a meditation on small sounds becoming inescapable. becoming intoxicated and oxygen deprived at the same time.
features an undulating texture derived from tiny sources, including the highly amplified internal noise of the long tails of quiet synths, and contact microphones on a refrigerator compressor.
the background textures were constructed by creating a sound from an image of the letters of the first theme repeating over and over again. the story was lifted from a cassette tape I found of myself rambling cult like statements for nearly an hour, probably some time around 1995. the soundscape in the background of the vocals would have been created by balancing the feedback of the speakers in the recording space by while processing effects through guitar pedals and the real time audio manipulation abilities of an early sound digitizer attached to our amiga computer.
before the sun shines out its rays
of the final light before better days
can i still see the stars
through the bitter glowing haze
the steely grip shuts us away
to give our children one more day
but those distant lights still call my name
the worlds apart that we erased
your love is like the cold of the moon
deeply cold and always there
your love is like the dark of the moon
hidden distant but always there
your love is like the stars in the sky
beautiful inspiring and so far away
your love is like the galaxy
and it makes me feel small
insignificant in the face of your pull
like a black hole ready to swallow me
string me along as i fall into you
and all of me is torn apart
a million small spheres each with their own version of the world they've inhabited for only the briefest of time. every one of them coloured by their own frailty, shifting and writhing as they loft hopelessly in the currents they are trapped in. a moment of joy, imperfect and suddenly ended.
bittersweet like the love in a dream
never quite as real
covering faults with decadent thoughts
never quite as true
aromatic in the dark
never quite the same
filling my mind with nostalgic drops
never quite remains
sickly sweet and blinding bright
never quite what you want
an aftertaste hanging in the air
never quite as real it seems
I got to thinking about an ambient track centered around bubbles and water noise with cold wind blowing, but then it sounded like frogs to me which made me think about frogs in the backyard when we're swimming but that wasn't hottub enough so i thought maybe some beats would spice it up. yep.
a tightly woven thread makes light of the cord between us
holding us to better things as we speak lies and truths ever closer
do not let these threads unravel
bring fast your grip to winding ever tighter
make the way before you certain and firm
save your regrets for another day
for when that last moment arrives
it is the binding of fibers that gives us the greatest strength
mostly this, but not in this order, because.. chaos. or something.
burn burn tear it all down
the smoldering coals of a life left wasted
flame flame and make it hot
set the world on fire and throw it away
smoke and ash rising in the sky
the putrid air choking
heat and tears burnished on your cheeks
turn your back and be consumed by the heat
An excerpt from The Beast in the Cave by HP Lovecraft
sweet on my tongue and poison in my head
chew it up to make it go away
choking on the shards always makes me feel ok
does the flavor lie
if it tastes so good
do my thoughts betray
like i said they never would
throw it out and make it stop
unwrap another shiny waste of time
empty the bag and put it over my head
there's never one more chance
Ambience, Kalimba, Vocals: Children of the Monkey Machine
Lyrics, Vocals: Lux Delora
Vocals: Lyra Lillith
Recording live instruments is tricky!
The roots of the willow, drowned in mud.
Feathers of a pillow, too many floods.
Trapped inside, continuously growing.
The mud has dried, the wind still blowing.
Oh! Locked beneath, no escape, I see the teeth, and the open gapes.
No! Hear me! Hear my screams! It has me. Endless dreams! How much longer can this be?
Calling willow, endless floods. Ill never know, what I owe. The wet dirt drawing bugs.
The waters, they washed ashore. Their daughters, screaming out the door.
Claiming houses, claiming land. Their busy spouses, and their empty hand.
Quickly pacing, with the buckets. Endless racing, all their screaming, causing ruckus.
An ultraquick collaboration between Children of the Monkey Machine and his daughter.
Hastily written ambience: CotMM
Words and Vocals: Lux Delora
I close my eyes, just to think. Its basically just a really long blink. Blinking and closing my eyes, as the colors fade, from the skies.
I slowly fall into the blue, and I see the shadows engulfing you. As I cry and scream for help, all they hear is a welp. A welp they deceive as a sound of pain, when really, Im just in vain.
I never should have gone into the blue. I see the shadows, around you. I fear what they will do to you, I never should have gone into the blue.
Help me! Can they not hear my call? Do they just want to tear me until I fall? They tear me from those safe, warm arms, and now I am so far. I write these letters in bold, and now, I am so, so cold.
Uses the following samples exclusively, in their entirety:
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