Cole Smith, musical provocateur and front-man of an atmospheric and autumnally-charged new Brooklyn four-piece. It resides in the lungs I am the self perpetuating spirit oh yeah Cut the love they had in the beginning Don't you try to lie cause I'll have none of it Dead in my head Man I am dead Dead in my head Bones I will be remembered I won't be remembered Oh yeah again that I am the self perpetuating spirit Oh yeah and I won't have none of this, none of this I won't have to rip the cage I roll, take these lungs and go Heart beat so long Progressing on the fact that I won't have none of this, none of this I won't have— burn alive. My body and brain will become one Just as long as seconds left to see the sun My body and brain will become one I know it won't fail just give me one more time. Breathing Everything is lost and you are sinking effortlessly Next time my friend. Both are synth-driven works that present looped musical passages of a set length, both rely on strong melodies to catch and hold the attention of the listener, and both impose strict time limits on the compositions they contain. Below are 10 more reference points that you can use as markers on your own journey through the ever-changing and always rewarding lands of dungeon synth. He created maps and listening walks that took him from space to space.
When I first see the sun Overlooking what once was There's a chance I'll see the light Something more, nothing more When I last saw the sun Overlooking what I've done And this day lasts a lifetime But it makes no difference to me too Yet all I really wanna do with you. The day I lost my violin was the day I became a poet. This is music for twilight walks through meadows, for becoming a part of the landscape rather than just an observer. I dug the challenge of it. It sounds unkind to say that You don't even try To find another way round How you justify All the old familiar ways Well it's a reasonable explanation As sound as any other. The Vagrant: Inanimate 4:45 6. But it does desperately need more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers, and lovers of every shape and form.
Please someone let me know Someone speak to me Someone, somewhere, somehow Some may know someone speak to me Lift the fog The altruist appears, she raises her eyes Oh my God, got to cut it out I know you'd like to keep these thoughts in mind But they really have to go Slowly raise her face to see the sun She understands now it's time for me She understands it's time for me to go You know we've been given the same heart but I will craft mine different ways With ceramic mind and glassy eyes. It is packaged in a lovely hand-stamped 127mm x 127mm 360 gsm dark green cardboard envelope with the front cover image printed on a polaroid style photo paper and an insert sheet containing tracklist and information printed on a 160 gsm cream recycled cardboard. I fucking never believed in nothing Falling face forward into the back of my mind For the first time, maybe the last time I truly felt my heart I want to see it, smeared across pavement For the first time, maybe the last time I truly felt emotion leave my life I never wanted this all for you I counted backwards 7. When I first see the sun Overlooking what once was There's a chance I'll see the light Something more, nothing more When I last saw the sun Overlooking what I've done And this day lasts a lifetime But it makes no difference to me too They have so much left to give not enough to give up on life This time around maybe one day they'll figure it out This is nothing Nothing to me and no, Nothing to you One more time, cascade mind mountain Until next time see the sun rise Track Name: Aperture Hi my little angel You are my one true love I know I won't ever see the sun again Under my skin You cascade the story of what words are Under my skin I died no luxury To daydream alone Your beginning outlined in colors incapable of perceiving Daydream here alone Daydream here alone Finale of a greater me Force feed the bleeding Divided thoughts lay out by the pool See the sun, feel the air This is a better way, solutions proved my whole self to you Peel the sun, free the air I felt my body I died inside it makes no difference to me too I tried. Every day is a gift. Memories remain encoded in the ice Lost to humankind We come, we go The ebb and flow Freezes and flows Valence encodes The energetic modes H2O Twenty seven thousand years beneath the ice And still precise A full cup thrust up to power the device Encased in ice We come, we go The ebb and flow Freezes and flows Valence encodes The energetic modes H2O What is time beyond the movement of the stars Eternally All the energy that we could ever need For all, for free Track Name: The Devil I Know for the Devil I See The Devil I Know for the Devil I See Who put the devil inside of me? If any piece of music can awaken a lost time, this is surely it. The first occurred in the Keep of Gorp, and the second ended with a ferocious battle against Bonechief Derizog.
Are these unnecessary complications Or does it really matter? When they went loud, they never quite found the emotion I knew was tucked inside of them. The power of this music is simply awe-inspiring. Got to know God I know I love the God I know God I love this That you can't force this Got to let you know how far I gotta fall How far I gotta call to you. Now we see the man arise He's waking on a pretty daze and through the haze He tosses through the technicolor dreamscape to the factory Bliss is a substitute for reality Your perception of the human life has left her here You will start to write another story inside of your head You must move on above these memories Now you wish you could see the light Through the broken window, there's your guide Oh my guide the light Oh my God the light All because my life Oh my guide the light Every day every setting is the same Pick it off right where it left me She will start fresh, she will start anew But that I know I will do things differently You can see I will craft my own path. Red Eye Don't you know of my generation Young Mr. But this music explores the unseen side of the natural world, the fairies and forest spirits.
As the name implies, Alex is embracing minimalism, smothering the fuzz in favor of a cello, a piano, and his voice. From the moment you first descended underground, you knew that a part of you would always live below. He wanted to discover as many zones of quiet or retreat in these cities and make compositions in response to these locations. Too tired to explain Another throwback conversation, Another ripple in the water Too high from all the rain You don't even try To find another way round There's no compromise All the old familiar ways Still trying to forget you A thousand times a day I asked her if she missed you She laughed and turned away It's partly the emotion It's part of the display You're drunk and you're immortal A tried and tired play You don't even try To find another way round There's no compromise All the old familiar ways. Break these walls with a thousand hammers And jam these cogs with my philosophy Oh how I would love to watch this city crumble right inside my mind Through the perception of the human mind I cannot conceive the constructs This is just another story, right? This is a limited edition of 200 handmade and hand-numbered collectible copies.
Head on my pillow, I'm alone again Time has slowed down now and I can think I listen to cars outside, more like a river than machine It's quiet here Problems seem so far away, a box off in the distance Left to be opened some other day Not now A rumbling furnace cradles me Quiet air is all I see Underneath the crowd underneath the blast Hiding from the lies and half-truths Promises broken, people leave, no one seems to care Except for quiet, quiet's always there The silence is not quite deafening, though it comes to me from all sides I cover my ears to catch the sound The noise outside confuses me, Quiet here is all I seek Underneath the fire underneath the blast Hiding form the lies and the half-truths Promises broken, people leave, no one seems to care Except for quiet, quiet's always there It's quiet here It's quiet here Quiet's here. There's a cure for this I can figure this one out But it's starting to create a small form of doubt Conclude the day relax through your fingertips and unwind your mind. It resides in the lungs I am the self-perpetuating spirit oh yeah Cut the love they had in the beginning Don't you try to lie cause I'll have none of it Dead in my head Man I am dead Dead in my head Bones I will be remembered I won't be remembered Oh yeah again that I am the self-perpetuating spirit Oh yeah and I won't have none of this, none of this I won't have to rip the cage I roll, take these lungs and go Heartbeat so long Progressing on the fact that I won't have none of this, none of this I won't have— burn alive. At risk, discipline problems, troubled youth. For those two, specifically, I knew I wanted another crack.
If I were a musician like Sven, I could tell you so much more clearly exactly what I mean. You know the pain resides in her lungs You know the pain resides in their lungs You know the pain resides in the lungs You know the pain resides in all of their lungs You know the pain resides in my lungs credits. Process, consume all you love One more time. You've cut it out, the heart If home is in the heart Then bust it out its shell Watch it living and beating Slower, Slower Lower, Slower. They force feed off the living, to let me know that this can't. It also comes bundled with a download code coupon and a Sound In Silence card.
Sound In Silence is happy to announce the return of Jason Sweeney and his Panoptique Electrical project, presenting his new album Quiet Ecology. Heat haze rises from empty seats, but the music is playing from a time when the theatre was packed. How it is right on, as a combination of all right sounds and tempo; like a violent peace that it is? We are delighted to present another side of her work. My biggest advice to anyone in recovery. But I loved these people Yet I loved this strange life But I want to go back Back to where it all started I wanted to feel something Something better than this But I know I can't These dreams help me remove golden slivers Track Name: The Benign Author: Architect I will travel through this dusty felt landscape I will travel in time somehow Somehow I will go back to where it all began Where it all started Where it all so I.
Where do they go when they go home? Through the tall grass and out the corkboard forest There's something left for the foliage and past experience I cannot forget my yellow winged bird above the trees I have traveled through this dusty felt landscape And things were so different this time around I cannot recall what really happened here Oh nostalgia you are the wintery cold of my heart But you can't kill my last wish. Drone dreams seep through sepia photographs. No wonder I was so drawn in. I would love to know Where they go I would love to be there But I know I can I fucking can give up You lost your way, in the light of day No, you won't be coming home, you won't be coming home soon You lost your way, in the light of day You won't be coming home no, you won't be coming home soon You won't be coming home No. The flow of the album is never interrupted and the harsh vocals and unique cleans from the vocalist have made this a surprise favorite for me so far this year.
An extension and deepening of the musical ideas first expressed on 2012's critically-lauded Oshin, Is the Is Are yields a multiplicity of textures, lyrical themes, and moods. It also comes bundled with a download code coupon and a Sound In Silence card. That part is growing, and soon you know that you will return home. From those chilly fields at dawn to the blasted heaths of existence and all points above and below ground this engulfs you like a creeping vine. This album is just out in left fucking field, and it's awesome.