Bird In A Golden Cage

I'm really happy to share you my new remix today, I hope you'll like it and don't hesitate to share the track, peace. <3

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ODESZA - Memories That You Call (Petit Biscuit Remix)

Welcome to Mo:Dem sounds from the past! Alternative now known as The Swamp is located on the hottest and most memorable part of the Festivals location - the island. From the first edition it has been home for various styles of slow tempo psychedelic music; dub, glitch, techno, chill out ambient, etc. We present you one part of Alternative's stage musical program of 2016. edition. Hope this sounds will wake up old memories and make new ones. In this podcast you're enjoying in the recollection of Kalya Scintilla.

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MO:DEM FESTIVAL 6'th EDITION
24.07.2017. - 30.07.2017.

KALYA SCINTILLA | MoDem Festival 2016 _ Artists Podcast #011

it's about dungeons and dragons...

The Trap Door Inn (Secret Passage)
 for FAWM 2018
 by visiblydistorted
 Feb. 10, 2018
 Album: It's an Experiment!
 Track 014
 
 Not too sure which fate is worse
 enchanted weapon or a curse
 these artefacts weigh down
 my bag of holdin'
 
 But I declare, I'm SparkleMist,
 The MetroGnome, and I insist,
 my caravan called LowJinx
 does embolden!
 
 I'm never on vacation,
 but prestidigitation
 gets me out of situations
 once I've rolled in.
 
 I sell blessings in disguise
 (The adventurer who buys
 my miscellaneous treasures
 well, no-one's told 'im)
 
 But this rogue/cleric dashes
 through any secret passage
 she comes across
 that leads to something golden
 

 The Trap Door Inn's
 Where it begins,
 So get your dice bag ready
 The story goes
 Where no-one knows,
 and BarKeep's gossip's petty
 So get in stride,
 It's a wild ride,
 The enemies are steady,
 Grab your books,
 Yeah, you'll be hooked,
 Come join the fray already!
 
 
 Now, I'm itchin' for a potion
 (Mead's my first thirsty notion)
 And a tavern's just behind this ad
 (hidden by the fake promotion)
 
 So off I slink to the low counter,
 Bard's a strumming, Tank's a bouncer,
 Party's forming,
 better spill libation!
 
 Not often am I followed,
 But I've many pockets hollowed
 on quests to stock my 
 shelves with something olden,
  
 or convincing imitations,
 which I've put (in combination
 with Lord Garl's invocations)
 my heart and soul in.
 
 I make a spooky knock-off, then,
 For the best outcome, I intend
 a clever, harmless,
 wonder for beholdin'
 
 
 The Trap Door Inn's
 Where it begins,
 So get your dice bag ready
 The story goes
 Where no-one knows,
 and BarKeep's gossip's petty
 So get in stride,
 It's a wild ride,
 The enemies are steady,
 Grab your books,
 Yeah, you'll be hooked,
 Come join the fray already!
 
 
 Adventurers from far and wide
 sail in by chance, on arcane tides,
 and find themselves
 a respite from the ocean.
 
 
 'Cause the Trap Door Inn's
 Where it begins,
 So get your dice bag ready
 The story goes
 Where no-one knows,
 and BarKeep's gossip's petty
 So get in stride,
 It's a wild ride,
 The enemies are steady,
 Grab your books,
 Yeah, you'll be hooked,
 Come join the fray already!

Trap Door Inn (Secret Passage)

Avalon's Hinkypunk

This is an ongoing joke in our culture because of a popular movie, that someone will only consent if you buy them dinner first. SO I am making fun of that little rite of passage, because laughter is a rite of the wind...

Track: 003
for FAWM 2019
Title: Dinner First
by: visiblydistorted
Album: Rites of the Wind


If I had a restaurant
I'd call it "Dinner First"
I'd make it so successful
That I'd rip my old coin purse.

I'd go multinational
As corporations say,
Cooking girls and guys some grub
And when they go away,

OH, Dinner First, 
They'll say to me,
Dinner First,
It couldn't be,
A more special, 
thrilling evening,
Oh Dinner First,
then everything!

When their folks inevitably
Catch on to my philanthropy
(Destroying most celebacy
And Serving up Dessert),

They'll come around with picket signs
And in their puritan designs,
My aphrodisiacal finds,
Will be tossed in the dirt,

OH, Dinner First,
They'll say to me,
Dinner First,
You mustn't see
our most special
generation eat
At Dinner First
We know it means...

A lot of flirty misbehaving
Teasing, and shenanigans,
Next it's kissing then it's shaving,
You can't let young adults in!

But see, I'll argue it's the same
as going to a hockey game,
Cuz' don't you know, to be a gent,
You have to wait for good consent,
And bargain's likely partway spent 
with Dinner First, and that's the aim!

Oh Dinner First,
They'll say to me,
Where were you, 
I was twenty-three,
And had no way to find a date,
Oh Dinner First,
I had to wait!

Dinner First

Chronic Law Ft Kash - Good Weed

Prod. by Dunw3ll Prod.
Distr. by Zojak World Wide

Spotify/Apple Music

Chronic Law Ft Kash - Good Weed

When having multiple personalities is not a disorder, but rather a spiritual adventure.

I used LMMS and Reaper to create it.

Empathic Interference

Date: Feb 4, 2020
by: visiblydistorted
for: FAWM 2020
album: Neverything Else
Track: 002

On days I'm bitter, crass and cold,
When jaded eyes the world behold,
My sweet side, heart wide open shuts,
My neural network gouged with ruts,

I know I'm not myself those days,
I know the intersecting strays
Are active in my psyche. Gripped,
I try to fathom where I've slipped.

I feel them, see their postures, wear
the garb which I would not prefer,
I honour that they dwell with me,
And long for things their wills decree.

On days I sit in sorrow, now,
I sense their presences, a crowd,
I hear no voices but my own,
Though, words I think - sometimes disown.

All my unconscious movements tell
Me who is taking on my shell,
They improvise upon my days,
They subtly encroach, and stay.

My spotlight must remain as mine,
It is my body, and my line
of lifestyle choices, jobs, and friends,
on which my path rests and depends.

I'm sovereign here, in this meat ship,
I often loosen my tight grip,
however, ultimately, they
must settle down, they must obey.

I'm at the wheel, I'm all I have,
They seem to want to taint the salve,
They want to usurp maybe, coup,
But there is nothing they can do,

For there is still a part of me,
that ever shall remain as free,
that part of my identity
persisting through eternity,
at cosmic context frequency;
I'm ultimate reality.

VISIBLYDISTORTED - Empathic Interferences

Creation Myth

It was in the cradle of inspiration, the mighty cauldron of creation that the waters of life first bubbled and flowed. The cosmic soup sloshed around, boiling the primordial ocean into a refined brew. This vessel was a yawning void, the container for the chaos of potential, made only of consciousness and a deep desire for connection. The liquid sputtered and splashed and a low hum rang from the mouth of the grail, portal to the nameless cocktail: "Aum".

The Creator was stitched together in this pot, a precipitate arising from the colliding and merging ingredients that formed webs of relationship, bonding to each other with the inherent alchemy of curiosity and exchange. These tumbling components, the very basic elemental predecessors, so pure that all things possible and impossible in the expanse of eternity were contained within their blueprints, were combining quickly and eagerly into the warp and weft of the stuff gods are made of.

So soaking wet, and filled with awe and wonder, the Creator birthed herself from this womb of sacred being, from which all things began and all things would return. And she inspected the substance she was imbued with and saturated by, gazing deeply into the juices of everything ever, as they mingled with frenetic and numinous surrender to the magic of emergence. 

She reached toward the misty waters, noticing a reflection in the broth of the great unfolding. "I am" She said, reaching to touch the mirrored image of herself with fingertips that formed as her intention rolled fractals potent with energy and awareness from her core out into limbs. She manifested a spirit body, thus, both tree and creature, both immense in size and simple in composition. 

The Creator reached to dip young roots down into the fluid, to have a taste of change and growth and nourishment. She stirred the substance. She reached up and out to touch the expanding canvas that grew as her awareness grew. It evolved the more and more drink she consumed. She drank and it became stardust in her belly, she sipped and elementals nested in her bosom. She finally was satiated for the moment, and a ripple of space and time wobbled out from her center as she digested, feeling the blood of creativity flowing all throughout her, developing organs and systems and whole worlds in her body. 

She felt the universe expanding her, as all that is, was, or ever might be, blossomed in her loins. "Awen" she chanted in gratitude, as the shapes of matter conjugated and condensed. And she was able to form new ideas like emotion and imagination. She created lights to illuminate the fruits of her passionate arts. As consciousness and matter continued to collide, she had eyes to see and ears to hear all of the babbling awakening intelligences throughout her. She could sense their struggles and pains, and ecstasies and epiphanies.

And once in a while, a companion would project their spirit body out of that realm for a conversation with her, before diving deep into incarnation again. She was changed again by the schisms and rifts that were torn by these encounters where souls entwine and fall away again in a dance of celestial knowing. And from then on, she whispered "I love you" as she stirred in dreams and visions.


by visiblydistorted
September 03, 2018

Creation Myth

VISIBLYDISTORTED - Creation Myth

Hey folks,
I am uploading some of these sound bites with the intention that someone will cut them up and use them as samples in electronic music.
I know they aren't the best quality, but if you want to work on something together let me know and we can figure it out.
♥
(Some of these tracks are specifically for FAWM though)