20 minute scramble submission

the spectrograph of this track resembles abstract dual sunsets over ocean waves

this is not for you.

sitting over the city, away from the fog and haze

entirely built from random selections of instruments, random selection of chord progressions, and arpeggiators set to randomly select intervals within the random chords. Serendipitously, it kind of worked.

for every door that has been slammed shut

i will still try and find a way

for every passaged closed and blocked

i will push on every day

and in the darkness behind these walls

i will tear open a new way

and in the prison of my mind

i will push on every day

30 minute scramble

The middle solo is a autotuned sample I recorded of my college dorm room window back in 2003. I'm so glad to have finally found a use for it.

Your theme is: corpse parties sexy lingerie mummies drugs pills unicorns.

Thanks guys.

this was about that movie with the vampire right? i think there was a rave or something.

alone on the ice and hunted by hungry animals

unbalanced, not final mix. Daw kept crashing. weird.

made in the last 25 minutes of compo.

got on a noise music kick this week.

20 minutes of furiously reusing assets and daw crashes.

given theme was "love smoothie"

stand your ground

when you tear it down

speak your voice

as your flag your hoist

hear the withered cries

that you can't deny

we can take no more

we can take no more

battles rage

our hope made fade

but we will stand

for what we demand

we can take no more

we can take no more

cold and isolated below the glowing sky

taken from Arcana's stream and done what I told him to do, but he wouldnt.

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

ancient knowledge was probably forgotten for a reason

some silliness slapped together with a selection of samples

composed entirely from ai generated sound loops

a strange dream comprised of various bits of artificial intelligence generated audio.

r1d3 t3h l1gh+n1n6

one take vocals were pretty mangled by a misbehaving audio interface. oh well. its a long way down.

forgot to grab my keyboard and headphones. Laptop speakers don't work so well over the sound of dogs and house noise. I have no clue what this actually sounds like.

i was going to just watch starla's twitch stream, but then she asked where my song was, so i had to make one.

started with a gritty industrial song, didn't like it, started something else, and crashed before i saved.

made in 15 minutes from a single take recording of whatever acoustically interesting things i could find around the house.

your hearing is out of focus. it needs to be sharpened. we have tools for that.

attempt no landing there

liked the sound of a patch and went with it. would have liked to have made something more melancholy.

Watched a bunch of Silent Hill analysis videos this week.

ever shifting, yet always the same.

pentecostal skinny puppy

charismatic industrial, if you will.

surreal and divergent

technically a midi rip. ran out of time to do much with it.

speed run composition in honor of games done quick. start to finish, maybe 15 minutes.

waited too late to get inspired for lyrics. it misses them.

Answer the phone. do your job.

being semi inspired by having played a lot of Horizon Zero Dawn lately, it felt like discovering something forgotten behind an old door.

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

impossibly huge

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.

long forgotten and even less understood

something's not right with these cookies.

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

SAFE FOR ALL TO VIEW

sometimes your flaws are your own decision.

fill me up

this space that is empty

nourish my soul

with the food that removes

between us grows further apart

and the grains that sustained 

are the strain in our hearts

my shirt is red, and i'm standing on the engineering deck.

what would it sound like if your entire life was lived within the inner tube of a bicycle? you go round and round and always end up exactly where you started, even as the world moves around you.

composed from various recovered audio sources including a cassette tape for the Cricket Talking Doll.

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

entirely composed from samples sourced from my washer and dryer. Turns out you get a nice reverb when you stick your head in it.

technically that means the entire signal chain was dry.

as with acting, even the weakest of ability can be sold if you really commit to it.

Walk without rhythm.

Participation award entry this week.

Inspired by my daughter to do acapella.

i stood still 

solid as a stone

even as i was tossed away

spinning over the void

splashing down over and over

again

and as i sank

i would not be moved

and as i fell

i would not be moved

and as i lay

i would not be moved

i stood still

solid as a stone

even as i was tossed away

Listening to the waves, remembering better days.

trying, and failing even more.

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

 

my dog wouldn't quit whining, so i recorded him and used it in the background.

finally recorded something with my akai mpk mini. yep. it's a thing alright.

Merry Christmas everyone. This is an unfinished track from my endlessly delayed Christmas album.

based around a deeply processed field recording of a klaxon recorded by a security camera in the middle of a warehouse fire. 

Struggling to stand up for the first time amidst the weight of the world around you.

i see my reflection

screaming back at me

i see my intentions

breaking through my screen

 

callus frosted wisdom

reaching back inside

entangled moments fracture

steal away my lies

 

Had to cut this one short this week. Still turned out ok.

Stepping a little outside my comfort zone here.

https://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/bc.aspx

 

An excerpt from The Beast in the Cave by HP Lovecraft

alone in the sky, never more free, and never more isolated.

I went through four different ideas before finally giving up and losing it all.

Falling asleep in a comfy bed while on hold waiting to find out of my insurance company pays for COVID-19 testing.

I found this track tightly wound up and wedged between some bricks in a wall. It fell apart as I tried to extract it from it's masonry prison. I took the tattered fragments and lovingly reassembled them. Most things don't go back together undamaged.

 

it fills me up but i'm still empty
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

Multilayered beatslices, carelessly jammed into an approximation of the four on the floor framework.

Lyrics and vocals: Lyra Lilith

Mixing et al: Children of the Monkey Machine

Improvised Lyrics and Vocals: Lyra Lilith 

Arrangement: Children of the Monkey Machine

 

 

No lyrics text on this one. She made them up on the spot after looking at the pictures for a few seconds and sung them with no pitch or time reference!

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.

Some noise-ambient silliness, thrown together hastily for your enjoyment.

Uses the following samples exclusively, in their entirety:
soldier_laughevil01
soldier_laughevil02
soldier_laughevil03
soldier_medic02
soldier_medic03
soldier_laughlong02
engineer_cheers07
engineer_taunts12
engineer_laughlong01
announcer_you_must_not_fail_this_time
announcer_cart_attacker_finalwarning5
announcer_victory

Hastily thrown together while I'm stuck in a hotel room away from my family.

Turns out I had a few loop libraries on this laptop along with B4 and Absynth...

The floor in here smells like sweat :(