"Puisque les plus heureux ont des douleurs sans nombre,
Puisque le sol est froid, puisque les cieux sont lourds,
Puisque l’homme ici-bas promène son cœur sombre
Parmi les vains regrets et les courtes amours"
Louise Ackermann

Marches de Travers

Hilma, oh Hilma

Loop Diggers SRC 228 Trk 1 - Recharge

method: LIMBO! - all of the sounds you hear have traversed a low pass filter at some point or other
narration: I can't hear you - reception is bad - there is a lot of interference and stuff
image, sounds, poem, composition and everything else: copyright jo richter

limelight horror, body terror
your past on a celluloid leash
hauled in to mask the hapless tremor
of neurons and genes, mirrored and selfish

a sky full of stars and the moral law
induce, produce, extrude and include
a common man’s somewhat hesitant awe
while AI assures it is ready to reboot

government agents raid homes in the nude
who will have seen claim that they saw
man’s not as nubile as a lemur
earth holds more ocean than there are fish

this is all dead weight, in the interim
learn to let go, the weltgeist insists
your heart is as pure as the code on the bin
a bird, a feather, an item, no lists

tally categorial - not for the faint of hearing

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Awake & Aware - The Gap Gets Wider

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lyrics written, vocals recorded and provided by Special Cecilia @specialececilia - merci beaucoup, you are so Special Cecilia!

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music, carefully used, is a track written, played, mixed, produced, and provided by courtesy of mobygratis and its crew, licensed

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vocal arrangement, mix, final mix, and track produced by fictionalive

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artwork card photography, image editing by fictionalive

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fusion of it all -
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Awake & Aware - The Gap Gets Wider

Tempo 33 BPM
Timing 4/4
Tuning 440Hz
Key B minor
Acoustic Tuning - Open B Minor (F# B D F# B D)

Instrumentation
-Vocals x 4
-Piano played on keys
-10 atmos pads one entering per phrase played in keys
-Ovation Acoustic Guitar
-Epiphone Electric Guitar rhythm/lead run
-Epiiphone Electric with eBow
-Ibanez 5 String Bass
-Cellos and Basses on keys
-Sine Bells on keys
-Folk beat


Reality

When is real?
How can we know?
Where is truth found?
Which loses that glow?
Who can we trust?
What sense is agreed?
Why all the fuss?
Knead qualified seed

You decide presence
Wist away
Or here now
Dead past lost essence
Fused to future 
Find row
The moment is real
Perfect worry free time
First quotient to qualify
Reality rhyme

The how we must learn
Book worm world aligned
It's discernments turn
To choose right defined
Loud may sell a lie
But repetition not truth
Look to qualified cry
To mute deceptionist suit

The where doesn't hide
From open eyes
It's revealed to all senses
Who's senses confide
It's always there
For aware and awake
Those who told themselves
Gauge changed mind make

Such choice to choose which
Great life of learning
Each day less skull itch
Be good choices churning
If glow greets a glitch
Reset some assumed
Start over new clever
Which won't wilt consumed

You are the who
The only decider
Whilst others have clue
One can focus your viser
One who to make true
Who won this time talk
The who maybe new
Who handles next walk

We asked of the what
More questions we got
Exactly my friend
Quest till urn or ground rot
The more we ask
The more confirmed
If the what is honest
We ground our termed

Should I want why
An absolute to evolve
As this time change
The why need new solve
Mean more to your day
Less mean is set free
Why cry shows a way
One reality
Read
Me


Our amazing reality. We have one! Where we have good fact based education, we have the luxury in these parts of the world of actually discovering the real one as best as we can. So why do liers creating false realities have control so regularly...
The liers are the opportunists. They either believe the fundamentals of their own limited version of reality or they callously read our reality and they know our subconscious and how to poke it in ways so many believe their shouts.

Maybe the public liers aren't the problem but the problem is the people that don't ask the right questions about what they see and hear 💭

Verse one is a When? How ? Where? Which? Who? What? & Why? question verse and then each one gets a verse of its own.

Here's to realising we are mostly ignorant to knowledge, asking questions and using good discernment when trusting people who say they have answers. If you're not qualified to know, are they qualified to give them.... If we learn discernment, we can actually teach ourselves a lot of good shit and more easily see through the people lying with ulterior motives

The image is my pea head example of a false reality. The real pic is my profile picture. The pic for the song is rotated. In reality, I was in Nepal and in the accommodation I was staying in I had to climb down a wooden ladder to get into my tiny room. It was really cool. So the window and entrance was a hatch in the ceiling. Only I am able to fake that reality or am qualified to reveal the reality so it's a nice little example of always taking what you see and more importantly what you hear with a pinch of salt 🧂

Reality

First snow yesterday, while I was twiddling around with some (purchased) piano midi files.
This came out as little impression after watching the whitening yard .... :)
Pieter Brueghel the Younger & his painting* came to my mind ... (public domain), wikipedia
*Winter Landscape with a Bird-trap, painting by Pieter Brueghel II, 1630s
My excerpt does not show the bird trap ;-) It is on the right side of the picture, cut off :-)

Wintertime

" Praise ye the Lord" is an Air form Georg Friedrich Handel's oratorio "Solomon", written in 1748.
The anonymous libretto is currently thought to have been written by the English Jewish poet/playwright Moses Mendes. It is based on the biblical stories of the wise king Solomon from the First Book of Kings and the Second Book of Chronicles.

violin - Clarke Alonzi, Anna Downes
viola - Philip Hayman
organ - Helen Roberts
voice - Robert Llewellyn

We hope you'll enjoy!

lyrics

Praise ye the Lord for all his mercies past,
Whose truth, whose justice will for ever last.

Praise ye the Lord  (Solomon - Georg Friedrich Handel)

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Whose Dog Are You? Balloon Dreams (With Ambition Divine)

This was written last November and has been waiting for the right musical box to open it up — the time was ripe, but only time will tell. Enjoy, it’s made just for you.

music is the fabulous Ballon Licking by Box Number Twelve
https://soundcloud.com/boxnumbertwelve/balloon-licking

lyrics 'in the halls of power' a poem by fictionalive

narration production by fictionalive

want more? 
A Box with a Number - Out of the Box with Number Twelve
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/out-of-the-box-with-number-twelve

for more exciting sonic explorations, you know the password,
don't hold back, open the candy Box Number Twelve here @boxnumbertwelve

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fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports


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Whose Dog Are You? Balloon Dreams (With Ambition Divine)

It's my great honor to join this cool Jam!
Thank U,Nadia,nic,Jo,Stephen,Jeff and Terry~~RESPECT🙏

After taking a break from this story for a whole year, The Smoking Trout is so happy to share with you all the final chapter in our epic ongoing tale, the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! Thanks to all who've joined us on this fantastic ride, as either listeners or musicians. See credits below to learn about the crew who contributed to this memorable final episode. You'll also find links to our BandCamp and our earlier album, plus Jeff & Jo's incredible lyrics!

Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Lyrics, Vocals (intro/outro) Guitar (intro/middle)
Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums (intro/outro)
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Beat (middle), Synths (throughout), Production
Nadia Selvaggi - @nadiaselvaggi -- Vocals (middle)
TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Guitar & Guitar Special Effects, Mastering
Nic - @nic_nic_nic -- Vocals, Synths/Keys (middle)
Jo Richter @sonic-textures -- Lyrics, Melodion

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Catch up with all 12 tracks in the Smoking Trout's now-complete concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q

Find us on BandCamp! thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz & Jo Richter):

Everybody on the bus, Gus and Stu
and some others from Uriah, too, made up their minds
packed up their kinds and kith and kin
and decided unattachedly to pack it in
and Johnny, all nostalgic for the solitude of melancholic bedsheet ascetism, said
"We should go to Zed" and smiled in mild remembrance
"I saw a crack a couple light years back in the space time continuum,
with a sign that read, Zed, 50 miles straight ahead.
We might get there in time to liberate my lost accordion
from the clutches of the local patron
a relative of Mr Smith’, if I am not completely wrong.“

Uriah had a riot
when the dumplings disappeared
trampled by the herds of lust, desire
lampooned by the nerds of rust and fire
gobbled up by fast food throats and street flock trucks
and someone farted, burped and said they wanted seconds
and that was when the trouble started and ursurped the mental landscape
and who’s to blame but some minions from that moppet, Alfred Rufus Smith
who to his simian bewilderment was headed back to earth
in that stolen starship that he stole again, restole and stole for just another time
(the way rebirthing beings rack up karma by incarnating ceaselessly)
from the only holy spaceport of that karmic spacelord on the potted planet
frowned upon by Gus and Stu and all the riders of experience on the nirwana bus--

--"And so it was , they crossed the boundry into Zed, and landed lightly on the purple plain
and when they did, all the holograms on board the bus turned into real Girls and Boys
Would love to say thing turned out well but what the hell , who can tell
Uziel Wivress, Neal Nic and Nadia, jeff and Jo, Stephen Tot and Terry too enjoyed the view as the bus it hit the ground
in the golden grass near the end of June--
Gus and all the crew were happy to have arrived safe and sound
and without a scratch on that sacred patch of rock in space--

see the tarmac flotilla in karmic espandrilles
sharpen their common intuition
and like expanding armadillos
overcome respective inhibition
and cross across the crucial rift and ,riffing, raft the cosmic shift
and wake up in the place where Jonny is remembered as the bringer of the dumpling and the player
of the most beautiful instrument Divine --

Quest for the Holy Dumpling: The End of the Line

I66 REVENGE WITH NO PENANCE

I rap and produce.  hmu to collab
I'm making music for the love of it.

I66 REVENGE WITH NO PENANCE

TIOLOKE

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