Zelfspraak

One high in the mountains, the other high in the suburbs, each mixing ambient, industrial, traditional songs and dub.

Voices are children from French national archives (INA).

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Outsiders: Demord Enregistrements w/ Gakona & Riposte @ Kiosk Radio 11.11.2024

written in 1949 by Giorgos Mouzakis & Kostas Kofiniotis
originally uploaded as a live reel on my Instagram account @nefleli

Όπου κι αν πας να θυμάσαι

Aanstormend Vlaams-Nederlands schrijftalent laat zich inspireren door schilderijen van Peter Paul Rubens, Jan Steen en andere 17e-eeuwse kunstenaars uit de collectie van het Mauritshuis vanuit één kernvraag: wat zie je als je met oog voor alternatieve geschiedenis naar deze artefacten kijkt?  

Naomi van Kleef | Geef mij je tanden, liefste

Ambiance for the ambulance. “Die Quelle alles Guten liegt im Spiel!” — Friedrich Fröbel

linUSB & Kleingeld @ Kiosk Radio 30.11.2024

a coming of age story by Lui Surreal
produced by OUTRAGE
additional guitar by J.Carmi

Lyrics:

Last night, I sold the devil,
to my soul 
Yea
Yea

Grew up got the bag
still a child inside
Like word to dad 
World on max
Look me in the eyes i'm mad 
Know you understand 
Know you fancy that  
Guapadol manifest 10 stacks
Guapo thang in these leather pants 
Hack into heaven then i do my dance
Do my dance 
My dirty little dance

Let’s go
Let’s go
London, London, top of the dungeon 
All for the love of abundance 
Burning on pungent, drunk n drugging 
Substance son
you got nothing 
I open the door
to the other side 
meanwhile you try
kill the vibe
Cyanide skies
like homicide 
Cult revival
it's still alive

She a guapa girl get guapadol 
It's so warm in her castle walls 
We pay love no cash involved 
Musics wack we gone get bored 
Lay me down on the bathroom floor
take it off and then press record 
Creating art we’re not making porn 
babe you’re Satan didn’t ya see those horns 

Grew up got the bag
still a child inside
Like word to dad 
World on max
Look me in the eyes i'm mad 
Know you understand 
Know you fancy that  
Guapadol manifest 10 stacks
Guapo thang in these leather pants 
Hack into heaven then i do my dance

Hard to dabble without being tainted 
Feet in the shallows free like masons 
My heart she swallows she wants a patent
I hit follow her face i paint it
Cold as a graveyard, gorgeous 
Get up on me baby, love and lust
cuz u fucked me up n it made me
Life is amazing, hard as the pavement
Peep my face through the vapors
alone on stage engaged in a rager
all manifest off a pen to paper 
Beast by nature, so fuck you pay me 
before you say shit like
saving moneys the best way to make it 
Fuck you money
I hate you money
But I need you money

X-RATED [Prod. OUTRAGE]

you become friends with this worm and you built a home together underground and now you are happy together until you die after 1,5 year because you are an ant and the worm stays alone reminiscing your old memories until they die as well after 5 years

pov: you are a little ant and you become friends with a huge worm underground

daffodils in the spring dub 2

broken body

Playing Guitar After A Year.

Pronounced "viande". Autrice-Compositrice/Singer-songwriter/producer.
Only unfinished demos here - keeping track!
Something like experimental pop.

“Suddenly, I was surrounded by horses. I sat by the water to refresh my feet, then I laid down and I closed my eyes. After a few minutes, one of them came by and sniffed my nose. I was a little bit scared but I stayed still. The horse was whispering a song.”

daffodils in the spring dub 2

vixnde