cool groove, love your profile pic, reminds me of good old days with listening to tapes :D ❤️

The Brain of Humanoid Central

Summer Haze

un nouvel ambient, pour oublier un instant la folie destructrice des hommes, pour célébrer  à l'inverse le nom sacré de la Nature : la poussée, la venue au jour, la croissance de la vie sous toutes ses formes, au Printemps

Growing

Poem “Dillard Sissman” from the Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters

Thanks for recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

The buzzards wheel slowly
In wide circles, in a sky
Faintly hazed as from dust from the road.
And a wind sweeps through the pasture where I lie
Beating the grass into long waves.

My kite is above the wind,
Though now and then it wobbles,
Like a man shaking his shoulders;
And the tail streams out momentarily,
Then sinks to rest.

And the buzzards wheel and wheel,
Sweeping the zenith with wide circles
Above my kite. And the hills sleep.
And a farm house, white as snow,
Peeps from green trees - far away.

And I watch my kite,
For the thin moon will kindle herself ere long,
Then she will swing like a pendulum dial
To the tail of my kite.
A spurt of flame like a water-dragon
Dazzles my eyes -
I am shaken as a banner!

Kite

The master of the previous version was a bit quite so I enhance it by raising it's normalization & loudness to match soundcloud stream standards.

Energetica [Enhanced Version]

Through Fragile Strides

This Is Techno

It's a song about those moments when the world amazes me- when the beauty and mystery of the world around me knocks me over.
Specifically, wandering back from the Old Town in Hastings after a couple of drinks on a lovely Summer night. The picture is one of my lino prints and shows Tackleway in Hastings, along with one of the badgers we see all the time round here, and are mentioned in the song.

Wonders and Sighs

12-4-2025

Atmospheres (2024) Anthology CD4 Track 01

Paralyzed fern lung drains of ferment. 
Still hollow steel, stainless in moons.
Webbing roots to earth, then wrists. 

Shard bone fragment and fracture. 
Hornet's nest dips and sways.
Neurosis sets the femur mess.
No splint, save the constrictors and boas.
Dew froths a pneumonia.
Exhaust lofts, ascend dreams. 

G-force blackout and the wings shake. 
Outpaced by future portals. 
There is no control. 
Reverberating back to madness. 
An astral fold envelopes death's grin 
be there a fall. 
Drive it from the atrium. 
Slip out a phenomenon. 

Blood pours out of the stall. 
Nothing is sacred. 
No place at all. 

Someone walked out
and the alarm won't stop. 

Words by Riley Robinson

Devil's Greenhouse

🇵🇸Manfred Madfredson - Merecliff  - Canny Farm - Liverpool 🇵🇸

This Is Techno

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