I found an old FL file with a single loop, droning along for about six minutes. So I said to myself. Why not make it eight minutes? And then add a bunch more stuff in and build it up as it goes along.
And since it's the middle of the day and my housemates are still working, that really cuts down on me belting out lyrics in a faux-poor-wulfe's-opera-style. So I opted for a spoken word piece. Along with the FL file there was a text file with just the first two sentences of the following lyrics.
I take things and I run. I run so far.
Inspiration for these long building tracks definitely come from my encounters with Isis' (the band) song "Weight" off of their lovely album, "Oceanic."
A lot of the lyrics were taken from album and song titles from my experimental electronic project, xerou hour: https://xerouhour.bandcamp.com/ -- Y'know. If you were interested, at all.
I am the eternal static on the carpet of ego disappearing in to the vast horizon. If I concentrate hard enough, I may be able to perform photosynthesis.
I can become the Moon, extrapolating the brilliance of existence. I am many things. I am many things. But I have never been free from despair.
I am a train wreck off the coast of Faerithisix 2.993,
staring across upside down molten oceans of Thraelyx Prime. A life lived so long ago it is almost just a dream now. 1 2 3 1 2 0 2 5. There will not be a 41st revolution around the sun. Of that much I am certain.
If I press the palms of my hands hard enough against my eyes I can see in to the alternating currents of endless meadows of bliss. Traveling along the 29th parallel. I can sculpt green fields from nothing, merely drifting thoughts and passing time. These repetitive dark tunnels give way to the brighter side. A secluded grove, beneath dusk. Opaque. Adrift. Forming. Crashing.
I am the disappearing paradigm. Empty. Unstable. Becoming never-there. I am many things. I am so many things. But a fully realized dream I hold naught.
I am a slow lamenting pain sinking in to a maw of ruin. My heart is stone. Dropped from your fingertips. That shatters like glass in to a thousand pieces. A thousand faces in the rain. Mutual dreams and traces of spirit. I am forever pulling inward. Ending uncertain transmissions. I can reach out and conjure one empty morning upon empty morning. By just merely passing through.
I have contemplated the aperture, waiting through the night. As the lights fell from above. Heavy skies. Perception lapsing. I am learning to throw it all away. Letting my skylines be devoured by time. And by the time you're done forgetting who you were. I will no longer have a reflection. I will have wished myself away.
I am the faces we try to hide. In the gloom. On amnesic Sundays. I am many things. I am many things. But tethered to this world I am not.
I am the vast horizon. I am the darker sky. I am the crystal lion. I am what fades away.
@miga Feb 2022
Faerithisix 2.993 sure sounds like a cool place, though it also appears to be doomed. This is really creative.