i don't think i'm going home, this thing won't leave me alone..I've got fragments of the sun and moon imbedded in the core of my cerebral stem.. and of course there is that key That's allegedly buried in this pile of sacred rocks in space that supposedly unlocks the gate that holds the dog and holds the bone and blocks the path that takes me home.

Check yourself, what are you feeling at the present moment..Some times i can feel the giant moving slightly in it's sleep.. just like Vishnu dreaming high in the mountain valleys of the mighty Himalayas.

The tiny silver thread, transcendent of the reckless life we led, A raging river way down below. The moment when you finally realize it's finally time to go..
oh beloved sister's of the Storm, thank you for appearing in your human form 

what could i do, what could i say, i guess i thought that i was on my way to another nervous breakdown..The taste of life so sweet upon our tongues, We were Gods when we were young...

These lyrics are to be found in an entirely different  setting in a collaboration with Furico Music Team and Teth Sin, on Teth Sin's site called "The Mighty Himalayas"

Beloved Sisters Of The Storm

I have been tasked with choosing a monster and making a song for it. I chose the kraken. the result is both tense and playful, reminiscent of old video game boss battle music (at least that's what I was going for)

art by VM: https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-octopus-sea-eyes-3063727/

KRAKEN ATTACK!!!

Guest Musicians
The Windscale Blues Experiment/Wind instruments
https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues

Production Note
furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/leaked-l…fmt-2.html
Original Version
https://soundcloud.com/user-596493783/its-sticking-around-worked-in

It's Sticking Around & Worked In (Live)

Keyboard Mix/21
Pic ; Sonny Blount "Sun ra"

Timeless factual diffusions ━ritual

I spent years hiding under the table
Half expecting a war
I just escaped although I'm slightly less stable
But I'm alive after all

CHORUS
Give a snigger give a round of applause cuz I'm smiling
Please excuse all my obvious flaws whilst I'm smiling
See me laugh hear me cry with excitement
I'm smiling and striving not to let you down

If there's no picture it didn't happen
Forever searching the truth
I've got my naughty school boy cap on
I think that I'm bulletproof

CHORUS

I spent years hiding under the table
Where I was waiting for you
I stayed there for as long as I was able
But now I've started anew

CHORUS

Bulletproof

https://youtu.be/yw0CBZMge24
Legacy

No being can decay to nothing!
The eternal moves on in all,
In being keep you happy!
Being is eternal, because laws
Preserve the living treasures,
From which the universe is adorned.

The true was found long ago,
Has joined noble spirits;
The old true, touch it!
Owe it, son of earth, to the wise,
Who gave her to circle the sun,
And showed the sibling the path.

Immediately now turn inward,
The center you will find within,
Which no noble may doubt.
You will miss no rule there;
For the independent conscience
Is sun of thy moral day.

Then you have to trust your senses;
No wrong they let thee see,
If your mind keeps you awake.
With fresh eyes joyfully observe,
And walk safely as smoothly
Through meadows of richly gifted world.

Enjoy moderately filling and blessing;
Reason be everywhere present,
Where life rejoices in life.
Then past is constant,
The future ahead is alive,
The moment is eternity.

And at last thou hast succeeded,
And are you imbued with feeling:
What is fruitful, alone is true -
You test the general rule,
It will switch according to its way,
Join the smallest band.

And as of old, in silence,
A work of love according to his own will
The philosopher, the poet created,
So shalt thou obtain most fair favor:
For to prefigure noble souls
Is most desirable profession.

Vermächtnis

Kein Wesen kann zu Nichts zerfallen!
Das Ewige regt sich fort in allen,
Am Sein erhalte dich beglückt!
Das Sein ist ewig, denn Gesetze
Bewahren die lebendigen Schätze,
Aus welchen sich das All geschmückt.

Das Wahre war schon längst gefunden,
Hat edle Geisterschaft verbunden;
Das alte Wahre, faß es an!
Verdank es, Erdensohn, dem Weisen,
Der ihr, die Sonne zu umkreisen,
Und dem Geschwister wies die Bahn.

Sofort nun wende dich nach innen,
Das Zentrum findest du da drinnen,
Woran kein Edler zweifeln mag.
Wirst keine Regel da vermissen;
Denn das selbständige Gewissen
Ist Sonne deinem Sittentag.

Den Sinnen hast du dann zu trauen;
Kein Falsches lassen sie dich schauen,
Wenn dein Verstand dich wach erhält.
Mit frischem Blick bemerke freudig,
Und wandle sicher wie geschmeidig
Durch Auen reich begabter Welt.

Genieße mäßig Füll und Segen;
Vernunft sei überall zugegen,
Wo Leben sich des Lebens freut.
Dann ist Vergangenheit beständig,
Das Künftige voraus lebendig,
Der Augenblick ist Ewigkeit.

Und war es endlich dir gelungen,
Und bist du vom Gefühl durchdrungen:
Was fruchtbar ist, allein ist wahr —
Du prüfst das allgemeine Walten,
Es wird nach seiner Weise schalten,
Geselle dich zur kleinsten Schar.

Und wie von alters her, im Stillen,
Ein Liebewerk nach eignem Willen
Der Philosoph, der Dichter schuf,
So wirst du schönste Gunst erzielen:
Denn edlen Seelen vorzufühlen
Ist wünschenswertester Beruf.

Frei nach J. W. v. Goethe

🎞️ Video

Legacy

Next stop the future! All aboard for a sensational track that gets the blood pumping.  This project was short sweet and to the point and it knew what it wanted to be early on. Drums and lead from the Synthstrom Deluge, chords and melody from the Arturia Microfreak, arpeggiated bass from the Novation Ultranova. Music video on YouTube
https://youtu.be/7qF18b7IoGM

DASH .Express

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco

Bioluminescence

In Blue

Zep inspired climate song.  As tu vu mon visage perdu?  L'as tu Vu?  This version is in English but if you want to hear my original lyrics check out Digues Deux Point Zero.

Levee 2.0

ONDE MIGRANTI (Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

Se poi si parte una ragione c’è su queste piste di sale,
Serpente scivoli e lasci dietro te impronte di un lento viaggiare
Solo le nuvole porto con me, verso un temporale
L’angoscia resta dentro e non va via, va ben oltre la strada
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda avanti e non vede niente
Lo sguardo spento che, nel mio futuro cosa c’è

Bambini giocano con le stelle e fanno grandi sorrisi
Donne nascondono i loro volti dietro abiti neri
Ma se è vero che esiste un dio per tutti gli uomini
Se è vero che ci mette alla prova non lo voglio pregare
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo morte
Lo sguardo spento che, cerca del pane ma non c’è
I trafficanti non hanno pietà, ma un solo dio il denaro
Un altro giorno chissà se verrà col il sole domani
Saranno onde fatte di speranze e di sogni sospesi
Saranno mani vuote in cerca di calore che implorano il cielo
Prova a immaginare cosa sento in quest’istante
il sapore amaro di chi guarda indietro e vede solo ...

ONDE MIGRANTI (MIGRANT WAVES)(Compositore Autore Flavio Pozzaglio)

If you start a reason
there is on these salt slopes,
Snake slides and leave footprints of slow travel behind you
Only the clouds I carry with me, towards a storm
The anguish remains inside and does not go away, it goes far beyond the road
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look ahead and see nothing
The dull gaze that is in my future

Children play with the stars and make big smiles
Women hide their faces behind black clothes
But if it is true that there is a god for all men
If it is true that it tests us, I don't want to pray
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only death
The dull gaze that looks for bread but is not there
Traffickers have no mercy, but only one god of money
Who knows if another day will come with the sun tomorrow
They will be waves made of hopes and suspended dreams
They will be empty hands in search of heat that implore the sky
Try to imagine what I feel right now
the bitter taste of those who look back and see only ..

ONDE MIGRANTI

in need of a trim...about a number 4
an improv with a sheet of scrawlings
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seventies internal decor
remnants of an older era

trappings of sectarian
ism
still smelt of bass and harp

a little roadside inn
on a traffic island

in newtownards

new roads have swallowed up 
this part of the old town
left you run down and

marooned

no-brand cheap electric,
lambeg and an accordion
and to my surprise a penny whistle
even a bold bodhran

2 brothers owned it
always well dressed
but health went to ruin

walls now
damp pebbledash
timbers rotten

on an old traffic island
time is traffic level rising

once sam and
margaret passed this way

met up at uncle alec's

went out inside the new town
lived in their heyday

shot an arc
through the crowded sky

lit up
their time














those were the days


.


i went outside
back into fresh air

cars passing
just sunday drivers

now i've monday
destinations

to belfast
the big apple

back from
little

newtownards

no time
like the present

no time to be
wasted

in newtownards

holy shitshow