A collection of modern classical pieces for effected piano, violin, organ and voice. 

Borrowing from the worlds of electronic/experimental music and combing with modern classical minimalism.

Twelve Oh Two

This track will be released in "Week 4" on a wonderful ambient reworking project designed to portray human life on Mars day by day. 

Please support the wonderful project: https://thediaryofmars.bandcamp.com

A big thanks goes to SLDE for its valuable support.

Story behind the Dust Storms on Mars

It was one of the large and violent dust storms which occur in the vast plains during the Martian spring. They cover large parts of the Martian surface. A brave research team wanted to conduct research at high altitude during one of these dust storms. They flew their space capsule high into the atmosphere. The roar and thunder of the dust storm could be clearly heard and felt. They were still able to make sensational picture and sound recordings. The strain on The Crew and on the space capsule was enormous. 
The research team was able to observe that the wind speeds in the upper atmosphere were much greater than those on the ground. They did not realize until they returned to their space station that they had recorded other, mysterious sounds as well. The origin of these noises could not be cleared up until today. It remains another mystery of the dust storms on Mars. This provides another reason to re-explore one of the major dust storms. But this decision has yet to be made.

Dust Storms on Mars [Flight through the dust storm MIX]

The Dust Storms Of Mars - Flight Through The Dust Storms

Created on Elektron Syntakt and Roland TB03. Recorded into Zoom H6.

Nebula

https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDu4995AxMrnqYBpq-gFam3LgYBiB_j_S

Waiting

Words & music by The Holy Hour.

Produced by Rory Attwell.

Pay Me Attention

Something changed in my mind

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UnqhxeJjO38

Vision (4dversary & Under a dark l1ght)

The Unitys - Suicide Trauma

Il y a des choses qui ne vont pas
Comme mon visage en ce moment

Il y a des choses qui ne vont pas
Comme mon rictus

De solitude
T'étais la reine des boîtes de nuit
Elle était belle, et magnifique
Mais "sadistic"...

Personne n'est comme elle dans cette ville
Mais elle cache un secret.
Elle me l'a dit

Je veux m'échapper, ne pas rester,
éviter cette terrible escalade.
D'être ça...
Bonheur!
Son espoir!
Une déesse a demande à cet esclave.

Je veux m'échapper, ne pas rester
éviter cette terrible escalade.
D'être ça...
Bonheur!
Son espoir!
Une déesse a demandé à cet esclave.

Une déesse a demandé à cet esclave

Il y a des choses qui ne vont pas
Comme ce couteau sous mon bras

Il y a des choses qui ne vont pas
La vie est tellement ingrate
Mais tellement ingrate

Je veux m'échapper, ne pas rester
éviter cette terrible escalade.
D'être ça...
Bonheur!
Son espoir!
Une déesse a demandé à cet esclave.

Une déesse a demandé à cet esclave.



The Unitys
https://www.bandlab.com/bands/band8230453322565616

Segundo Mandamiento
@aisackdarks2003
https://www.bandlab.com/aisackdarks2003

HOPE
@hgray
https://www.bandlab.com/hgray

DUCHAMP-KILLER
@duchamp_killer
https://www.bandlab.com/duchamp_killer

B.Breeg
@b_breeg
https://www.bandlab.com/b_breeg

Betsrose
@betsrosenekromancia
@aaronbanstrunkantz
https://www.bandlab.com/betsrosenekromancia

Skidmark.e.smith
@skidmark_e_smith
https://www.bandlab.com/skidmark_e_smith

Torax Post Punk
@esegeraa
https://www.bandlab.com/esegeraa

The Unitys - Suicide Trauma

Guitars, programming, mixing, vocals and composition by J. George
Screenshot from the movie Wild at Heart (David Lynch, 1990)

Heaven Smells

I know that heaven smells like acrid
At least I know it does exist
You may wish for roses all you want
But I’ll take the world as it is

I know that beauty sometimes lie
And ugliness got truths inside
You may wish for roses all you want
While I throw myself on the mud

I know that love can smell quite weird
And a dirty sheets can tell a story
You may wish for roses all you want
From my bed, I’d send you to space

I know that life ain’t always fair
The world can be a prison for some
You can wait for Godot all you want
But I got ants in my pants, got to move!

I know that heaven smells like acrid
I know that beauty sometimes lies
I know that life ain’t always fair
But I take it each day by the horns

Cheiro o Paraíso

O paraíso eu já cheirei
Não é como um jardim, meu amor
Fique com suas rosas se quiser
Eu fico com o seu acre odor

Às vezes, o belo distrai
E feia é a revelação
Fique com as rosas se quiser
Na lama, faço natação

Eu sei que amar é se despir
Do que o seu ego lhe vestiu
Fique com as rosas se quiser
Mas ela tem espinhos a mil

A vida não precisa ser
Um curso de ventríloquo
De suas rosas, me cansei
Quero mais é meter o louco!

O paraíso eu já cheirei
Às vezes, o belo distrai
Eu sei que amar é se despir
Quero mais é meter o louco!

Cheirei o Paraíso (DEMO)

Learn

Guitars, programming, mixing, vocals and composition by J. George
Screenshot from the movie Jeanne Dielman (Chantal Akerman, 1976)

Marasmo

Dias se passam, sentidos se disfarçam
Sua vida é o seu próximo atraso
Sem se atinar a com mínima coisa
Uma plácida complacência

“Mas não há nada de errado”, você diz
Está tudo organizado aos trinques

Meses se passam, mistérios se desfazem
Seus dias são à um firme compasso
Sequer se pensa a mínima coisa
Que poderia te bagunçar

“Mas eu não sou criativo,” você diz
Pra que tanto especular, é triste
Não entendeu ainda minha vida?

Anos se passam, mágoas se amassam
Uma amálgama ressentida
Agora você não tem escolha
Não importa o quanto inventar

“Mas eu não tenho coragem”, você diz
Não sei o que há do lado de fora
Não entendeu ainda minha vida?
Se um mais um não der dois, fico louco

Mas um dia a conta vem para todos
Se paga ou se morre por dentro

DOLDRUMS

The days just go by, your senses lay down
Life is nothing but a waiting game
You don’t question the least of things
In your heaven, complacency rules

“But there’s nothing to worry around here”
That’s what you say every time we meet

The months go by, no mysteries arise
And certainty rules all your days
You don’t question the least of things
‘Cause suspicions may cause surprise

“But there’s nothing to worry around here”
That’s what you say every time we meet
There’s nothing to speculate about

The years go by, the sorrows collide
The tears and fears amalgamate
No matter what story you may tell
You can’t run and you can’t hide

“But there’s nothing to worry around here”
That’s whats you say every time we meet
There’s nothing to speculate about
That’s what my life is, joy in the doldrums

But one day, the bill arrives for all
You may pay it or you may die

Marasmo (DEMO)

J. GEORGE IS NOT A BRAND
J. GEORGE IS NOT A MOVEMENT
J. GEORGE IS NOT AN INFLUENCER
J. GEORGE DOES NOT PUSH ANY PRODUCTS
J. GEORGE DOES NOT PUSH ANY IDEOLOGY
J. GEORGE IS NOT FOR SALE
J. GEORGE IS NOT FOR RENT.

Songs in portuguese and in english.

Cheirei o Paraíso (DEMO)

J. George

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