This is pure 'ambient'! It's like that feverish and jubilant moment of sound when the orchestral instruments are tuning up before the concert, and in which we think we recognise certain phrases from the work that will follow. Congratulations, Wanja!

Great orchestral opening of a gorgeous mountain view!

https://soundcloud.com/indiiwildmoon/as-the-words-bleed

experimental darkrock flow

"i tried to tell you
but you woudn't listen to me
so i followed you home
i waited in the dark
maybe you would
but you wouldn't see
i waited in the dark
i waited for you to see
but you wouldn't listen to me

to let go of what it was
bring the dark into the room
i wanna watch you
as the words bleed
torn poetry
like words i never said
now i'm free, now i'm free
from you"

Lyrics by Wildsilences
05152025updmx

As The Words Bleed by Wildsilences

Fluid Motion

Trübselig (Gloomy)

taming ghosts

cascade sounds
 along a mountain path – 
the blistering heat

Haiku by Kubota Shunko

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Contribution for naviarrecords:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/naviarhaiku558-cascade-sounds/

Enjoy!

taming ghosts

taming ghosts (naviarhaiku558)

Shifting The Start Of Singing

Still had time to taste some crystals of silence, before the devil began to distort the transparent symmetry.
Hands with arched nails pull up the white raw silk stockings to her knees; she feels a renewed spirit, even though she knows the stockings will eventually come down again.
You can already hear the mud walking outside.
She goes out to buy milk bread at the cafe, when she opens the door of the building; she gives in to the dream the primacy of guiding her, tiptoe over water lilies.
A sting each time a bottle was dropped at the bottom of the recycling bin, she thought of the neighbors who were still sleeping, would they receive messages in their dreams that weren't written on the bottles?
She was reading a book like an actress in rehearsal as she walked down the street in autopilot mode, her knuckles brushing against the fresh morning myths; she was possessed by images in the heavy, noisy air, lines of passion in fragmentation.
People running on the small stone walkway with burning pain in their knees and heels.
He arrives at the cafe, sits down on the terrace where the sun shines, a breath of coffee spreads in the air with mysterious symbols. Under the water mirror of a small lake, roots in the form of clock hands that do not give in to the call of time, clinging to childhood, giant egg in the center of the lake half out of water, has a crack, is full of blood, through the blood a way. In the distance, a rocky slope, dismembered, alienated trees.
Cobalt-blue bodice, pointers tremble little needle screams, shadows in the eyes of the titties, two twin chapels, between them goes the size of your soul, close your eyes and remain static, cathedral of flavors of private cultivation, the pink mouth gives itself naked in the open air a procession courting the skin. Fine silk on which a heart of light is drawn falls from her breasts, with her hands she brushes away things like abracadabra, awakened mystery, creator plush, desert cross, chalice between her legs, soda with bubbles, she plays the organ.
Tights tucked over the head
Horse with a tank top dress pulled over the head
A fishing boat pull rope
Pregnant belly blindfolded
Hair roots
Everything turned upside down
Egg

7-11-2024 translation in description

The ancient and languid waters of the sea of death

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Cinematic collection about the epiphany, featuring orchestral pieces unfolding with emotional turmoil and inner depth that blossom into epic insight, carrying the listener from doubt to clarity, from uncertainty to conviction. Whether it's the spark of understanding, a surge of inspiration, an epic speech or the inner awakening that shifts destinies, these tracks are perfect for scenes where a single moment of realization can transform the entire story and change everything

taming ghosts (naviarhaiku558)

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