I captured 3 environmental recordings and manipulated in Paulstretch, then mixed like 3 oscillators in a patch from Pure Data. The feeling was then nice weather and people going to the local park as if spring was awakening.

roland fp7 through a boss gt-1000. noise/music

Noise meets music

Most albums end in a finale - I guess this one ends in Heat Death. (Unless I can up with another track in the next couple days.)

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The sight of hands wringing, a worrying glance you feel pins and needles, seems all left to chance When I lose control of, the marbles and pegs It’s all an illusion, all in your head – if you don’t mind The depth of the panic, a bargain…

(Inspired by an actual posting for a hornet's nest for sale on Craigslist) Bored and surfing for some brand new toys or vintage microphones But this one’s gonna take me down the rabbit hole What is going through their mind sometimes you…

Calm your senses for the hypnotist Convex phrases oh so delicate I’m testing if you’re worthy You’re waiting patiently Better forgive me now, before I find a new low Better regret me now, the devil you think you know Better that you…

Driving in we cross the golden gate Heading forward and then back again Here’s the spirit of the old cross streets Won’t be staying but I’m sure we’ll be, around around around We knew everything and were so sure of Pockets full of triptiks…

In the age of information you can’t call it intuition when the answer’s written up in the stars On an island you’re so sure of, caught a cold there is no cure for, ever struggling to catch every breath And I don’t remember asking you And…

A paper empire, built off our sweat, a too well traveled trail. A river’s rapid flow that carries you, well beyond the pale. Now you’ve gotten what you need Fairy tales forgotten And you taken what you please And paid us next to nothing…

Dust of the needle ground to dull The cast of the street light drawn so pale Motion is timeless, impossible speed Contained in the rows we planted the seed Counting my fingers, an abacus sort Pointing my index out You’re so warm it…

Piece together phrases missing letters Sharpening your senses like my scissors Prime the Trojan horse and battering ram Find an empty vault instead of the plans Like a magazine, cut up lines to feed A ransom note for you to Read and then…

Polishing the silver tongue and straightening the tie Born to wear the lions mane and mingle with the vile White Mercedes on the lawn the party’s in the back And by the time the guests are gone your eyes are painted black. Racing to the…