this just keeps building so loverly-ly. and then the drop-off and all of it lingers, leaving me longing...

Listening to this again after a few weeks of letting it steep in the brainpan, and it still triggers involuntary bouts of heart-swelling, tingling feels across the back of the neck and forearms, and ridiculous-looking smiles that can't seem to fade no matter how I may try. and

love your voice...very unique with a touch of Dead can Dance

For lack of better words, this is just so cool. The busy, unstopping elements under the breathless weight of the stars. Amazing composition. Durge

i just really liked singing 'so many stars' all of a sudden😂

first morning waking up in a spaceship far from home....
fear gives way to wonder


'so this is the first morning
and what was 'here'
is now afar

this is the golden dawn
black icebox...
white furnace......
and......
... ..  . so....................          ............ ............... . . . . 
......... . . . .man......y....................s.....t.....ar......s........ . .    .. . . . .. .........'

so many stars [WIP]

Composed, played, recorded and mixed by Davor Dojchinovich. 
Recorded at Happy Cloud Studio Seattle, Master Powered by Dolby 4/12/2022.
Davor: Piano, Bass Guitars,  Keyboards, Percussions, Drums Programming, Sampling and Production.

Seabird***

Production Note
https://furicomusicteam.blogspot.com/p/north-at-defining-moment.html

North At Defining Moments

Rummaging through the archives, looking for a specific track - couldn't find it yet - I know I have it. But I came across this ditty and decided to do some mixing work on it.

It's from 1997 I think, original 4 track recording, I was having a blast playing the slide guitar and just felt this vibe coming, decided to record it.

I do not regret it for one bit :)

Lucy Lights

Picture is from our trip to Italy, this is from the travel with train from Rome to Rimini. This track was made in advance of the posted Naviarhaiku 444 contribution I made, and one can say its a pre-study for the NH444 I did, the creation of the settings on the synths and as one of many studies of progression.

In July

AND (these are the things)

And Gentle Rain,
Morning Dew,
Cardamum, Cloves and Cinnamon too.
Sugar and Spice
Soft Touch skin Soft touch Kiss...

These are things 
We are made of
Yes, these are a few of our favorite things:

Winning epiphany, Orgasmic Rush
Crisp Promising Morning
Empty Highway 
A Good Strong Cup
Steaming and Beaming and Moaning and Groaning
And Kitties 
And Snails 
And Whales
And puppy dog Jails
And Bones 
And Clones
And Clowns in Towns
And Cruising Around
Sails Full And Away with Feet of Clay
And Play And Play 
And Play

Lavendar Lullaby
Goose Down
Fillet Mignon Beefsteak!
Beefsteak!
Banana Slug & lady Bug

And these are the Things Little We are Made of 
Yes, These are a few of our Favorite Things:

And Bridges
Towers, Flower Power, Mod 
Psychedelic
Frog Meat
Woo Hoo Hoo

Tailwind And Power,
The Man of the Hour
Sugar And Flour,
And Justice, 
Revenge
& Getting Even
Even Steven
Steve McQueen And Bullets And Guns
And We're #1... NO!
I'm #1. 
And Shit loads of fun.
And a Bun in the Oven And Cloves in the Stew,
Tornado, Tomato
Lolly Wally
A Seat on the Lu.

Infanticide, Genicide,
Suicide
Fratricide, Dolimide, Dolomites,
Anthracites, Atrocity
Monstrosity, Velocity Outer Space
and Inner Space too
Big Gulp Slurpee
Star Wars
Lavendar Lullaby

And These are the things little we are made of 
Yes, These are a few of our favorite things

Sweet Summer Smell of Fresh Mown Grass
Less than $3 for a gallon of Gas
Oh Young Agile Bonnie Lass
Yearning for Yesterday
And this Crisis to Pass
Pass Pass 
Free Game Pass
Free Range Chicken 
Oh Bonnie Lass

Intransigent Dilligent Artificially Intelligent 
Jacked On In

Recapitulation, Sonic Humiliation
Rejuvenation, Alienation, Indigenous Vegetation

Prostitutes with their daddies a floggin
And Lumber Jack Loggin
And Ohhh the Ice Cream Truck,
The Candy Man, Apple Pie and Uncle Sam,
The M.O.B, The Klan, Alan Greenspan,
Flash In the Pan and You're the Man!

Laser Beams And Jim Beam
And Mount Gay, Everest, K2, B2 Bomber,
Coughing And Laughing
And Flirting and Crashing And Hashing And Smashing
All Records
Obliteration of the Foe And Bambi
And Patronizing The Pacified, Calcified Clueless, Majestic Toothless,
Emissions Control,
Andy Warhol, Frank Lloyd Wright And All the Holy Sites
Of Spiritual Substitutes For Drug Imbued Prostitutes

And These Are the Things Little We Are Made Of
Yes, These Are a Few 
of Our Favorite Things

And These Are the Things Little We Are Made of
Yes
These Are a Few 
Of our Favorite
Things

AND (these are the things)

Fall

"Fall" EP

Where The Unfortunate Dwell (Unfortunation)

All Over the World
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

All over the world, 
All over the world, 
People crying,
People dying,
All over this world.

See the mother lying there,
See the crying baby by her side,
What the world fails to give,
The woman never receives,
Though they keep crying and dying,
No one sees.

All over this world,
All over the world,
People crying,
People dying,
All over the world.

All over the world,
All over the world,
People crying,
People dying,
All over the world.

All Over the World

This project was started months ago. Thank you Robvisual for
being so patient. Your mixing skills made this turn into something
rather lovely.
Credit to Robvisual for the cover art!

Déjà Vu

DejaVu Collaboration ROBVISUAL

Garden Cuenca Etude Mr
Instrumental piece for guitar and piano. 
The picture is the garden from the house where I was born. Goof memories

Garden

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 ..

so many stars [WIP]

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