This is a very imaginative series, and these machines seem so alive!

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participate in the jungle we used to call silence

Reverting Switch Turtle

gaping fog 
tiny bits breaking
harshly observing

rhel

vocals and lyrics by @INRGD
music and production by @Pfaender

Landscape of the future

Larararara...
When I tried to see from...
Outside...
It dropped the image
Of wondered figures...

And they realized...
Behind...
They left behind...
They left behind...

When there's nothing left...
And then there's nothing left...

It's time...
It's time to remake it.

When there was time.
And there were no more time.
And there was time.
And it was the moment
- The perfect moment to remake it.

And it was the perfect moment to remake it.
Behind, behind...

[...]

Just before...

Before it all changes...

But first you have to make it.
And remake it.

Behind, behind...
Behind, behind...
Behind...
Behind, behind...
Behind...

And there was nothing left...
And there was nothing left behind
No, don't...

All the memories
Would change,
Would fade,
And they fade out
In mystery.

The landscape of the future...
Landscape of the future...

Behind, behind...
There was nothing left.

Landscape of the future.
(Landscape of the future)

Behind, behind, behind...

Change it...
Change it and remake it.

There is space...
Creating spaces for the landscape of the future [...]

Landscape of the future...

Behind, leave it all behind...

Create new versions of the future.

Landscape of
Landscape of
Landscape of
The future...

The moment to change
Remake...
Construct behind...

Create new figures.
Unholy figures...
Solid pictures
And figures
[...]

And leave behind...
To leave behind...

Landscape of
Landscape of the future
The landscape of the future...

Landscape
Create the landscape of the future
Create the landscape of
The future...
Create...
The landscape of...
The future...

The landscape of the future
The landscape of
The landscape of the future...

Create, recreate...
The image of the future...
Create, recreate...

Modeling to escape...
No escape anymore [...]

Recreate, recreate...

INRGD & Pfaender - Landscape of the future

skunky

That Would Be Wonderful W Crocodile Soup

Pippy’s “World of Machines”:  A concept album designed to immerse the listener into an industrial world, void of life and covered with machines.  Each track focuses on a specific region of a post-apocalyptic world which lives on mechanically.  Inspirations for this piece come from observations of industry, world events of 2020, and exploitation of our mother and provider.  

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Processing And Manufacturing

(It doesn't matter how long it takes)

All again
All again, all again
(How long it takes to describe)
All again

Visions of the unseen
They escape on the masquerade
They feel the misery
With the masquerade.
They are all masquerade
On everyone I see
All over again

All again
Once again

All violence comes
To the sourcer
To the sourcer trouble
Vanish

All the violent comes
The sourcer trouble
On the disguise.
Feel on despair
Sourcer trouble

Despair, disguise
And in silent
Sourcer trouble
In despair

(There is no solution)

Minutes wondering how

I couldn't see no solution

We could escape
We could escape from
The transition beyond

Wondering how I could escape
Wondering how I could escape
Wondering how I could escape far beyond

All the misery, all the misery, all
The misery

(All the misery)

Death unites us
Death unites us

Death unites us

I see what is left behind
I see what is left behind
All disguise, despair
(Was left alone)
Merciful fate

I tried
(Feel unborn)
I wanted to scream
But I couldn't
I wanted to scream
But I couldn't

Unborn
Release all the pain
Give birth to the silence
Give birth to the silence
Silent on the room
Silent on the room

I was wondering how I could escape
Vanishing with the waves
(Was left undone)
(Was left undone)
With the waves

What is lifting me now
I wonder how I could escape
(Why it was left undone)
From the merciful fate

I wonder how I could escape

Wondering how
(Time become)
I could bother me but I don't know
(To escape)

How can I escape
Death unites us on despair

Death and misery
Once again as my visions

Between the legs I can't find
(I was unborn)

It all came so desperately
(Isolate)
It came suddenly
Into thousand pieces

My soul was trying to figure out

(My soul)
I felt
(Was divided)
Broken
That time I was broken

(I couldn't escape from misery)

I couldn't escape
No, I couldn't escape

Merciful fate
(I couldn't escape from misery)

Digging beyond the cave
I couldn't escape from the fate

The destiny
The destiny
Was merciful fate

Become unborn
Become undone

This fate
And there were no merciful fate
(The sourcer begun)
To regret, or just escape
And I was there once again
Trying to escape from the misery

Couldn't escape from the misery
(Death unites)
(No, I couldn't escape)
Trying to live alone
(No I couldn't escape)
Trying to recover on your own

Recover
Cover all the mess

All the blood
Was trying to warn me
It was trying to warn me

(Let the world behind)

Death unites us
Death unites us

Escape The Merciful Fate

Written November 22nd, 2020.  

Another in the series.

Chill Dark

Fathom - 1

Hello, my name is pippy. 

welcome to my diary.

temp hiatus, stay tuned.. 10-6-2025

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ABOUT pippy (that's me, pippy):

enoff have asked who and what is pippy. pippy is pippy, i.e., a silly name with no meaning or basis. the idea of pippy was to create a baseless character for my music to live in, unbound by any sense of seriousness, coolness, likeability. the name and idea of pippy is to provide a 'wtf' response from whomever stumbles upon this page. i do not like creative boundaries, expectations, and preconceived notions. i think a lot of musicians get wrapped up in identity (crisis) and advertise their music with intent of being listened to, and become influenced by what is known to be likeable. i purposefully do not advertise, share, or promote my sounds to retain an honesty and rawness in what i produce. i write from whatever is on my mind, in my mind, at the moment. nearly all tracks are sloppily written in 1-3 hour bursts, and then thats it. 99% of my tracks are completely written from scratch, lots of midi work and many modulations to create a dynamic sound. i try to keep things unpredictable, to a fault.. i become bored very easily, and i enjoy this process i have nailed down. i leave it to the community and the listener to decide if my tracks are worth sharing. as you can see from the numbers, my page is quite lonely. i like it this way. but, if you enjoy what you hear, i leave my promotion in your hands. pippy enjoys creating for the sake of creating, out in the world of pippyland. i encapsulate current emotions in each track, so this is the closest thing i have to a diary. i can recall the mood, state, time, period of each piece, and it is an amazing way for me to recall my past. there is no social media maintained for pippy, no other source for these tracks. just shitty soundcloud, which is quite awful. i should invest more time in expanding to better platforms but i am a creature of habit. if you've read this far, then yer one of the few that is intrigued by the sounds and so i'll continue for u.

original concept for pippy:
pippy was orphaned due to mother passing during birth. the father was totally distraught by pippy's green colored skin, and what appeared to be red hair., as such, abandoned, pippy was sent to work in the ole' mill in the glorious 'Tube City'. pippy enjoyed his work, but one day while having tea in his shack, he heard a shriek. pippy investigated his neighbors box and was shocked to see a dead body. Tube City police arrived shortly after and attempted to arrest pippy. alas, he gave them the ole' pip-slip and made a shabby escape at the local marina. pippy sailed far away to an island where he met garp, a red faced dim-witted creature. pippy enjoyed the peaceful nature of his new life on the island, but eventually the wails came. pippy trapped on the island, was forced to turn himself in! the court hearing occurred immediately and all at once: pippy was to be sent to Penal Planet for execution. the ship took months to arrive at the block. as pippy exited and walked to the gallows, chains sweeping in the distance, he remembered th


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Processing And Manufacturing

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