Swashes of chords in C, battling time in a froth of different signatures, eventually settling to a sunset in the Sahara kind of vibe, as the harsh evening heat slowly sinks into the slowly slithering sand.
2m. The running of the tones commences, as each C-based subset competes for a beat unsuited for even the basest of the competing chords combined. An eraser dust motif comes in, shaking itself vigorously over and over. 4m. The tones settle down to a lucid, sun-lit sonority, and drift obliviously by the off-kilter drums, and descend, with a modicum of grace, into a netherworld of tinkling song, while outside the drums gnash and bite at the windows and the doorsills. A tone sweeps up and down with hidden musical signals, settling into splendor at 7m. When it pops back up it’s like a frantic cheat of time, but then it starts going back down into the drift bowl, on down into the tank, out of the orbit, and further degrades into what seems to be blank and empty space.
9m. Grandiosity rears its handsome head, and the beats approach an almost martial flavor. As several packs of ghosts flow across each space time path, you then inhabit them and seek to replace newer actions with old, and lost in a maze of thought, flinch as the drums introduce a dramatic series of swells. This attracts the ravenous beat, as it hones in on the cacophony and attempts to regulate it by rigidity. This echoes outward into that nothing that signals the end.
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Swashes of chords in C, battling time in a froth of different signatures, eventually settling to a sunset in the Sahara kind of vibe, as the harsh evening heat slowly sinks into the slowly slithering sand.
2m. The running of the tones commences, as each C-based subset competes for a beat unsuited for even the basest of the competing chords combined. An eraser dust motif comes in, shaking itself vigorously over and over. 4m. The tones settle down to a lucid, sun-lit sonority, and drift obliviously by the off-kilter drums, and descend, with a modicum of grace, into a netherworld of tinkling song, while outside the drums gnash and bite at the windows and the doorsills. A tone sweeps up and down with hidden musical signals, settling into splendor at 7m. When it pops back up it’s like a frantic cheat of time, but then it starts going back down into the drift bowl, on down into the tank, out of the orbit, and further degrades into what seems to be blank and empty space.
9m. Grandiosity rears its handsome head, and the beats approach an almost martial flavor. As several packs of ghosts flow across each space time path, you then inhabit them and seek to replace newer actions with old, and lost in a maze of thought, flinch as the drums introduce a dramatic series of swells. This attracts the ravenous beat, as it hones in on the cacophony and attempts to regulate it by rigidity. This echoes outward into that nothing that signals the end.
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