Grubbing through my hard-drive I found a partial track from 2021 - gave it an new drum groove. It was going to be part of a 4 song cycle about the moon. This was the Full moon track.

@musicweeklies challenge "extraversion"

Selene - Full Moon - V3

Taken from "The Goddess Pages" by Laurie Sue Brockway

For Those Who Want To Move On

listen in it's proper order at https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharinghttps://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/scalar-fields?si=a4ded6b0462f4929b3f05def556b0a35&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharingoper order at

The album coming soon to Bandcamp

stall instruments and voices: Jeff Gardiner
modulation, arrangement and all that: jo richter
lyrics: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter
image: Jeff Gardiner in collaboration with jo richter

he told me bout the trail in the tunnel
that I'm walking while
I'm thinking other people's thoughts
little voices
like your father's father's father's
farther than the others
all combined and confined to a tunnel of your thinkin
turn that little voice off in your head
he said

you may find it advantageous
in the long run
there's an exit but you gotta take it
while riding on the boxcars full of other people's junk
pulled by trains of thought
on shaky rails

scalar fields pt 3, tensor yields  -- featuring Jo Richter

[ Albums ]
https://negativeheadphone.bandcamp.com

[ Youtube ]
https://www.youtube.com/c/negativeheadphone

[ Spotify ]
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6yptVqiGbvP3HpQNz2XTyQ

[ Facebook Page ]
https://www.facebook.com/negativeheadphone

[ Twitter ]
https://twitter.com/NegaPhone

Spotify

Aurora

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

Zonk

TWELVE FLAWED ANDROIDS
FIXED UPON ONE SINGLE GOAL
TWELVE FLAWED ANDROIDS
ON A QUEST TO SAVE YOUR SOUL
>
LEARNING MUCH FROM HISTORY
THAT FEARING THE UNKNOWN IS KEY
KEN FAITH AND HOPE AND CHARITY
WHEN FAKED CONTROL HUMANITY
>
12 PIOUS ANDROIDS ON A HOLY CRUSADE
>
LEARNING MUCH FROM HISTORY
THAT FEARING THE UNKNOWN IS KEY
KEN FAITH AND HOPE AND CHARITY
WHEN FAKED CONTROL HUMANITY
>
A COMPOSITE OF EVERY CULT
WILL BRING ABOUT DESIRED RESULTS
WE’LL RULE THE WORLD AND ITS CREATOR
FOOL YOU ALL THEN FLEECE YOU LATER
>
CONVERT OR DIE, THAT’S YOUR ONLY CURTAIN CALL
WE’RE SENDING DISBELIEVERS TO THE WAILING WALL

12 FLAWED ANDROIDS

Lost Composer

A mirror of its former light, slowed and reimagined. This version of Passed Light drifts through inverted spaces—where warmth becomes shadow, and echoes stretch longer than meaning. Each beat is a bridge between the shimmer that once was and the silence that remains. Descend into a downtempo dream where light isn’t gone—it’s just somewhere else.

Get the Track

Passed Dark (Zankyo Side)

Sitting alone at night around a remote campfire in the Bieszczady Mountains, a fascinating area with free-roaming wolves and bears, you feel much more at ease when you can hear a group of horses grazing behind you and enjoy the peace and coolness of the night after a hot day spent carrying riders on long journeys over hills, fields, and meadows.

Horsepower

18.07.25 (Live Recording)

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

Selene - Full Moon - V3

Tonal Drift

Related tracks