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Space Ploppy
01:58
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5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - 0 - We have lift off. I feel lifted somehow. I am rising upwards. The sky is not the limit. I am free. I am in space. Now I love to be in space. I am so happy to be in space right now i bet you wish you were here with me. Right now in space. Space is really terrific. I tell you it is spacious. It is by far the largest thing you can imagine. And it is really fun as well, I mean, space, really, you can really relax in space. You may quietly drift away in space when you're out in space. When you're out in space, nothing can bother you. When you're out in space, your mind is clear. Your sight is clear. Your spirit is free when you're out in space. Imagine you suddenly found yourself drifting through space. Mindlessly. Constantly. Silently. Only your heartbeat. Only your heartbeat. Listen to it.
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Heartbeat
02:03
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Nothing
08:05
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Wether you're going to listen to this alone or with someone else, make sure you're not going to be disturbed for at least a half an hour. Now be at ease and close you eyes if you wish. Be very comfortable. Now with your mind's eye, imagine that you're completely surrounded by the living nothing. In this moment, nothing exists. Feel, feel that intensity. That beauty. Feel, that nothing exists. As you look at it, chose the nothing you like best today. Close, gently, lazily, choose nothing. Have you chosen your favorite nothing? Very well. Look at your favorite nothing while your favorite nothing looks at you. Now let this nothing go inside of you. The sky is becoming wider and bluer as we flow towards the nothing. Well there is such intensity. What intensity of such intensity. Nothing slowly caressing your eyelids, your forehead. Round, clear, mysterious. Look, the secret treasure of nothing. Smoothly it glides to the center of the source of loveliness. Now float in this feeling of nothing else now. Nothing but this deep nothing. Now that you're in the center of your favorite nothing, take a deep, deep breath. Take a deep breath. Take another slow, deep breath. Take another slow, deep breath. Breathe. As you take another deep breath, you see the nothing very clearly and vividly. Now notice the texture. Near the end of this record, there will be a period of nothing. During this period let yourself experience whatever is best for you. Now with each breath, enjoy the gentle touch of nothing. There it is absorbed with joy and gratefulness. Deeply absorbed inside of you, color and smell of nothing. Now you become one with such a deep pleasure and gratefulness that you and your entire nothing become a single heavenly creature.
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Closed Eyes
02:39
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When her eyes are closed
A world becomes complete.
Magic worlds, strangely great
So colorful with purple skies
with orange milk to drink from cows
and golden seas to swim and die.
When she drifts away
Happily and save.
Spreading wings, leaving earth
to fly around and touch the clouds
then past the moon, going on
beyond the sun, real free to be.
Open space stars around
constantly and silently
the mind is clear, the spirit free
No limit seen, endlessly.
When her thoughts are free
They might suddenly return back home.
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Wired
03:51
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I was dialing the number of an old friend and waited for him to answer..
Hello?
Who's there?
Me. Who's there?
Me too.
No that can't be. Me is here.
No me is here.
Impossible. If me is already here.
Well, here's me.
So, me again is there and not here?
Yes, me is here and you is there.
So me was right, indeed, me is here and you is there!
Wait a second: That means, that me, which means you, is here with me, thus with you, and you, which means me, is there with you, thus with me.
Aaah, so, me is me.
And me is me.
So we're both me?
Yes, you too.
Who's, who's you?
Well, me.
Hm?
Alright, alright, alright, just because it's you, ah, me, ah, you, you may for today be me and therefor me is you, ok?
Thanks.
So how was the world treating me all that time?
How am I to know?
You're me, man!
Me is me? Yeh, oh, aw, yeah, alright, ok, thanks.
So you're happy to hear.
Well.
You wanted to ask, if me had fun to go out with your lady?
What?! You crazy?
You only wanted...
Me wanted nothing.
You wanted to be me.
Me is me.
So?
What?!
Oy, take care, me ring off now.
Idiot.
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Arriving
00:29
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Visitor
02:43
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He came to vitis me and when he locked his car
he rang my doorbell then and realized i wasn't home no more.
He rang a second time to confirm his fear
then he got mad at me and grabbed his phone to call and yell at me:
"Hey man, where the fuck are you? I been pounding on your door for 20 minutes in the freezing cold. We had an appointment, maybe you remember? You ever check your schedule? Maybe write some shit down? Oh man, I'm sorry, I love you to death, and you're a fabulous dude, but you've done this to me for the last time!"
Then he hang up and
He didn't come to know
That just a week before
I had gone back home.
To my distant universe.
To my distant universe.
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Leaving
00:28
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January 13
05:12
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Serge was there and he came with his mate. But unfortunately Mr. Paredes, mis amigo, wasn't available. Most of them came though. They were here. Came and left again. But they always are. Somewhere. Like me too is somewhere. Is me? Yeah, sure? But where are we? Some here, some there, maybe we're anywhere. Could be, like all the souls in the the air and so on. Can souls fly, cause they're lighter than air? But air would be full of souls then and not air no more. Hm. So we breathe souls, one of another. You take a walk in the park and breathe souls. What a nice taste souls have. But not always, even stinky sometimes. But not here for sure. No. Sash'n'Nash came, nice souls. And brother Klare, he got soul. We had food, we had drinks. Fun too. Do you have fun? Well, reciting brother Oren, it must be fun to be in space. Me can prove so, me is in space! You wonder? You in space too. We all, all souls. Is space made of souls? Are we space then? We take space for sure. Do we take souls then, too? Some do. Space here was full of souls. All souls were the space. And it is great to be in space, in great space. To have brother Space Sample Campbell around, and the space de Mr. Siegel and Camatta and Pauline. You name it. Music is space too. Intergalactic even. Not to overdo, but I guess music is home for souls, universe and so on. Music is rhythm and rhythm's nature is... or better this way: Though in greek rhythm comes from flow, it is the variation of the length of a series of sounds or other events. Plus accentuation occasionally. We had rhythm here too, like one person stands here and the other one stands there, with space in between - air. But what about the in-between space? Is that nothing then? must be, since me didn't notice any other space. But let's not talk of nothing.
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Flamenco Bending
05:09
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Cool Breath
01:58
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With the first notice I was loved by her. It's because she was a birdleg. But the cold shot in my eyes keeps me burning and the was the moment. That was the moment i've heard a loud bang in my head. When I heard that my girlfriend had loved my nearest friend. It was like a cloud in my mind. I remember moments of the same two years ago in the southern north seas of Brazilia but it was just like dust in my ears. And now it was...
The cool breath runs through my whole body and the darkness in my lips goes down with the sun of my asshole where it becomes natural heating. The sound stops at once and it was quite like rolling water. But it was Kachim Ämper. The rolling toilet after shave Cool Breath.
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Jim
02:09
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Songbirds
08:31
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And now, with the existence of this recording the following will enable you to choose your favorite songbird. For brevity the birdsong have been cut shorter than they really are. First, we introduce, Bravo, a Brazilian cardinal. A beautifully plumaged and saucy fellow. Next is Cleophus, a cockateel from Australia. Cockateels make fine talkers and excellent whistlers. Listen to Cleophus whistle the first part of 'La vie en rose'. Oh little boy, that was good. Now tell Bamby to stand on his head, say 'turn over'! "Turn over, turn over, turn over." The shama thrash hails from India. Shammy is a soft brown and black feathered bird. Listen to Mama Duke, a half moon parrot, learning his first two words: 'cookie' and 'give me a kiss'. And here is Perky, the Peking nightingale or Japanese Robin. His habitat is western China. Perky sounds very much like our own native robin. There are, however, a few finishes, that do sing. One is tiny, charming and petite. The african siskin, or green singing finch. Listen to his delightful white song. Last but not least, one of the most beautiful and magnificent of all songbirds: besides the enchanting english nightingale is the Mexican clarino. His liquid-like bell notes excel the most delicately manmade music box. Listen. That was Clarence, one of my beloved birds. His voice was recorded in may 2010 and sings every time to your speakers, when you put this music in your player. Your next visit to the songbirds will be enhanced when you hear the beautiful song of my Mexican clarino.
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14. |
Suite Art
03:17
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Arnheim, Kroeller Müller Museum
Brüssel, Atomium
Paris, Musee Dorsey
St. Petersburg, Eremitage
Köln, Museum Ludwig
Helsinki, Kiasma
Rom, Musei Vatikani.
London, Tate Modern.
Stockholm, Moderna Museet
Madrid, Museo del Prado
Museo del Prado?
Vanessa Bell
Camille Claudel
Meret Oppenheim
Sonja Delauney
Käthe Kollwitz
Anna Mary Moses
Frida Kahlo
Suzanne Malardeau
Rosa Bonneheure
Sophie Täuber-Arp
Andy Warhole
Jasper Johns
Robert Motherwell
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Wordless
02:41
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There is one thing keeping happy. Oy, how could me say thing, since they sure ain't. But there sure ain't no fitting word for them at all...
What is that word? I wonder where I put it? Did you see it? It was here a moment ago. What it that word? I know I had it somewhere. Maybe there? Or was it there? It should be here. Aw, didn't i put it in a box? But where it the box? Wait a minute, ah, I put it in the shelf. The shelf, the shelf in the... Where's the shelf? Did you see it? It was in the living room yesterday. Aw, i can't find it. It should be right here on the left. Not exactly what i was looking for, thanks for your help though. i know quite sure I once had that word in that box, in the shelf in the living room. I could swear.
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John
00:42
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A Bottle
03:03
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A bottle I found in the street
Half empty it stood to my feet
A bottle and no one around
Someone left it on the ground
I took it and saw a paper inside
Saying there ain't no place to hide
Anxious, someone's observing me
Unmasked, I just had to flee.
At home the bottle stayed on my mind
Couldn't forget, attacked me from behind
For weeks, it continued that way
Next year, after April came May
But then followed Septober
And finally I got sober.
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Oxleygin
01:31
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19. |
Prime Crime
02:22
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Cycling Backwards
02:17
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Grow
01:59
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Helping you get in your shoe
Left and right 'til they fit tight
Then go out walk, do some talk
Understand to grow
Exploring space, with all it's haze
Mess around sweet awful sound
Fuck things up until time's up
Understand to grow
Later on I might be gone
If I goof, I might go poof
Becoming ash, if not trash
Unterstand to grow
Floating by some starry sky
Where atoms meet to form a seed
Return to earth on your day of birth
Understand to grow
Helping me get in my shoe
Left and right 'til they fit tight
Then go out walk, do some talk
Understand to grow
Circulate is our fate
Hit or miss is our bliss
Understand to grow
Understand to grow
Understand to grow
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achim zepezauer Germany
achim started buying vinyl at age of 8. he studied fine art in the netherlands & decided to primairly channel this multidisciplinary sensibility in to his work as a musician & improvisor. some achievements have been: own freeform radio show; DIY-productions of several recordings; curating concerts and exhibitions; LPs & MCs in many settings. ... more
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