Sensual Theorems

A Little Black Cloud, Gene Jumper, ( Original )

Et, comme un long linceul traînant à l’Orient,
Entends, ma chère, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

Piano Impro #11 - Entends la Douce Nuit Qui Marche

Piano Impro #11 - Entends La Douce Nuit Qui Marche

Strange Attraction Of A Deep Autumn Sky

Lyrics:
In the moisty heat of the night I measure the viscosity of time by applying group theory to the ice cubes in my glass of blood.
I want to sooth my aching synapses in the liquid sun of chaotic melodies and bath my eyes in the clouds of muffled harmonies. 
The marbled coalescence of the iridescent canopies drips with vibrating tentacles of abstruse sensations which insinuate themselves into the cortex of our vibratory emotions.
The mystical tentacles of devotion slither around my wrists and ankles war and delicately vibrating invading my thoughts with their glassy intuition.
I can summon ancient idols from the gulfs of time and abyssal tombs. And wrap my naked body in the moist lust of their gaze. I can invoke the runes of power and abstraction carved in the soapy stone of a lost asteroid. 
Last words of vanishing gods reverberate in the echoes of their glory while the whips of remorse tear up the petrified flesh of their deceived heralds.
The winged demons and the ragged angels will rejoice and kiss my aethereal feet. 
The tides will cover the sand of our imagination, green and everlasting and salty and cold.

Green Harmonies Of Sensual Digressions

Ain't Hurtin Nobody

Four piano  fragments:
I - Le lac, les roseaux à travers la brume (0 - 1min31)
II - Winter light (1min31 - 2min34)
III - Small morning melody (2min34 - 3min54)
IV - Nagaika remix (3min54 - 5min51)

Four Piano Fragments of sublimated Nostalgia

Four Piano Fragments Of Sublimated Nostalgia

Produced for the wonderful https://citiesandmemory.com/ as part of their SOUNDS of Italy project. Original field recording by Giuseppe Calisti. I just turned it into the mess you are now hearing : ) Official arty blurb below

Leaving Sicily is a poetic remembrance, expressed through sound, of my travels across the Island in 2017. For me the Island was a constant  barrage of wonder; both beautiful and terrifying, welcoming and isolating, modern and ancient and familiar yet alien. The piece heavily manipulates samples from the field recording captured at The Falcone Borsellino Aiport to express some of the dichotomies above. Leaving Sicily finishes with the ‘raw’ sound of the crowd of the airport terminal representing the transition from my surreal and personal travel back into the world of normality - just another tourist in the crowd about to return to his normal life.

Leaving Sicily

So welcome to the Kali Yuga of the Pandaemonaeon wherein nothing is true and everything is permissable.
For in these post-absolutist days it is better to build upon the shifting sands than the rock which will
confound you on the day it shatters. Philosophers have become no more than the keepers of useful sarcasms,
for the secret is out that there is no secret of the universe. All is Chaos and evolution is going nowhere in
particular. It is pure chance which rules the universe and thus, and only thus, is life good. We are born
accidentally into a random world where only seeming causes lead to apparent effects, and very little is
predetermined, thank Chaos. As everything is arbitrary and accidental then perhaps these words are too small
and pejorative, rather we should perhaps say that life, the universe and everything is spontaneously creative
and magical.
(Excerpt from Liber Kaoss - Principia Chaotica by P. Caroll)

track alternate title: *Taileater Jams* - turn on repeat to find out why^^
track 2 from https://neurologickthunder.bandcamp.com/album/ov-stocchastic-reality-and-agile-vibration

Agitated Neuron↯ - Ov Shifting Sands And Languid Stones

Vocals, lyrics by Nadia Selvaggi
Instrumental & mix by Toshi Rio: https://soundcloud.com/toshi-rio
*Photo: My mother, Esther, Williamsburg,  Brooklyn, NY

Italian American
By Nadia Selvaggi

Shadows creeping over
tailored plastic upholstery
A chorus rising
from the Kings of Williamsburg

O, As gray and worn out
as the buildings on Grand St, Bedford, and Ainslie
O, Sauce from a brown paper bag,
breaded artichokes, and Angela's gravy

Shadows creeping over
baccàla and calamari
Undershirts, hairy chests, 
the thrill of Brylcreem

O, Plaster saints, plastic rosaries,
OLMC's Giglio Feast
O, A hundred black haired lifters
and the scent of Tony's powdered Zeppoli

I am an Italian American

O, Uncle Sal's pre-paid crypt
at St. John Cemetery, Queens
O, Fifty grand for
Gabriella's fancy sweet sixteen

I am an Italian American

Shadows creeping over
the Brooklyn Bridge and Domino's factory
Marco and Carmella's fancy wedding

O, Red, white and green
on a box of Fortunato's pastry
O, Cherry ices,
Uncle Angelo's embroidered shirt
stained with Spumoni

I am an Italian American

O, Uncle Pete's pasty pancaked corpse
at Mastroianni's
O, Twenty grand
for marble cased eternity

Italian American by Toshi Rio & Nadia Selvaggi

Sweet Duality Of Time

What was that? 
A shadow dream 
At the edge of your sight
There is nothing there
but you still take care
and nothing can make it right
Your mind is clear
there is nothing to fear
even in the depths of night
The darkness holds
such terrors
that fade with the coming daylight

The lucidity of  wakefullness keeps you sane
It's as we believe it to be
Who could imagine that the monsters that haunt our dreams
Owe their existence to me
The sunlit uplands call and we think the battle is won
But demons lurk there yet when all is said and all is done

How do we just draw a line
between truth and fantasy
As the organs of the internet
tell us this is our reality
Say goodbye to all  the things 
that you believed were sure to be
Obscure is the truth we seek
Why would you listen to me?

Why Would You Listen To Me (with Gareth)

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Sergio Parraga on Congas, Bongos, Percussion.  Featuring Vibraphone solo. Flute solo. Trumpet solo. Acoustic Bass. Steinway acoustic Piano Rhythm. Gibson L5 Electric Guitar Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm with Bass. String quartet, Cello, Viola, Acoustic Bowed Bass. Trap Drum set. Percussion, Timbales, Cowbell, Ago go bells, Cymbal Crash, Congas, Bongos.

Lighthouse

Bossa Dreamer

Modes About Me X Nucky BombSon - Falcone's Kitchen - 95 BPM - E Minor

Music: Composed, written, and performed by
Nucky BombSon - https://soundcloud.com/user-405139930

Lyrics: Written and performed by Modes About Me "Mark David McClellan"

Falcone's Kitchen (Prod. Nucky BombSon)

i'm healing sløwly

hey ! hope you'r fine ^^ this is my new track very melancholic with a mix of lofi and big bass ^^ stay positive ! always ! peace <3

Sweet Duality Of Time

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