Marco Lucchi: ὁ γὰρ καιρὸς ἐγγύς

Igor Stravinsky: Da pacem Domine

sOundscApEs and Electronics

ὁ γὰρ καιρὸς ἐγγύς -- Ostacoli Sonori  rework

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Synthis, Bass: JayK
Vocals: Xian3
Text edition: Xian3
Lyrics: Franz Kafka

Homecoming is a narrative in the form of a parable from the estate of Franz Kafka. The narrative, which is only twenty sentences long, begins with the words: "I have returned" and occasionally appears under this title, was written down by Kafka in 1920 in a quarto notebook.



I have returned, 
I have passed under the arch and am looking around. 
It’s my father’s old yard. The puddle in the middle. Old, useless tools, jumbled together, 
block the way to the attic stairs. 
The cat lurks on the banister. 
A torn piece of cloth, once twisted around 
a stick in a game, 
flutters in the breeze. 

I have arrived. 
Who is going to receive me? 
Who is waiting behind the kitchen door? 
Smoke is rising from the chimney, 
coffee is being made for diner.

Do you feel you belong, do you feel at home? 
I don’t know, I feel most uncertain.
 
My father’s house it is, 
but each object stands cold beside the next, 
as though preoccupied with its own affairs,
which I have partly forgotten, partly never known.
What use can I be to them, what do I mean to them, even though 
I am the son of my father, 
the old farmer? 
And I don’t dare knock at the kitchen door, 
I only listen from a distance,

I only listen from a distance, 
standing up, in such a way 
that I cannot be taken by surprise as an eavesdropper. 
And since I am listening from a distance, 
I hear nothing but a faint striking of the clock 
passing over from childhood days,

but perhaps I only think I hear it. 
Whatever else is going on in the kitchen 
is the secret of those sitting there, 
a secret they are keeping from me. 
The longer one hesitates before the door, 
the more estranged one becomes. 
What would happen if someone were to open the door now 
and ask me a question? 
Would not I myself then behave like the one 
who wants to keep his secret?”

I have returned („Homecoming“, F.Kafka 1920) feat. Xian3

where you are,
there you are,
near is near,
far is far,
there's no forgiveness,
just whispering ears,
my head is a bony bag,
of broken mirrors,

summerset, 
can't forget,
all strung out,
fingers fret,
invisible friend will be keeping the time,
deep in the slake of my slither-pit mind,

the imaginary world that grew from our love,
sleeps in the deep dreaming of the above,
cold and indifferent the cynical skies,
heart that won't start and a head full of lies,

how I love you,

make believe,
starts to rot,
the story world,
you forgot,
whispering ears or a silence so cruel,
borrowing tears on eternal renewal.

I love you,

you left me here, all whispering ears,
the shadowless Queendom that you used to rule,
sleeps in the deep 'neath a silence so cruel,
and I'm laying to rest,
the skipped beat in my breast,
and the hiss of my whispering ears

           ....

happily never after,
a moment of sad sobbing laughter.

well, you know my head's a squat house,
and I've boarded up the eyes,
so that no one else can see,
that I'm fooled by my disguise,

happily never after,

        ...

how I let them in,
and how they piss on the floor,
deep in my squat house head,
drowning in my powdered rapport,

I only live one day in eternal refrain,
it's a Burmese repeater, again, again, again, again,

are you a beautiful melody,
with horrible words?
there was a sermon of insects,
and it was all I ever heard,
bestowed a blessing of filth,
and I was high on the stain,
it's a Burmese repeater, again, again, again, again,

Burmese Repeater...

Whispering Ears/Happily Never After/Burmese repeater

Got some slavic vocals and made a song out of them trying to capture some mystique feel in this song.

Slavic mythology or Slavic religion is the religious beliefs, myths, and ritual practices of the Slavs before Christianisation, which occurred at various stages between the 8th and the 13th century.

SLAVIC MYTHOLOGY

Prod. Ein Music 2023
QUARTIERE NERO - EIN

QUARTIERE NERO - EIN(2023)

demo of my arrangement of the John Barry track, "007" from the movie 'On Her Majesty's Secret Service'...

YouTubeで勉強のために様々な映像作品を鑑賞していたところ、偶然発見した兵庫県但馬の観 光プロモーション動画【 https://youtu.be/oW7wSv7SKMA 】の映像の美しさに感銘を受けま した。そして、もし私ならこの映像にどのような音楽を合わせるだろうと考え、自分なりに作曲 しました。
前回の作品『Stunning Spring Views』【 https://on.soundcloud.com/S9Ht5 】では、但馬高原に広がる桜とそびえ立つ山々の壮大さを描き出すためにシネマティックなサウンドを追求しましたが、今回は異なるアプローチを試みました。木琴やクラベスといった楽器を使用し、緑豊かな森と木漏れ日の情景、そして愉快な気持ちを表現することを目指しました。尺は、前回と同様にCMと同じ30秒にしました。

The Highland Forest

Radioactive

Much to young

I was lucky enough to write the music for the theme park Ba Na Hills in Vietnam. I hope you enjoy it!

Ba Na Hills: Time Gate

This is the archetypal wanderer at dusk, feeling the chill of oncoming winter, and yearning for their home.
It is a really a riff on an ancient fragment of verse: 

“Westron wynde when wyll thow blow
the smalle rayne downe can Rayne
Cryst yf my love were in my Armys
And I yn my bed Agayne.”

This mysterious poem leaves you wanting the back story.
Many artists have been inspired by it and released their own interpretations. 

Some years ago I did my own acoustic guitar ballad; it was a fresh melody, and the back story I construed went thus:

“Westron wynde when wilt thou blow,
the small rain down can rain,
Cryst  my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again .

Morning mist, when wilt thou lift,
Permit the early sun;
I would that she were here with me,
And all my journey done.

For too long have I wandered,
And too long been alone.
Listen to the thunder,
Calling me back home.

I had a dream of lands unseen,
Of wonders to behold,
Of lions on the beaches,
And cities paved in gold.

My eyes were blind to my own kind,
My heart was brash with lust,
I valued only fortune’s prize, as every young man must.

But all I found was hardship, 
And the cruel wolves of war.
And countless empty souls like me,
Each one seeking more.

Now all I’ve earned is what I’ve learned,
So this I will impart:
The only gold a man can hold abideth in his heart.

So Westron Wynde rise up my friend,
And let your small rains fall.
‘To Cryst my live we’re in my arms,
And I in my bed and all.”

This piece uses that melody.

For Too Long Have I Wandered

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I graduated from the Senzoku Gakuen College of Music, specializing in Trumpet, and currently, I am honing my skills as a sound creator at the Vantan Game Academy Tokyo campus. Additionally, I attend a vocational school while having a business outsourcing contract with a music production company, mainly creating in-store BGM and copyright-free BGM. I have acquired skills in composition, sound effects production, and recording, and can proficiently use software such as Cubase, Pro Tools, Finale, and CRI ADX2.

私は洗足学園音楽大学でトランペットを専攻し、バンタンゲームアカデミー東京校でサウンドクリエイターとしてのスキルを磨きました。作曲、効果音制作、レコーディングの技術を習得し、Cubase、Pro Tools、Finale、CRI ADX2などのソフトウェアを扱うことができます。

＊好きな音楽ジャンル
 ・クラシック音楽・プログレッシヴロック

＊楽器歴
・トランペット演奏（14年）
・ピアノ（7年)
・吹奏楽の指揮経験あり（大学時代）

＊受賞歴
・１年次学内審査会 最優秀賞（作曲・サウンドデザイン）
・日本クラシック音楽コンクール 高校生の部 優秀賞

＊活かせるスキル・特技
・作編曲
・DAWの操作（Cubase Pro、Pro Tools、Logic Pro）
・CRI ADX2の操作
・MA作業
・音楽理論（和声学・対位法・バークリーメソッド）
・波形編集
・効果音作成
・レコーディング

＊主な使用プラグイン
・Komplete 14 Ultimate Collector's dition / Native Instruments
・Mercury / Waves 
・Music Production Suite 5.2 / Izotope
・Serum / Xfer Records
・Pro-Q3 Pro-C2 Pro-R / FabFilter

＊連絡先
メール： lina.takahashi.tromba@gmail.com

The Highland Forest

Rina Takahashi

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