The Moonlight Sessions

The Doors We Closed

Four Corners 145 BPM

24Apr23

My naviarhaiku485 submission;
https://www.naviarrecords.com/2023/04/19/naviarhaiku485-the-rain-is-over/
:D

The rain is over [naviarhaiku485]

Vincent's words:
'This work is a revision of a collaboration between Italian poet & sound artist https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa and Italian-American Composer https://soundcloud.com/vincent-eoppolo/. Morirà Il Sole? (When Will the Sun Die) is a poem from Ilaria Boffa's 2016 collection of of poems The Bliss of Hush and Wires. www.samueleeditore.it/periferie-the-…laria-boffa-2/ ©2016

Will the Sun Die?
When will it die? This sun,
oblique.
It’s temperate in the neighbourhood, and not for long.
Immaterial the future of the insurgents
the ones who calm winter.
We don’t sleep, the collapse is near.
So virtual any step toward and outward the centre.
Neglected in the static village
dogs move unsettled, they smell the reversal.
Mowing grass in the fields will be pointless soon
as the aseptic film packs on the leaf and the brick.
Give us green clay to cover our skins, our hair.
Give us one more tomorrow.

Morirà il Sole?
Quando morirà? Questo sole
obliquo.
È mite il tempo nel quartiere e non per molto.
Immateriale il futuro di chi insorge
di coloro che calmano l’inverno.
Non dormiamo, il crollo è vicino.
Così virtuale ogni passo da e per il centro.
Dimenticati nel paese statico
i cani si muovono irrequieti, annusano l’inversione.
Falciare l’erba dei prati sarà presto inutile
come porre una pellicola asettica sulla foglia e il mattone.
Dateci argilla verde per coprire pelli, capelli.
Dateci ancora un domani. Ilaria Boffa © 2016
@ilaria_boffa

Morirà Il Sole/Will the Sun die? Eoppolo-Boffa (alternate version)

Choir of souls 
Electronic Meditation track
Wanted to go back to seventies style of Tangerine dream improvised Electronic meditation tracks.

The Choir Of Souls

夢と現実のサンドイッチ

Sunday Afternoon

Rayi 3

WAB (FEAT. A.WILLY)

Don't look now
But there's a fifty foot woman
Marching toward
Your favorite city

She looks mad
Muttering something about the guts
You never had...

There was a time when your charm set off alarms
Among the young women in your circle
But you played them so aloof
And now they're tearing off your roof
To reach in and grab you not so tenderly
And as you twist and shout, 'Oh, no, it wasn't me!'
They whip their hair back to drink in your distress
And laugh with abandon at your helplessness!

You may wake up to find it was just a dream
Or maybe you've discovered your new reality
The hearts you're breaking, the liberties you're taking 
May catch up with you
In a midnight rendezvous
May catch up with you
in a late show rendezvous...

夢と現実のサンドイッチ

TigerTriggerTriangle＝KuroneYamamoto

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