Paranormal Ambience

A collection of our favorite tracks while browsing ye olde cloude of sounds in October 2018

MTD Mixtape October 2018

Movements

The Turtle Project. (in your world, a list)

Pisces - Dear One

Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, 'wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

‘Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.’

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

‘I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle’s hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!’


A Dream (William Blake)

Cosmic Released on Aug 28, 2013

The disposable nature of the world Jumbl lives in drives her to seek a better existence somewhere out there.... But how and where? 
May 25, 2013

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtRi9jmTo3g&list=PLRQp4dsuoSvmr2okpuczL7fjubAVYDWr_&index=1

01 My Escape

http://theturtleproject.wixsite.com/theshell

*contains foul language and i'm not proud of myself

tick tock

Make It Her, Forever

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKJ399RuAM8

http://theturtleproject.wixsite.com/theshell

my time

it's dark (link to video below)

this only really works at a decent volume , so crank it up


http://theturtleproject.wixsite.com/theshell

The Lurkers Smile

http://theturtleproject.wixsite.com/theshell

You think they’re coming but they ain’t 
You think they’re waiting at the gate
You think they’re driven by hate
Nobody’s being straight with ya
Everybody’s out to deceive
And nobody believes 
A single word you say
They all think you’re insane
So you’re losing your grip
You’re starting to slip
You’re getting swallowed in the abyss
Of your subconsciousness
So you’re losing your mind
You’re running out of time
But you’re oblivious to how it feels
‘Coz to you it’s all real

So you’re armed with a one way ticket and your last cigarette 
Focused on nothing, but getting away from the fear
Anywhere but here

You don’t know which way to turn
Strangers show you concern
Causing more uncertainty 
As there sympathy burns
They know you’re losing your grip
They know you’re starting to slip
Falling deeper in the abyss
Of your subconsciousness
Further out of your mind
Further out of time
You’re still oblivious to the way it feels
‘Coz to you it’s all real

And still armed with that one way ticket and your last cigarette 
You’re running in circles trying to get away from the fear
Anywhere but here
Clutching on to that one way ticket and your last cigarette 
Running in circles trying to get away from the fear 
Anywhere but here

Anywhere But Here

AURI

Somebody Should Do Something

I have decided to re-release all my "Spirit Magnet" stuff as "the turtle project", just makes more sense ,so expect more of these this month. 

Spooktober is here :)

Welcome To Boo Town

It Is Time

Isolation

Degraded Signals

music . Kinsâme  @bissecta @kins-me @kiyotoyoshihara
lyrics / vocals / artwork . Bissecta de Kinsâme @user-903486738
vocals  . Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

included in Benzaiten Muses II Women in Experimental Music by Cian Orbe https://cianorbe2nd.bandcamp.com/album/benzaiten-muses-ii-women-in-experimental-music-cior-347

Part of the album "WARRIOR WITCHES"
https://bissecta-and-the-muses.bandcamp.com/album/warrior-witches-wip-whip
https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/sets/with-bissecta-de-kinsa-me

Sourire l'acte (The end of the world)
Aux noms de tous tes noms Déesse des Dieux! Les évasions deviennent consommables, consumables, conspirées par le cortège des oracles guerrières  moites de cette succion d'éther. Celles-là qui font misère des cordes à peines comptées, parfois entrevues durant le vivre et le mourir en la seule seconde terrifiante, orgasmique, mourir et vivre en la seconde qu'Elle éclate,
Mère de la misère corde. En la seconde mourir et vivre, vivre et mourir en la seconde. Louanges à Déesses! Horribles câlins naissant dans le vent des ans où va et vient le débit désabusé, bel amour sans condition qui soupire les ondes des forgerons attestant le rythme radial, grand blanc semé à la trace odorante de ses voix. Saigneuses des univers. Celles-là même qui trament misère des cordes. Vénérer pleinement chaque porteur par pulsions premières sous le planning sévère de quelques planètes envieuses d'être épelées du feu à quatre pattes insoumises; seul ce feu faisait mine de savoir l'eau interstitielle. Mères des misères cordes. Mourir et vivre en sa seconde. En sa seconde,
mourir et vivre. Reines des secondes sans jugement. Telle la silhouette en treillis assouvissant de déserts les humains accrochés à leurs crampes encrées aux milliards de maux, par inadvertance, offerts afin qu'ils bâtissent, oui ces salopes avec ou sans pénis, les humains qui bâtissent ces piliers
dorées soutenant cette vacuité sure d'eux. C'est vous que j'adore! Vous! Dont je méprise le but. Plaies pyrrhiques abruptes aussi abrutissantes que l'obscurantisme des réverbères coincés sur la castration féodale incrustée aux fausses pierres et leurs nouvelles prières des putains de pères. Perds-moi vers la plaine gauche: alors les capacités persisteront à siffler le violet flûté encore, flûté, flûté, profondément flûté sur la pression psychique hurlée, flûtée, juste unisson et passion sans pardon, flûtée et harpée avec la cruelle croyance criarde des crocs qu'ameute la marche têtue de l'araignée. Vers la plaine gauche de celles que vous avez vidées de méfaits. En votre seconde mourir
et vivre, vivre et mourir en votre seconde. Je vous prie d'y passer en premier; je vous aime car vous secondes croustillaient les lobes qu'elles prennent signataires des astres lagunaires, elles y demeurent volatiles au claquement de doigts, leur demeure première et seconde s'évapore lasse des lèvres pluvieuses, vers la plaine gauche. Oui c'est la plaine de celles qui bafouent votre
bienveillance et de celles des troublantes trouvailles censées commettre la langue du parsec convulsif qui goutte ainsi la seconde où il se doit de mourir et de vivre. Vivre et mourir en la seconde. De ta main, de ta seconde, mourir et vivre. Vivre et mourir de ta main, de ta seconde.
My muse will live at the end of the world
My Muse will live at the end of the world. 
From deep water he feel everything. 
Spell drunk this time wrapped into syntony. 
Once upon the space who surround us. 
Life care and sing Death, Death care and sing Life.
It was fairy empty of word
It was nearly the big mouth laughing
It was merry with this six toys that traps
My muse will leave at the end of the world.
Come on sweet newt dive into the lava...

Bissecta & The Muses

Into The Lava - Bissecta De Kinsâme | Myrh

31st

electricpaul: vocals, rhythmic guitars, lyrics & music https://www.instagram.com/electricpaul
piero peluche: lead guitar, bass, drums, mix & master www.pieropeluche.yolasite.com/
DOWNLOAD: https://fottutobianco.bandcamp.com/track/big-heart

I've got a big heart
You got to know where to start
I've got a hard time
Like fruit that rots on the vine
I've got a good grudge
Who are you to judge ?
It doesn't mean much
Maybe just be out of touch

Oh, you know
When you punching low
Oh, you feel
You're on even keel
Oh, you know
And so it goes

I've got a cold stone
and that's just ripe to throw
I've got a steel grin
Tightly stretching my chin
I've got a firm hand
So you know where I stand
And when the time comes
You got to get up and run



Oh, you know
To grow, you show
Up, and down
A troll, a clown
To get love
You've got to give from above

I've got some pale skin
Oh so ruddy and thin
I've got a hard nose
That spites my face and it knows
I've got an old bone
That I pick and I hone
I've got a thick head
That will remain when I'm dead

Oh, you know
You reap what you sew
Hey, ho ! 
I work the land with my hoe
So, so
You just never know

Big Heart

"The Turtle Project" started out as exactly that, a project, a songwriting project that was born from years of being a musician in many bands, doing countless gigs, naturally gathering experience and inspiration until, one day, I stumbled upon the fact that I could actually put those experiences and many others into words. The composing aspect grew from that into what it is today ...
My way of life .