Artist: Fuge
Track: Interlagos
Title: Likemind06
Label: Likemind @pabloski

What more can be said about these epoch-defining compositions by Nuron/Fugue aka Nurmad Jusat, the impact of which has reverberated across the past three decades? The definition of emotional machine music, orchestral in scope yet unassuming in posture, these tracks achieve that early 90s combination of naivety and grandeur that today seems all but impossible to recapture. In line with pandemic-driven interest in the more ethereal side of 90s electronic excursions, Likemind have now remastered and repackaged a selection of Jusat’s cuts from those first four volumes, including this spiritual descendant of Ryuichi Sakamoto’s ‘Riot In Lagos’. As one night-time worker tells us in a discogs anecdote, this music really is the sound of another dimension.

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SugarSynth: "If you’re in the middle of something rough, let this be a pause to breathe, count a stroke, and know you’re not alone."

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Song lyrics:

I wake in a blue shell,
Horizon folded small.
Some days are sharp,
My lungs go quiet, count.

Can’t tell how long it took,
Shaped slow, no alarm.
One breath holds a little sea,
Til it swells and folds my calm.
Yeaaah, like that ever happens.

I mark the drift, a plank, a knot,
A small voice pulls the line.
I learn a slow, flat stroke,
Keep the chest even, fine.

Float, float
Hold the stroke, hold close.
Float, float
Stay with the drift till it shows.

Found a coat turned sail,
A hand that hauls the rope.
A neighbor’s laugh like flotsam,
A folded note, salt-locked.

Will it land? don’t know.
We keep row, keep slow.
A better swimmer learns the storm,
Still, the tide can pull you low.

Float, float
Count each stroke, hold the plank.
Float, float
There are others in the dark. Hey now.

Driftwood waits on some quiet shore,
Maybe one day we rest.
For now, one more length,
Float steady, I wish you best.

Float

SugarSynth: "Some days the world moves too fast. Some days we move off-beat on purpose. And when we can’t help it, we just control what we can. That's the best we can do."
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brain’s buffering again.
beep boop

I stare at the waveform till it stares back,
cursor blinking on the channels
every thought’s a halfmade song,
emotions stuck at 99%.
glitch breath, frame skip,
cursor drip.
nothing moves but I still trip.

input lag in my own head.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.

it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
thinking in packet loss,
heart sync off.
static bloom, no drop.

input lag in my own head.
no reset, no regret.
input lag in my own head.
the beat forgets, I don’t forget.

they say the frame skips, but we all know that blur.
we’re moving at odd tempos, but the rhythm still stirs.
some of us flicker, some of us freeze,
but there’s music in the gaps and the space in between.
they wanted clear lines, but we’re here for the haze,
for the hearts out of sync in a hundred soft ways.
this ain’t malfunction, it’s motion in disguise.
we don’t need repair, just room to rise.

it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
input lag in your own head.
this high ping, this low refresh.
the beat forgets, we don’t forget.

I don’t forget.
I don’t forget.

What if the stumble is where the meaning starts?
What if the pause is just us healing broken parts?
They call it flawed, we just call it pace.
Finding our own rhythm in this world of haste.

tempo fades.
glow stays.
this lag is in my head.
no reset, no regret.
the beat forgets.
I don’t forget.

Input lag

SugarSynth: "Even when I feel down, i'm going to show up and make things, doesn't matter what's carved in my bones. It's what I love to do."
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Carved in the bone, 
a bit wired wrong. 
They said to wait it out, 
but... I’ve waited too long. Yeah.
I don't bend, I don't slow. 
Time standing still, I’m always ready to go. 

Alive in the dark,
stubborn little spark.
Caught in the cold,
but the beat stays in my blood,
won’t fold, won’t flood
so I hold right here
when they ask you "why"?

It's all carved
It's all carved
It's all carved

Running on grit and a lithium kiss,
Rewrite the code you swore I’d never fix.
I reboot sideways, tighten the fist,
Still here, still loud, and I still persist.

Yea.
It ain’t logic,
it’s just blood and noise.
This iron heart,
isn’t one of your toys.
I tear the script up,
I break through the wall,
I shake the earth
and I stand tall.
See these bruises?
They prove I’m real
Ha!
not a machine,
just the power I feel.
Chaotic, organic,
out of control.
You mapped the brain,
but you missed the soul.

Running on spite and a hazardous kiss, 
I crash the code you swore didn’t exist. 
I reboot sideways. You couldn't insist.
A violent current, I can resist.
Now give me a kiss.

Disconnect. Reconnect.
Wired wrong. Amplify. 
Watch the waves reach the sky. 
Seek a logic? it's all neurologic. 
Turn all my memory into light.
Turning all my memory into.
All my memory..

It's all carved in the bone
it's all carved
yeah wired wrong
it's all carved
It's all carved
It's all carved

I’m a system reborn,
still burning in the dark.
I catch a spark,
and turn it into something real.
It's carved in my bones.
Wrong in many ways.
but it still feels like home.

Wait.
Am I rising from the deep?
God, I hope to wake up
Because I’m done with the sleep.

Bone carved

Believe in yourself. Life has ups and downs. Yes the downs suck, but only when you know the downs, you can appreciate the ups.

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