Alt mix of Clean Beacon
From https://soundcloud.com/enigmacurry/clean-bloop-beacon-poll-all-be-con-op-open-collab

Clean Beacon - Rays thru the Down Pour (Enigma Curry and Arma Ignifera)

The signal that calls me is a sign of invitation from her. Passing through the gates of dangerous love is the beginning of anguish.

Her Morse code is a one-night-only sweet temptation.（226)

BLACK BIRD II by SUBSONIC DISSIDENCE !
Album BLACK BIRD (2024)

BLACK BIRD II

H ~ Choir 1

UnBoxed January 2024

Original lyrics and vocal performance by the superb Shivonne @misssm

[ d o w n l a d a b l e ]

Batteries Don’t Come Included (Featuring Shivonne)

I was able to repurpose an old song of mine. This group took it and ran! So please as The Cure says “play loud”

Avram 
Words: Tim Avram & Sean Drysdale
Composition: Tim Avram (original) Sean Drysdale (affectionate lover of this song and redone)

Players: 
S. Drysdale: Bass, Rhythm guitar, Vocals
J. Cashman: Drums, Vocals
M. Furlo: 12 String Guitar, Vocals
S. Hughey: Rhyrhm Guitar

Avram

Coulda been a line on a map...nearly 
invisible - yea
I coulda been that
and I might've been the rod that takes the lick o lightnin
and I might've been caught
cause my grip has been tightening
waitin on the thunder clap
and the wrath of god
O whoa woa
coulda been...coulda been...all of that
but instead I'm the inch worm...inching along
nearly invisible...yea
just inching my way cross this iron horse highway
and it's almost biblical...the proportions
conveyed...cause that horse is a giant
a goliath to my dave
yea
awwww yea
coulda been coulda been all that
O
could've been a line on a map
nearly invisible...yea
I coulda been that

Coulda Been

A Change of Direction (G. Di Nunno)

Slammed the door on an angel
Much later I felt ashamed
Tore her feelings to pieces
While hearing her call my name.

Felt my shadow escaping
So snake-like by shedding skin
Couldn't figure the motive
Or moods that had pulled me in.

Entered the waters, polluted with pride
Baptized in shame; the sins never dried.
Carry transgressions to bury them deep
The reasons why 
The scars remain
Refuse to heal
I never tried
To halt the flow, and let it roll on.

Gaze on this reflection, these ways never questioned
Drag through all these stages, nothing ever changes.
Some mistakes repeated, inner-self defeated
Start a full dissection--a change of direction.

Rip the heart open, that wave raging ocean
Look deep inside--I got to--look deep inside.
Threats that caused mayhem, finding where I got them
Look deep inside--I got to--look deep inside.

Stumbling blocks now removing
A growing of senses lit
There was nothing quite soothing
As coming right out of it.

Jumped from the waters, a gentle air glide
Erased mistakes, and skies are now wide
Self-help in sessions, with moments of sleep
The reasons why
The scars remained
Refused to heal
I never wish
To halt the flow, and let it roll on. 

Lyrics, composition, and performance by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2024.

#1. A Change Of Direction

method: looping, layering, lapsus - the three L's - and a clock moving slower than time
narration: the poem closing my collection auslegpapier (2020)
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

nach dem auslegen
betrachtet der kunde
den teppich, achtet auf
muster, webweisen

interlinear translation:
interpretation // after placing it  / the client looks at / the carpet, focusses / on patterns, weaves

ausleg

those interested in a traditional recording of a Blake original, please be directed here: https://soundcloud.com/nadiaselvaggi/and-did-those-feet-april-3-5-20242 

method: sound sources (reface dx, voice, boss dr01s, vintage lemon drop) and recording and morphing devices (roland vt 4, hotone soulpress II, nux amp academy, zoom r20); intentionally no post production, raw
narration: the cycle ON PRINTING deals with projection, representation, pattern recognition, the energy of awareness and the like. it consists of six poems: rubble - horse - relic - spawn - banner- offset. this poem sonified is spawn and spawn spawns.
image: copyright jo richter

poem (as published in
A Single Loop of Fortunes) /
copyright jo richter: 

infernal energies, blake said
are unleashed in printing,
etching their way to Jerusalem

once I slept, Blake said
on a mountain and the heavens
weighed down on me, hard

now I drink, Blake said
the deep-sea ink of the valleys,
saturating every fibre in me

as for relief, Blake said,
the relief must spawn, for who wants
to make do without colours and copies

spawn

spawn - on printing 4/6

Gino Di Nunno is a 66 year old guy from Greensburg, Pennsylvania. He can't sing, but since starting writing and recording his songs in 2016, he is improving. He is obsessed with Rock Progressivo Italiano, Orchestral music (Beethoven, Mahler, Shostakovich), Jethro Tull, Mercyful Fate/King Diamond, and Philosopy. Gino started playing guitar in 1976, but two years later he suffered a left-hand accident and lost 3 and 2/3 fingers (He also started dabbling with piano in 2016, though he doesn't consider himself adept he knows enough to make it sound good). He did not start playing again (as a left-hander) until 1980, and with very long practice sessions, he was able to start a band, taking the hard road by writing original material with his brothers and a few vocalists, where they played everything from Punk, Blues, and a mix of Progressive Rock and Metal.

The band of brothers decided to end their music pursuit in the early 90's to catch up with life. Gino decided to give music another try in the early 2000's and didn't start recording and releasing music until 2016, releasing versions of albums on Soundcloud where he had no idea what he was doing; however, each album saw improvement (yes...even his vocals) by learning through trial and error experimentation. 

Gino said the best advice he ever received was when a guy told him, "if you can't sing, make sure your lyrics are good so people will focus on them instead of your singing." Gino writes deep lyrics dealing with life struggles and predicaments, yet always with a bit of hope. He prefers to write small symphonies within a song, with lots of changes, added dynamics, and a breaking away from familiar forms and structures. He realizes he is not unique in breaking new ground, and that aging and long practice sessions has given him (at times) an aching right wrist which has taken away the speed he once had, and even with his spotty vocals his only request is that you dive deep into the songs because he insists something beautiful can be discovered.  (Antonella Gaspari)