So cool!  Depends on the flowers...  But makes me feel like that sometimes...

Very cool rhythmic structure with a perfect blend of all the instrumentation

Love those neverending triplets with everything including the kitchen sink over them!

Listening to the beginning and I couldn't help myself https://soundcloud.com/user-993097885/journey-full-range-old-school-remix-video an entirely different composition. Amazing how those 5 + 7 notes works. 😁👍

Flow

｢調整 ~ ADAGIO ADDOLORATO」

Concept music for a scene of a graphic novel. Part 1 of 4.

Music written, produced, performed, mixed and mastered by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.

Cover art: "Die drei Lebensalter der Frau" (1905) by Gustav Klimt. Edited by me.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

RECONCILE

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© 2023 Pantomime Riot

Fire drops walls can’t  protect
Filthy water that will infect
Bleached bones in the midday sun
Shots rattle from a distant gun
Into the trailer single file
Another misplaced juvenile
Stench is strong as heads are bowed
Tightly packed no bags allowed

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

Dipping under rusted wire
Leaving the frying pan for the fire
Slip down to the rugged shore
Face pressed to the salty floor
Push against the currents force
Whispering voices plot a course
Waves crashing as you start to slide
There’s no sign of the other side

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand

Dirty bandage fallen slack.
Hands burnt from the last attack.
Biometrics have been destroyed.
The guard looks tired and seems annoyed.
Status can’t be verified
Documents won’t be supplied.
Ushered off to the holding cell.
Your latest twisted living hell.

Dark waters to a better path
Slide away from the aftermath
Heard tales of a promised land
Can’t be far now close at hand.

EARLY BRIGHT

PROMISED LAND

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/flowers.html

Flowers

Retour aux Aiguilles de Port-Coton (piano)

A pulsing layered rock dirge about being stuck in the eating utensils of giants or unnoticed between the typeset of discarded newspapers. Bat! Bi! Hiru! Lau! We've all been there!

From the album LATITUDE BERA available at https://brittapejic.bandcamp.com/music

Latitude Bera

Between the Tines

Dollar General

Room With a View

Tempus Fugit

Vidéo :  https://youtu.be/oFWFt8KSViM

Chant  : Teel
Texte   : Say M
Musique : Alain Illos


Comme si de rien n'était

Tes fleurs aux murs sont délavées
J'ai pris ton jean pour la soirée
Et quelques bagues pour compléter
Comme si de rien n'était
Comme si de rien n'était
Comme si de rien n'était Rapidement j'ai embrassé
Les joues humides de tes amis
Tout est meilleur le jour d'après Mais moi je déteste celui-ci J'aimerais tes bras pour m'rassurer C'est toi qui sais chasser le pire Comment j'vais faire pour t'écouter Si tu n'es plus qu'un souvenir J'n'ai pas ta force de tout cacher
Comme si de rien n'était
Comme si de rien n'était
Comme si de rien n'était
Ils ont tous parlé de ta vie
Je me demande où ils étaient
Quand toi tu étais proche du vide
Ça n'sert à rien, oui je le sais
Mais je n'arrive pas à me dire
Que tes coussins resteront rangés
Quand j'm'approcherai de ta penderie
J'voudrais tellement les voir voler
Remplir le silence de nos rires
Comme si de rien n'était
Comme si de rien n'était
Tes fleurs aux murs sont délavées
J'ai pris ton jean pour la soirée
Et quelques bagues pour compléter
Comme si de rien n'était
Comme si de rien n'était

Comme Si De Rien N'était  avec Teel

Spiral 150 BPM

Everyone needs to feel love. And everyone is important that’s my motto. And i love everyone of you all and I blessed. So always love yourself and others. And stick together! Much love and greetings from Eddie Man

Wit You-Eddie Man Feat MTM

Well, this is a quirky downtempo kind of thing!
Keep safe out there  .....things are still Crazy!

Many thanks for all of your kind shares and reposts!!!!

ps I know about the distortion on the keys :-(

FATE  (Two Faced )

I am Nobody

When that title slipped into my mind it was all go and the early verse work felt bluesy with certainly blue notes to sing. The chorus wrote itself around the title with jazz chords. Changing key to the variation was natural enough but quite a long journey back to the verse again.

Art in her Bones

Out on the left - she’s made it her home
Some think she’s weird – and likely getting’ stoned alone
But I’m on the hook - just reel me in
It’s the art in her bones - that makes her what she seems to be
The art in her bones - makes a thrill inside of me 

Sometimes at night- she wakes from a dream
She runs to her paint – got to liberate that scene
Then after an hour - she’s layin’ back down
It’s the art in her bones . . .

She don’t deal with accounts and rates and supermarkets
She’s driftin’ through hazy lanes and blocks of colour
And something someone said three nights ago
She put that friend in embargo
Gotta work it through on canvas - then they’ll thaw in a tryst

They’ll work it out – those ladies of rhyme
They just need the moon – to tell them when the time is right
And me I can wait – for that special night

When she gives she’s layin over us 
Starlight curves across her body real – we’re playin’ seals
Lazy floppy as the sunlight grows
We talk of us as forever – and after that still together
Neath the door’s a gentle zephyr

Hey let us rise – it’s quarter to one
In the café - love our whacky talkie fun
The way she sees things – my soul it just sings

ART IN HER BONES

'Flow'

Falsestart: rhythm & bass
Scotty: lead, lyrics, vocals

I'm somewhere stuck in the middle.
I can't decipher these riddles.
I know I must but can't seem to let it go.
The strength to see through these billows
brings restless nights to my pillows.
Spiraling, I can't seem to let it go.
I'm digging deep into will, though,
or it continues to kill, slow.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling.
I must find a 'good' way to overcome.
Spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling, spiraling. 
I must find a 'good' way to overcome
or I will succumb. 

Society, I'm finding,
is difficult surviving.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Inside, I feel I'm dying.
Can't stop these tears from crying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
Although you see me trying,
can't keep myself from flying.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
It's in my mind, I just gotta let it go.
I can't do so when I am feeling low.
So, I rise again. 

Your influence; uplifting. 
I feel my spirit shifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
My brain's begun its sifting
to keep my mind from drifting.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
This strength, it comes within me.
My destiny's within reach.
Negatives; I know I can let 'em go.
Go, go, go, go, go, go.... 

Here I am. 
My own man.
With no plans.
Flow.


flow (with Falsestart)

First track from a set of short piano pieces.
"Rien ne bougeait encore au front des palais. L’eau était morte. Les camps d’ombres ne quittaient pas la route du bois."
Arthur Rimbaud

Danse Immobile

Warm Piano Pieces I - Danse Immobile

Daytime landline

Funny and funky in a kind of serious way:)

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That said, we’ll still be checking in as usual, so feel free to leave us a comment or send a message anytime. Thank you always for listening.

The FURICO Music Team 15 May 2025.

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

Flowers

The FURICO Music Team - Auditory Art

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