oldtrees ~ this is for my sunshine (not THE sunshine...although it is pretty great). i fell in love and she flew away, leaving me to command the branches of the trees beyond my balcony to dance with me to the sweet sweet rhythms of To Pimp A Butterfly (a mycelium catalysed experience to be sure).
the crux of SAMPLING
there's so much i wish i could do. i wish i could play the violin, the drums, have a studio that isn't 2 metres from the bed i sleep in. but until then, i'll depend on haydn to play strings, depend on audio files left to gather digital dust by throwaway reddit accounts and depend on others to not get too concerned with the amount of time i spend wearing headphones, wired to machines.
where do i draw the line? are my beats even mine anymore? or are they an amalgamation of different pieces of a borrowed jigsaw puzzle (some are illegal, please dont take me to court i probably wont do it again)? fuck.
I suppose if it wanted to be purely mine I'll learn how to make drums from the wood of a tree (one that I grew myself) and see what happens from there.
lyrics
Dance branches
Clouds cry for me
These raised arms
Catalyse the fulfilment of cathartic dreams
Pocket full of white sticks
Palm full of ash
Help me to be present
Catalyse a disconnect from the past
Twinkle twinkle little star
Across the globe
I feel your heart pressed up against mine own
The deepest of blue gemstones appears to have entwined our own fates
Or fate
Now, they have lost their pluralisation
A smile creeps up to my lips
A can see your sparkly face shining
Sunshine
Starchild
Let us return to the nebula where we once hailed
Although you're across the globe
And once i was lost
Now I'm forever found
You've found me.
Happiness is resounding
Breathing a little easier
My scars healing a little quicker
This compilation from Echo World presents a dozen beatmakers delivering gently rhythmic songs that capture the spirit of the season. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2022