J-Beat Magnetism

The ancient metropolis of Istanbul probably derives its name from the Greek 'Stin Polis' ('in the city')(according to Sean Lusk's excellent book 'The Second Sight of Zachary Cloudesly)having previously been Constantinople the capital of the Byzantine Empire.
This incredible city spans the continents of Europe and Asia and reflects aspects of both in its culture and people. 
(Photo taken from a trip on The Bosphorus...the waterway dividing the city's continents.)

Istanbul

Here's an old one recorded in 2005 and remastered today 02.05.23.
A simple Tango with plenty of little quirks.

Tango 4

music : Deepman https://soundcloud.com/deep-man-2-121969062
words and voices : Luciole Langevine

Lyrics and frenglish translation :

Des échardes de gel fichées au bout des doigts, tu égrènes, hésitante, ta vie ponctuée de graves intimes qui sonnent comme des glas.

Elles te poussent hors des murs sur la route déserte.
Et tu pars.

Et tu laisses en arrière le linceul ouaté quand le rythme têtu t'emporte à coups de croches sur l'asphalte luisant d'un jour à contre-temps.

Retracer le chemin du voyage à l'envers jusqu'à ouvrir la grille. 
Puis te laisser mener, lentement, par l'allée souveraine, au temple résonnant où s'accordent, nettes et brèves, les noires et les blanches au bout de tes doigts ranimés.

Le voilà, le sentier pour l'ombre et la lumière, la grâce du passage et le souffle ancien où s'évanouit le doute au cœur des origines.

Là s'élève, peau nue, la note bleue.

C'est elle qui te ramène à nous sur la frange de son aile.

Shards of gel stuck at your fingertips, you reel off, hesitantly, your life punctuated by intimate bass that rings like a death knell.

It pushes you out of the walls onto the empty road.
And you leave.

And you leave behind the padded shroud when the stubborn rhythm takes you away with eighth notes on the shiny asphalt of a day out of time.

Retrace the path of travel in reverse until you open the gate.
Then let yourself be led, slowly, through the sovereign alley, to the resonating temple where the black and white notes agree, clear and brief, at the tips of your revived fingers.

There it is, the path for shadow and light, the grace of passage and the ancient breath where doubt vanishes at the heart of origins.

There rises, bare skin, the blue note.

It is she who brings you back to us on the fringe of her wing.

Le Doute - Feat Deepman

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