Across the Stars composed by John Williams
… it’s like taking a deep breath in and exhaling ever so slowly.
Across the Stars composed by John Williams
… it’s like taking a deep breath in and exhaling ever so slowly.
William Blake
Not necessarily a bad thing
Imagery created for digital prints on fabric by D.B
Another tumblr of mine.
“this is an mixtape i made over three months recorded on my macbook.
it’s my first self produced rap adventure. it’s how i learned to make beats for myself.
there are no samples on the album that i didn’t make myself,
save for a single snare sound in one 40 second section and
the intro which is a collection of samples from the anthropology of
my friend chris hearns music.
i wanted to see what i could do with macbook recorded beat boxing
and borrowed instruments. almost all of it is voice.
i use a program called : sound studio 2.4.
it’s a really bad program.
THEMES INCLUDE: sunbeams, moonfall, mom, fangs, sensitivity, being silly, trying things.
GENRE: rom com, horror, out of sync, ear-hurty”
- by HTML FLOWERS, Grant Gronewold
” this is a song from a project between me and my friend zach, still haven’t worked out a name, the beat is collaborative, the rap is written by me. it’s just a weird depressed but silly cause i was stoned rap. if you like the track and wanna do a remix or throw your own rap on it, email me at sunsetgradient@gmail.com.
it’s not for an album or anything, it’s just playtime left overs. we are working on some nice, short, weird free shit, out soon (after we find a name)!”
- by HTML FLOWERS, Grant Gronewold
lyrics:
another dark planisphere
where teeth have such purpose
spent my day eating gray lake reeds
and dodging falling curses
worthless so worthless worthless
faces in the bramble tell me
earth has cast a pact to fell me
todays home: a course crevice where i rest heads
made a bed out of cobwebs
just to catch a minute
before i begin an infinite gathering of tinder for to
warm the night thats pawing
some flute with no mouth keeps bawling
all i behold are lost hours
and light less meadows
oh
all i behold are lost hours
a world sans sun showers
oh
from a less human standpoint
the sky has no name
from a less human standpoint
the sky has no name
baby spider egg hatch
paint a portrait on my back
the way that a fang act
smell of a used axe
these are things that call back
to me while i twirl deep
with this gray helix
and think about my feelings
Her Eyes Dart Round by The Felice Brothers
Unnamed Sound Sculpture by Daniel Franke and Cedric Kiefer.