a https://soundcloud.com/kadavreexquis KOLLAB

Ah-Pook*s Dystopian Dance(MKN/THUNDER)

artist : Filmy Ghost
album : The Phase
earS097 / 2020
archive.org/details/earsheltering097

Filmy Ghost is a dark experimental, atmospheric, ghostly music project created by Sábila Orbe
from Rancagua Chile. 

website: https://humanfobia.jimdo.com/filmy-ghost/
music webs: https://archive.org/details/fav-sabila_orbe02 https://hearthis.at/filmy-ghost/

track composed, cover artwork design by Sábila Orbe./ model in the cover: Mist Spectra.

The phase is the transfiguration of the body to other dimensions and planes of existence,
also to othe states of the human spiritual conscious.

The Phase

Filmy Ghost_-_Mutated Pineal Gland

The first published collaboration from Natt Brus and the Monomentals
https://soundcloud.com/natt_brus

Admiral Krank from her Majestys Space Navy had the kindness of letting his roaring wild cranked guitar unleash the sounds we are loving so much on this my humble melody. The result I present to You here with great pride.

The Blue Painter - Admiral Krank version - nic track no 100!!

https://soundcloud.com/user-766619428

The Blue Painter - Adm Krank

The Blue Painter - Featuring Admiral Krank

Icy Air

Improvisation

Fritter Batter

Open collab from @user295849933 ::: https://soundcloud.com/user295849933/july-conversations-pieces-1

July Conversations 1 - Douglas James's DarkWaterBlue | EnigmaCurry

Marco Lucchi : piano
Rocco saviano : electric guitar

for "piano patterns", a project by Marco Lucchi
soundcloud.com/marcolucchi/sets/piano-patterns

ottobre 2020

Marco Lucchi & Rocco Saviano - Swelling

We're not from round here
Where are we from
Beyond the fire
Beyond the Sun.

We're not from round ere'
We don't fit in
We are the missing links
in Evolution
Bald weak and thin yeah?
Needs armoured skins
Or else we'd freeze out here
Or fry under the Sun
We builded guilded picket cage
Divides it up in lines
We're crumbs of plastic buried deep into the sands of time
We mined a shiny plughole
In the butthole of this can
We spaffed up in the ozone
Shadow puppets
Bloody hands.

We're not from round here
Where are we from
Beyond the Fire
Beyond the Sun

Shitting on the doorstep
Fucking up the farm
What's it all about and what have we become?

It's fine
It's all about the fines
These glue blood lines
Tapping gold seams deep
In dark satanic mines
It's a farm and you aren't even the Cattle
You're more like the petrol for the gears that grind the offal into Fucking Falafel
Crappy Crab Apple
Krabby Patty for 
Colossi
Hungry Horror Waffle Monster Money Gobble Goblins dripping gore down  dank walls guarding dark secret corridors
We eats the poor
Feed me Seymour
More and more and more
ho ho ho  etc etc..

It's groping at your mind
You feel it deep inside
There's a mill that never ceases
Weaving wool to cover eyes
They gots all the sheeps they needs
And they defo' gots the time
You can feel the gears grinding
You can hear the Cattle cry
"It's fine"

It's all about the fines
Get in line and pay me mine
Oh, Donald..
Where are your Trousers?

Fines From Beyond The Sun

orphans sound system. recorded in williamsburg, brooklyn, 1997. john elmanahi: electric bass; john palumbo: drums; jeff gburek: electric guitar. more to follow

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Ah-Pook*s Dystopian Dance(MKN/THUNDER)

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