artwork by Fractured Fractals unless otherwise specified.

Tensor- Cloudseatstars.. Probably (Album: Manic Scenes)

Tensor (fieldsofmigraine)