Name: proton-proton chain by Tonal Drift
Duration: 2 min 49 s
Description: The proton-proton chain is the main fusion reaction method used by the sun. Can you hear the trillions of trillions of protons slamming together to eventually form Helium and lots of energy ?

The proton-proton chain is the main fusion reaction method used by the sun. Can you hear the trillions of trillions of protons slamming together to eventually form Helium and lots of energy ?

proton-proton chain

Produced by BotNikStudio2, Bottna, Sweden.

AS THE GALE PASSES

U-Spaghetti Western

Liner Notes by the editors:

Little is known about the band that has created this song. Most of this little information can be gleaned from the website of FMT, whom a previous SHELLF LIFE release can be attributed to. We caution that  we do not know if any or all of this information is outdated: https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/shellf-life-interview.html Unfortunately, the Furico Team was not available for commentary, since they are launching quite a different kind of historic project on kitchen label.  

Some questionable facts regarding STRANGELOVE’S BRAIN’s release are related in quite a verbose and unreliable way tinged with judgemental interpretation and interspersed with pseudointellectual preconceptions here:   https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/shellf-life-paraphernalia-and-parerga-2025 (German original, as far as we can discern). According to that ‚account‘, the recording of STRANGELOVE’S BRAIN was found on a self-burnt disc (ha, that ancient Nero joke!) in a forgotten chest. The poem used in this recording is the only item that can be traced to an author (jo richter) who was kind enough to allow us to reprint here. Obviously, the references to the war-inflicted tragedies of Hiroshima and Nagasaki make it of  special importance at this moment in history, not only because of current tensions, but also because those two catastrophies happened about 80 years ago in August 1945. We therefore decided to release the two versions known thus far as a vinyl single to the general public, accompanied by an image attributed to the same author as the poem.


Strangelove's Brain

another pensive pariah
spotted on the outskirts
of Hyperbolea, Parolia
avant, avant, sempre vorwärts

keeping the obvious captive
locked in a by a reverse smirk
another dementia denier
Hiroshima, where shadows lurk

and the moon keeps rising, rising
every other day, socializing
with singed hands on bare rocks

iron out unseemly locks
to keep face, straight, straight
little boys take progress' bait

B: Strangelove's Brain (brain, blood and bone mix)

Un avenir radieux

I've set the mood.

Presenting "ELARA" - Sisyphus & His Stone (The Perpetual Refresh & The Lagging Connection)

Sisyphus & His Stone is used to describe any effort that is laborious, futile & repetitive.  It highlights the frustration and meaninglessness associated with ELARA's tasks, often encountered in various aspects of her life from work to personal struggles.

Original Lyrics 

I really don’t want to bore you
but then again I can’t ignore you

so its
One step forward
two steps back

Taking two steps forward
Taking one step back

Woke up with the sunrise, a fresh page to write
Left the shadows behind me, stepped into the light 
Had a vision, a clear path, felt the wind at my back
Every stride was a promise, no turning, no looking back 
Built a little momentum, saw the future unfold 
A story of rising, brave and bold 
Thought I'd finally broken free, from the weight I had known 
On solid ground, I thought I'd finally grown

(Chorus)
 But it's one step forward, two steps back, a cruel, familiar track 
Just when I think I'm gaining speed, the world pulls me back 
Like Sisyphus and his stone, forever climbing steep 
Every victory feels borrowed, every promise hard to keep
One step forward, two steps back, the rhythm of my soul 
Trying to reach the finish line, losing all control
Then the phone rings, a sudden jolt, a bill I didn't see 
Or the car breaks down again, just when I felt free 
A whispered doubt from yesterday, echoes in my head 
All the progress I had made, lies broken, unsaid 
The energy drains from my bones, the fire starts to fade 
Another dream postponed, another promise betrayed It's a familiar ache, this sinking feeling deep 
As all the ground I gained, I just can't seem to keep

(Chorus)
And it's one step forward, two steps back, a cruel, familiar track 
Just when I think I'm gaining speed, the world pulls me back Like Sisyphus and his stone, forever climbing steep 
Every victory feels borrowed, every promise hard to keep 
One step forward, two steps back, the rhythm of my soul 
Trying to reach the finish line, losing all control
How many times can I stand up, when the fall feels so profound? 
How many times can I rebuild, on this unstable ground? 
The spirit's weary, the hope is thin, but something stirs inside 
A stubborn whisper, telling me, there's nowhere left to hide 
From this endless push and pull, this fight I have to face 
To find the strength to start again, and run this endless race

(Chorus)
Still, it's one step forward, two steps back, a cruel, familiar track 
Just when I think I'm gaining speed, the world pulls me back Like Sisyphus and his stone, forever climbing steep 
Every victory feels borrowed, every promise hard to keep 
One step forward, two steps back, the rhythm of my soul 
Trying to reach the finish line, losing all control

Yeah, one step forward, and two steps back... Just gotta find my way... back on track.


Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio, Sydney - Australia

#azcreativestudiosydney #elarastory

ELARA - Sisyphus & His Stone

30 years ago, an attrocity was committed - genocide happened in Srebrenica. Why memory still matters. Picture https://flic.kr/p/a5yoxg 
Roͬͬ͠͠͡͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠sͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠͠aͬͬ͠͠͠͠͠͠͠ Menkman Srebrenica CC BY 2011

Srebrenica

Trop de prisonniers politiques dans le monde!
J'ai composé cette chanson sur un texte de Boris Vian,  un écrivain, poète, parolier, et  chanteur français que j’admire beaucoup.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Too many political prisoners in the world!
I composed this song on a text by Boris Vian, a French writer, poet, lyricist, and singer whom I admire very much.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Les images ne sont pas des vrais prisonniers
The images are not real prisoners
 Translation after the French text


Le Politique (par Boris Vian, Extrait)

Ils ont sonné à ma porte
Je suis sorti de mon lit
Ils sont entré dans ma chambre
Ils m’ont dit de m’habiller

Le soleil par la fenêtre
Ruisselait sur le plancher
Ils m’ont dit mets tes chaussures 
On chantait sur le palier`

J’ai descendu l’escalier
Entre leurs deux uniformes 
Adossé à une borne
Un clochard se réveillait

Ils me donneront la fièvre
La lumière dans les yeux
Ils me casseront les jambes
A coups de souliers ferrés

Mais je ne dirai rien
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Ils m’ont demandé mon âge
J’ai répondu vingt sept ans 
Ils ont écrit de mensonges
Sur des registres pesants

Ils voulaient que je répète
Tout ce que j’avais chanté
Il y avait une mouche
Sur la manche du greffier

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Qui vous a donné le droit 
De juger votre prochain
Votre robe de droit noir
Ou vos figures de deuils

Si vous voulez que je vive
Mettez moi en liberté
Si vous voulez que je meure
A quoi bon me torturer

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien



The Politician (by Boris Vian, Excerpt)

They rang my doorbell
I got out of bed
They came into my room
They told me to get dressed

The sun through the window
Streamed onto the floor
They told me to put on your shoes
We were singing on the landing

I went down the stairs
Between their two uniforms
Leaning against a post
A tramp was waking up

They'll give me a fever
The light in my eyes
They'll break my legs
With their iron-shod shoes

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know it well

They asked me my age
I answered twenty-seven
They wrote lies
In heavy registers

They wanted me to repeat
Everything I had sung
There was a fly
On the sleeve of Clerk

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know that well

Le politique

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement, mix and cover picture 

Hi Everyone!
This is an alternative solo version of my song „Clouds” I recorded with my friends Nathaniel Ehrnman and Remnant60 a year ago.
Thanks again, guys for this great experience!

Link to the original version:

https://on.soundcloud.com/ly0pVTWoJQJFmvpJ4C

Have a good listen 🍀

Many thanks for your kind support! 😎🎸
Artur

Evening Clouds

Inspired by Astor Piazzola's Otonos Porteno, my two old high school guitar mates and I are virtually tracking in an empty warehouse near Doheny Beach, CA this week.  Here is our best track taken from those sessions.

Guitars x Warehouse

blac sun flower

Tonal Drift is the solo project of producer/composer Mark Hollomon mostly focusing on Melodic Ambient and nearby genres.
https://tonaldrift.com

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