Music
0. Two Jam Sessions
Two jam Sessions
made together with Mr. Anonymous. The two are made 'on the fly' without
much preprocessing. The drums are mainly done using an MC505 and a
Korg N264. The bleeps and bloops are done using some Yamaha JC909 (or
so). They were made somewhere in 1998-1999.
Jam
Session 1
& Jam Session 2
A
'boenk-schlaka-boenk' version of a well known russion folk song...
Created with a Roland MC505 and a Korg N346. The violin at the end is
played by my brother, as well as the piano in the centre. No lyrics..
2. Treason
A 'dungeon-techno'-song created in 1998 together with Filou &
Satan. There are three mixes of this song. The first is
the original version,
made in 1998. The second one
is a revision made after
uploading the samples to audiotool. Sadly, the original voices were
never recorded, so a 10th order butterworth bandpass was used to
extract them from the original. If wanted, this song can be remixed
at http://www.audiotool.com/track/treason-pktpum/. In
the third revision I threw out all voices and kept the rhythmical
section: from treason to bliss in 81
measures (or
at audiotool).
As
I walk away from the festivities
I
realize,
I hate these lost emotions
The pain real enough to let itself come
to life it
is revealed for the horror it is
Leaves me Thrashing in its horrifying wake it hurts my eyes to see my
soul still
burning
I seek, my own lair For I have forsaken
me I
had to face Remorseless
retribution
I gaze Clad in black And their
invisibility has closed my eyes beyond the point of
blindness
and still groping for reality to seep back
in this
hellhole filled
with unbelievers
it hurts ignorance sensing yet not
seeing I
cannot tell What in me feeds
this yearning
Of blood The scent it is Entering my nostrils
Can't
look back upon deserted
battleground
Opening The acid-filled And ancient cavity It's known only To those who
ruefully weep
To gasp A little more Of that infested air
I have
to rise Detested,
blighted surface
Scavenge This rotten world Where mimicry is
holy I
am prepared The bounties are
just waiting
Mending The broken thoughts Marauding the
countryside The heroes stand To judge what they
can not slay
Strofe fucking
4 Waar
is dat fucking refr ?
Frenzied
And
wildly Not
knowing where the cliff ends I'll flail around
To flatten
these last morcels
Inhabited by
the vultures Of this criminal
society
Written by:
Satan (The Disciple) 1998
Ambient at 150
BPM... Created in 6 hours...
Some other music made with the anonymous jammer from point 0. Took
quite a while to create and the sound recording itself is not the best
one can hope for. In any case, nostalgy is always interesting.
This is a piece
of goa music created in 6 hours. The voice in the beginning taken from
a self-help disc created by John Lilly.
I feel
That I am merely an agent
Giving you some keys
Which have been given to me
To pass on to you
These keys are to unlock doors
Out of your present prisson
Doors opening on new alleys
Doors beyond, where you are now
In general, the thing of the workshop is
that each one of us is far greater,
far more advanced,
far more consciously aware,
far more intelligent,
than each one of us can see of ourselves as being
Written by: John Lilly 1994
A try to make
some dance music, but we couldn't stick to it, so we created something
... unique ... beatiful ... never created before ...
Make sure to listen
to this marvelous music with its cunning end phrase
:))
1]
Take away the grain
The king has gone to war
Starving all his minions
His Army is his whore
Peasants lose their children
As there is no food left
Picking up their weapons
To right this awful theft
2] Heroes of the future
Cowards of the past
Rallying their forces
Pushing to get there fast
Showing off their courage
Showing all their guts
They will show the soldiers
Those bastards, they will rot
3] Moving towards the fire
The men will stand their ground
Unless the harsh repression
is coming back to haunt
Acceptance of oppression
Is crushing the revolt
For They cannot continue
Until they find their fault
4] If they want to fight it
first they'll need redemption
man would love to hate it
shaking off corruption
soulless collaboration
will keep them in shackles
powers blinding darkness
can lead them all to hell
5] Entering their nostrils
The scent will reach their brains
Rotten creeping tendrils
Will drive soldiers insane
Virtues growing tired
They long for penitance
But their strong desires
Make it stand no chance
6] Finally they come round
they will now turn back
evil found a fertile ground
and it's above their necks
Women, children cheering
welcome heroes return
but should they not despair now
as they 'll be burned in turn
7] They need no outside evil
The men have come to town
Mankind needs no devil
For he can grow his own
Women will be raped
And children will be torn
The malign hated darkness
Is where we all were born
Written by: S@t@n (1999)
This is the more
or less decent version of the same song. As you will notice it is much
more boring. This is probably because its no horny woman singing her
necrofilic feelings for some kind of dead guy... So we did it -again-
ourselves.
1]
Green Pools of fire
Consume
Inheritance
Desacrated
Temple Grounds
Preacher
stands no chance
His
hands are in the air
as
he calls for intervention
Losing
all his faith
in
a suicide tendention
2]
The Women and their children
are
praying for the light
Their
husbands took the horses
and
left the town to fight
Burning
village ruins
will
be avenged tonight
With
blood on their swords
with
honour and with pride
3]
In Ancient Times,
this village was built over a swamp by
a
nomadic tribe of sorcerers and enchanters
to safeguard the mysteries of
the soul
they had uncovered.
Behold, their disciples
did not know of
the sinister lich
that tied them to Bael,
and for over a thousand years
they put their faith in a God
that wasn't theirs.
As so, for their lack
of knowledge
they would be punished severely
4]
Haunt'd whispers of the spirits
Gaze
upon your soul
temptation
of the evil
as
the hunger takes control
Inhuman
laughter
their
banners black and red
for
the enemy you're fighting
is
already dead
5]
Their legions grow larger
with
every warrior slain
Victory
of the damned
as
you face eternal pain
Visions
of the future
cloud
your memories of the past
No
one could foresee
the
end that came so fast
6]
Suddenly there was brightness
as
the wizard stood upright
mumbling
sacred phrases
preparing
for the fight
He
brought us salvation
midst
the fury of the storm
then
thousands cries of agony
left
the evil ripped and torn
Schuppen
is troef...
Written
by: Ditmar 1999
As song based on
a tune of Faithless. I had to do something with to let it go... So here
it is... Speedy is singing...
Some kind of
electro ?
Im
gona make you
Im gona make you
Im gona make you
All all hot somehow
All all hot somehow
Wasting your time
[Wasting your time
Wasting your world x3]
Wasting your Time
Wasting your Time
And having but a girl
[I'm gonna make you fly
like the wind in the city
Oooo live over
since i make you
well I'm on
and on a tripthing
i wanna live in this
i saw wonder x2]
der..der..der..der..
[I'm gona check your body lines
I'm gona check your body... x14]
Lyrics: Speedy Sept '99
9. Padded Walls
Currently there are two versions of this
song: The original 1999
version and the mix made
in audiotool in 16.04.2012. This song can be remixed
at http://www.audiotool.com/track/padded_walls/. The
song was made in 1999 together with Filou & Satan. Filou sings, Satan
wrote the text and I (God) made the music. Of course, Satan wrote more
text than we wanted to sing, so we've cut the story short. The sounds
were made using a Korg N264 and a Roland Mc505.
Trapped
in my glass container,
I gaze down into the valley,
sighting only darkness,
my puppet doesn't answer me anymore
As I inquire what he,
my faithfull companion sees,
angered by his ignorance,
he will be the means to my escape...
When the red haze subsides,
I find the shattered skull,
of my only friend,
the bone sharts
strewn all around me
Ferrociously, I attack the wall
that robbed me of my soulmate
the scent of blood enters my nostrils
and the stains are on the wall and the floor
written by: S@t@n
I believe that despite the enormous odds which exist,
unflinching,
unswerving,
fierce intellectual determination,
as citizens,
to define the real truth of our lives
and our societies
is a crucial obligation
which devolves upon us all.
It is in fact mandatory.
If such a determination is not embodied
in our political vision
we have no hope of restoring
what is so nearly lost to us -
the dignity of man.
11. Ten Point 39
A song I made after working at audiotool for about 9 months. During
that time I learned that the audible spectrum covers about 10.39
octaves (depending on where you stop at the lower end). This song was
an obsessive attempt to create some audio for each of the 10
octaves. mp3 or
at audiotool. Title
was somewhat inspired by Vangelis' Albedo 0.39
Impulse Responses
When a pulse is send through a system of audio modules it tends to
be modified. This modification is called the impulse response. This
entire song is one such an impulse response. This song is the answer
the system gave to the mono signal (1,0,0,....).
The setup starts out with a series of delaylines to keep the pulse
alive. A compressor is applied to bring 'whatever we get' to a
reasonable level, while at the same time allowing us to keep on
amplifying the signal (the postgain of the compressor is
maximal). However to make this work correctly one must realize that
the audiotool compressor does not perform lookahead. Consequently a
sidechain is used to drive the compressor while at the same time
feeding it with the delayed signal. That ensures that the signal will
fall after the attackphase of the compressor.
Once the signal stays alive, stereo and reverb are added. From
there on it is merely a matter of modifying the
audiotstream. mp3
or audiotool. A
Similar song was created but relied on a high
pitch ping
(audiotool).