"Y a-t-il ici un petit amour ?
Qui veuille jouer avec une petite belle ?
Nous pourrions jouer jusque-là fin du jour
Dans notre petit royaume des merveilles. 
Y a-t-il ici un petit amour
Qui veuille s'émouvoir avec cette belle ? 
Nous pourrions danser jusqu'au dernier jour
Dans un rythme très lent plein de beaux soleils."

L'amour qu'on ressent si intensément, 
Qu'aucune autre chose ne nous atteint vraiment, 
Le monopole vital de nos sentiments
Eclipse nos problèmes, nos inconvénients

L'amour qui nous ronge toujours du dedans
Dans le déluge extrême de nos émotions 
On cherche ses yeux parmi tous les gens
Et plus rien d'autre ne mérite attention

Alors on la cherche, 
On ne peut se résoudre,
Où mènent nos recherches
Orage ou bien foudre ?
On part à Séville
Juste pour lui voler
Une petite étreinte
Ou même un baiser...
Alors on la cherche, 
On ne peut se résoudre,
Où mènent nos recherches
Orage ou bien foudre ?
On part à Séville
Juste pour lui voler
Une petite étreinte
Sous un oranger…

L'amour qui survient, matin de septembre
Quand l'été s'éteint car arrive novembre
On reçoit ses mots comme de beaux écrins
Contenant trop d'amour pour être serein...

L'amour est toujours une chanson touchante
Mais l'hiver est là, fine lame tranchante
Les résultats tombent, on n'y peut plus rien
La belle aux oranges, y peut encore moins

Alors on la cherche, 
On ne peut se résoudre,
Où mènent nos recherches
Orage ou bien foudre ?
On part à Séville
Juste pour lui voler
Une petite étreinte
Ou même un baiser...
Alors on la cherche, 
On ne peut se résoudre,
Où mènent nos recherches
Orage ou bien foudre ?
On part à Séville
Juste pour lui voler
Une petite étreinte
Sous un oranger…

L'amour est ainsi qu'il ne s'efface pas,
Dans tous nos récits, il est toujours là,
La fin du chemin pour celui des deux
Qui l'aimait bien trop pour devenir vieux.

"Y a-t-il ici un petit amour ?
Qui veuille jouer avec une petite belle ?
Nous pourrions jouer jusque-là fin du jour
Dans notre petit royaume des merveilles."

L'ordre d'Héloïse-2022

La Belle Aux Oranges

The Red Deer Rut (Brame du Cerf) recorded in the heart of the  the Orleans Forest, the largest Forest in France. 

Zoom F3 + 2 x Sennheiser MKH8020s
23.09.2023

Red Deer Rut - Forêt d'Orleans, France

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sometimes we exist

Like an effigy with diamond eyes,
nothing left of me but I survive --
all the stars are going silent,
swallowed by the night,
inundated by the crying skies

Cut my heart out with a shining knife,
the bloody magic of a sacrifice --
I know the process will be violent,
paying such a price,
even though it happens by design

But they'll never take my diamond eyes
But they'll never take my diamond eyes

Made of ebony and icy light,
found my heaven in the rising tide --
indigo becoming violet,
running out of time,
falling back into a child's mind

I'm slipping under the horizon line,
but something tells me it'll be just fine --
I hear the choir of the twilight
singing of the scythe,
crossing over to the other side

But they'll never take my diamond eyes
But they'll never take my diamond eyes

Diamond Eyes

I feel so distant
I feel lost
I feel something has changed inside of me
And every day
I pictured us
And every path I take
Just takes me back to where I start

I’ve let my tears run dry
But I can’t say
I don’t cry

Feel so pissed
And I’m afraid
I feel my stomach turn inside of me
And every day
I pictured us
And every path I take
Just takes me back to where I
Start

I’ve let my tears run dry
But I can’t say
I don’t cry

I’ve let my tears run dry
But I can’t say
I don’t cry

New Romantics - I Don't Cry

Lyrics:

“Whom do you call bad?
Those who always want to put others to shame?
What is most humane?
To spare someone shame?
What is the seal of liberation?
To no longer be ashamed of oneself?” 

“What does your conscience say?
You shall become who you are."

Conscience

"Above The Aether (Alpha Remix)" is the third digital single from the forthcoming GALÁN / VOGT remix album, entitled "All The Time In The World" - out release Nov 23, 2023.
Mastered by Robert Babicz.
linktr.ee/galanvogt

Galán / Vogt - Above The Aether (Alpha Remix)

Music to drive fast at nite

Numbers Station is a track part of the Sonologyst album "Shortwave Spectrum".

The new Sonologyst "sonic documentary" delves into the secretive realm of shortwave transmissions; a chronicle of clandestine shortwave transmissions culled from a span of nearly four decades (1982-2021). These mysterious transmissions - repetitive voices, signals, sound pulses, short pieces of music - were collated and edited to compose the tracks of the main album.

Immersed in an isolating fog of dark ambient, deep drone music and cinematic sound art, it provides an auditory exploration of the ongoing Cold War. Originating from covert radio stations engaged in military and espionage endeavours, the tracks unveil a hidden sonic landscape of strategic communication.

The second disc, in its extensive presentation, provides a deeper immersion into these enigmatic broadcasts. Each recording remains unaltered, accompanied only by a ghostly drone. It offers an unfiltered glimpse into the world of clandestine communication, where words are transmitted beneath the radar and in the shadowy confines of the electromagnetic spectrum.

Double CD in a matt-finish gatefold ecopak with graphic design by Abby Helasdottir.

Watch album teaser (YouTube) by Abby Helasdottir: bit.ly/SonologystShortwaveSpectrum

NUMBER STATIONS:

The so-called Number Stations are short-wave radio transmissions, broadcast at various hours of the day, and with variable durations, available on many frequencies and observed and studied for decades by radio amateurs from all over the world. These mysterious transmissions, consisting of voices reading groups of numbers or letters in the international phonetic alphabet, or of Morse code signals or sound pulses, are often preceded by transmission start "alerts" consisting of short pieces of music, sequences of letters or scales of notes, cyclically repeated at set times.

Several studies, conducted by telecommunications experts, have concluded that these transmissions were, and still are, used by numerous secret services to transmit short text messages to their undercover agents, operating in other countries. After the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, these transmissions suffered a significant decrease, but in recent years other broadcasts have followed the raising of respective new global geopolitical players, and Chinese, Korean and Indian Numbers Stations have been picked up.

Shortwave is cheap, reliable, and, unlike web communications, cannot be intercepted or blocked except in the event of a nuclear explosion. The ideal secret communication system in times of new cold war.

sometimes we exist

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