Human history is marked both by a gradual accretion of discoveries and inventions, as well as by quantum leaps, paradigm shifts, revolutions, that comprise epochs in the material and spiritual evolution of humankind.
Lines hang broken on the screen Lines of black symbols Lines of lies and truth, all mixed together Lines you read
It is a dark and rainy night I have semi-cold coffee in a gold rimmed glass On the table in front of me I also have a half-full ashtray Containing several butts
I am alive In the drowsy company of a small lamp The ticking of the window sill clock
Nights like this have come and passed before Some of them stayed longer than others Some of them even stayed for a cup of coffee and a cigarette Leaving butts in the ashtray Most nights left me sleeping
How will this night leave me?
So, I settle for a journey into the unknown Guided and guarded by the spirits of the Moon The forces of darkness will descend upon me And show me the path
As before
There is a black river in front of me It slowly and silently runs through the night From the mountains of the North to the Sea of the South Will I ever dare to cross this river? Will I ever pass this test of strength? Or shall I stand eternal motionless On the dark beach, dreaming?
Nothing but lines Hanging broken on the screen Lines you read
brownish black lump ever fruitful you lie fat moist on kitchen table one morning late November wind caught out lies a bundle of fir we need action now when season should be commended be decorated on occasion of hour final solemn you lie looking like brain or huge excrement you inspire me lump of brownish black teaches me many things you are casual wet shiny sickly on kitchen table plastic plate teach me lump teach me about birds and little busy bees teach me of tits and the gray brothers sparrow teach me about salamanders anoint me in their secrets teach me etiquette I do not care enough after all I end up on front page lump you provide me with long-term thinking not as far as spirits or gold bears not as much as liquorice but longer than immediate border of universe and where we finished here in the forgotten me and my lump still indulge in fresh snow and budgerigars in the windowsill manifest a last song before the fever sets in again and palms immerse into lump
In my quest for new sounds and noices to use when composing music on my computer, I have finally found adequat vocal samples.
However, putting music to vocals is not easy.
I decided to test the temporary results in puplic.
So, I bring you
The Daily Blues International Song Contest
I've made it easy for you.
We have only two contestants: a female and a male vocal.
Listen to the songs and give your vote.
You have only one vote.
The contest runs exactly one week, and the result will be revealed at 20.00 hours on Friday the 13. of November.
Enjoy!
Number One
Number Two
PS: You are, of course, welcome to leave any sort of comments.
If you have trouble with watching embedded objects, you can find the YouTube link in the right hand side bar. The songs are the last two videos posted there.
As some of you already know, my wife and me have moved into new quarters.
About one week after a succesful relocation, the postman came with a parcel. It was a present from a couple of old friends. It contained the item, depicted in the image below. As you can tell, it is now situated outside the frontdoor of our new home.