This track has been produced as an entry for a compilation which might possibly be released someday as digital album on BandCamp. A link to it will be added here whenever it will be out. I'm grateful to the organizer for having been invited to participate, I'm sure it will be an awesome set. And it has been a honour and a pleasure for me to collaborate once again with Her (Vocal) Majesty Myrh (@myrhyum | @tariqa-kali) on this piece, which wouldn't make sense without her contribution.

Myrh : vocals & their premix
Teth Sin : electric guitars, bağlama, samplers (drums, percussions), synthesizer, vocals, sound design, final vocal arrangement/mix

Original composition, arrangement, mix, mastering & cover artwork design by Teth Sin

We Control Your Dream

We Control Your Dream | feat. Myrh

The boy who climbed the viaduct
fell into a train
So happened he fell into a car of hay
He just went ahead and slept all that day
The train it took him far so far far away
He lost his mama and his dog
He lost his bike, his best friend John
He found a job at a broken farm
He brushed the horse and swept the barn
The man who kept him gave him a gun
Said hunt me a deer or a squirrel
I don't care, just hungry for some wild meat today
He tried to aim that gun towards a poor rabbit's head
And tears ran down into his neck
He ran from the farm and fled
He left the gun in a field of flowers
He ran till he reached the sea
And that is were he met sweet sweet Tony
She said, be my friend boy
I'm just so tired and weak
And so he did and so he did
He kissed her on the cheek
And in a few years a baby was made
as juicy as pudding and pie
They named their baby Bunny Train 
and they loved her by and by.

Green Lassie Blues 2021

The Naming of Bunny Train

SALTY

The extraordinarily talented Belial Pelegrim and I have spent the past year working on a very special project.  The end result is an EP based on nature and the changing seasons.  Here is the first single - a lille taste of what is on our "Movements of a Cloud" EP which will be released on February 25th via Bricolage.  Working with BP * https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/VZKQ3MBxyX1E2VVE6  * is always an exciting and fulfilling experience.  :) 

Check the EP out here:
https://bricolageglasgow.bandcamp.com/album/movements-of-a-cloud-bc068


We hope you enjoy!  Thanks for listening and for your support!  :)

The Myth of Wondrous Things {Minimal_Drone*GRL & Belial Pelegrim} from the "MoaC" EP

This track is dedicated to my amazing friend Keeana Kee https://soundcloud.com/keeanakee  😍😘🥰 a wonderful woman with a charming personality and fabulous beauty.

Photo from Keeana's Instagram 
Music by  ɅƉﺍꝚﺍɅNƠ 

This track is downloadable

A FIERY LOVER

I threw out all your balloons 
I can’t believe all the things I did for you 
I burn all your balloons 
Can’t believe what I did for you 
All that I stayed for 
All that I begged for 
When you knew 
I’d never be enough for you 
When you knew 
I’d never be enough 

I can’t afford to hate myself anymore
Just make it stop Lord Nrsimhadev 
Just make it stop
Make it stop
Stop

The most painful part is that I abandoned myself
Happiness and distress arrive and depart 
And when it comes I’m drowning slowly 
Suffocating 
Do you know what it’s like to be terrified of yourself?

What?
Just serve
I deserve good
I deserve love 

Don’t doubt yourself 

You think you’re not good enough? 
I’m telling you you’re good enough
You are more than enough 

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna  
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare 
Hare Rama Hare Rama 
Rama Rama Hare Hare

ॐ

In A flat minor (A440) 
Written, performed, recorded and pre-mixed by Viola Moonshape in 2022
Mixed by Brahma in October 2022
Mastered by George Konings (worldwidemastering.org) and Brahma in November 2022
Copyright © 2023 Viola Moonshape

ॐ

Burn Your Balloon

Rehearsal Video

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

... when I say "Balkans", I mean music from southeastern Europe :-) and refer to Balkan Beat Box, Balkanesque ... stuff like this. & I can only recommend, check out youtube for Balkan grooves <3 - My concrete Balkan experience was a trip to Split (with my old VW Beetle, without spare wheel); unfortunately I didn't hear a single Balkan brass band, at that time :-D ............................. Enjoy !

deep soul - dreams of balkan beats

Happy People.

IG Caustic track (p)2023

Every child starts out in a state of oceanic consciousness, a sea of sensation and emotion with no boundaries at all. They cannot tell themselves from their mother, or any other outside object. The ego is essentially a boundary marker, a delineator of the self from every other thing. The development of the ego over time can be thought of as the sharpening and clarifying of that boundary. As we grow into adulthood, and our ego becomes mature, most people lose the ability to contact the earlier oceanic feeling because they cannot drop the acute feeling of separateness created by the ego. They have lost the sense of oneness with everything and are stuck in their “two-ness,” as it were. Practicing meditation, doing inquiry, and other methods, constitute a path for returning to this original undifferentiated state of the mind, at least for some time.

https://deconstructingyourself.com/nonduality-freud-and-the-oceanic-feeling.html

Oceanic Consciousness

The North Sea was the stage for many violent battles, with lots of human losses. What would an orphan think, standing on the cliffs?

Written in French, of course. No other language offers six different meanings to the sound of "on sent la mer d'ici", all of them relevant to the situation.


** MER DU NORD **

Je suis venu de loin pour écouter le vent.
Penché sur les falaises, d'ici je me comprends.
D'ici je me comprends.
Ma mère m'a dit qu'il fallait pas venir,
qu'il vaut mieux oublier.
Ça sert à quoi de vouloir rebatir 
les ombres du passé?
Ma mère a tort. Ma mère a tort. 
Il me fallait venir.
Ici je me comprends. Je sens mon corps frémir.
De ces falaises
on voit la Mer du Nord.
Et je viens aujourdhui
pour contempler les vagues qui déferlent au vent
sous les nuages gris.
La Mer du Nord
La Mer du Nord
On sent la mer d'ici,
les cuirassés qui brulent encore,
coulés au fond des nuits,
les bombardiers touchés par les chasseurs
et piégés dans l'oubli.
La mer des morts.
La mer des morts.
Mon père était parmis
les mariniers partis au nom des forts 
et jamais revenus.
Je suis venu pour boire cet océan
et m'enivrer de lui.

Ma mère m'a dit qu'il fallait pas venir,
qu'il fallait pas venir.
Ma mère a tort. Ma mère a tort.
Ils sont tous bien ici.
La mer des morts.
La mer des morts.
Mon père était parmis
les mariniers partis au nom des forts 
et jamais revenus.
Je suis venu pour boire cet océan
et m'enivrer de lui,
m'enivrer de lui...

Mer Du Nord (based on CreaFlow Warm North Wind)

I've enjoyed making and recording some music while trying to help nurture our boys' love of music. Paintings made my me. Green Lassie Blues

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The Naming of Bunny Train

Green Lassie Blues

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