Harmonics (ColaClub Remix)

Morgenster

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Inspired by a memory of harvesting sedge for thatched roofs. Swinging the scythe is fun, listening to the warbler birds and watching for small lizards and other wildlife. It becomes hard work and then the sharp edges of the long dry grassy leaves cut your fingers to ribbons. It is a rewarding and 'real' feeling to carry the bundles away from the fen bank by small boat.

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Blue Diamond Fog

song process: @enigmacurry @mystique_wind @myrhyum
- Myrh created acapella
- EnigmaCurry granularized vox, produced ambient beats, & instrumentation
- Myrh created poetry and voices
- MystiqueWind created more instrumentation & effects
- Mystique & Enigma do final mixings

artwork process: @enigmacurry @mystique_wind @myrhyum
Myrh took two pieces of EnigmaCurry's to create the cover with text 
& Mystique Wind completed it with some key finishing details for the observant eye.

Lyrics based on this poem from my chapbook These Tales Are True
https://tarka1.bandcamp.com/merch/these-tales-are-true
PUSH FOR CHANGE (The Mere Request for Change)
here is the excerpt used in the song:
_________________________________________________________
its that time again to push
for change
push coming to shove
as the moon cycle comes into full swing

scarlet smell of oldness
and the mere request for change 
becomes a full blown criticism

and i feel ugly 
and my house 
is a mess
and people are calling me 
and wanting an explanation 
and the missing women
are still missing
(and the missing women are dead*)

....

the one love in the past 
and in the present

the dentist
the optometrist 
the oral surgeon 
the audiologist
the hair straightener 
the shoes
the bag
the activity and inactivity 
the passion and drama

the singing 
the singing

the push to change 
the push for more

it’s not enough
the fight is never over 
the flourishing
is always happening

even when the winter comes 
and the withering begins 
my body chases my soul 
from sleep to awakedness

it's that time again
to Push For Change

*this poem was written during my involvement with a project related to missing & murdered women in British Columbia, Canada.

USG Report 222

The Mere Request for Change | of mystique & myrcury

Rectangle of thin walls
and even more rectangles inside of it
repeating themselves in floors towards the sky.
Voices that silence by themselves
when they are able.

Bugging the footsteps and pant of strain on cold staircase,
decades of footsteps, that added on a person,
invisible through day invisible through night.

You recognize them
in their movement, halt or quickness,
you see the face, that belongs to them

and eyes, 
when you meet them,
you know, that they saw you to the bottom,
they heard your voice, when you wanted to be silent,
when you wanted to be far away
and only by yourself only with yourself,

when you were shifting days around the corners of your home
and it was echoing in pipes of central heating.
You two became one with every blow 
without ever wanting it
a bit of you and a bit of him dragged under the skin.

Words: Manca Klun
Sounds: Alessandro De Oliveira Bastos

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Hand-pan mixed from @joaomsousa's open-collab https://soundcloud.com/joaomsousa/divagacao

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