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[dhtr009]

As data go through the cables or over the air, connections establish, ideas turn to form... And artists land on a common project, just for a while.
It all started from video snipets by Andrew Ward (a.k.a Kicked), then a track, a second and pictures and so on... to tell a story.
I don't really know what's this story's about, I just hope that you'll create your own one when discovering those tunes.

Thanks to all the artists who contributed to this project:
Andrew Ward soundcloud.com/kicked
Bissecta&Kyt soundcloud.com/bissecta
Chris soundcloud.com/swivelized-sounds
Clem Right soundcloud.com/clemright
Edouard Trolliet soundcloud.com/greendizer
James Clark soundcloud.com/james-clark-1
Lena Zoldak soundcloud.com/zeba-2/sets/red-balloons-ep
Margarethe soundcloud.com/me_and_mathilda
Miles soundcloud.com/strange-meat
Mozz soundcloud.com/transmission-13
Sabrina soundcloud.com/klang-schwester
Thomas soundcloud.com/dilig0
Vadim Zeberg soundcloud.com/zeba-2
Bruno Chardin

'The Great American Disaster' initially released by Transmission 13 on the eponymous album
. transmission-13.bandcamp.com/album/the-great-american-disaster

'The Price Of Freedom' initially released by Dilig0 on 'The Why Out Loud' album
. dlg0.bandcamp.com/album/the-why-out-loud

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released November 25, 2013

Artwork by: Bruno Chardin, Andrew Ward and David Furodet
Video by Andrew Ward

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dhatūrā records Grenoble, France

Experimental, electronic, ambient, atmospheric... whatever music that paves its way out of the usual trail.

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Track Name: Kicked - Somebody Else
I can see you running, I can see you hiding
I can see you standing, I can see you waiting
Are you waiting for me, or somebody else
And if it's somebody else, don't worry
I'll keep on waiting, I'll keep on waiting for you

I see you on the floor, Oh I can see you on the other side of the door
I see you there, I see you there, I see you there
And I'm trying to see how many bullets you got left in your gun
So if you want to try, You can try
You throw a flash, You throw a flash, You throw a flash
Are you trying to blind me, Oh please don’t you be so unkind to me

I can see you laughing, I can see you smiling
I can see that you are happy, now I see you crying
Are you crying for me, or somebody else
And if it's somebody else, don't worry
I'll keep on crying, I'll keep on crying for you

I see you on the floor, Oh I can see you on the other side of the door
I see you there, I see you there, I see you there
And I'm trying to see how many bullets you got left in your gun
So if you want to try, You can try
You throw a flash, You throw a flash, You throw a flash
Are you trying to blind me, Oh please don’t you be so unkind to me

I can see you leaving, I can see who you're holding
I can hear my own breathing
I can hear my heart beating
Does your heart beat for me, Or somebody else
And if it's somebody else, don't worry
'Cause my heart will never stop beating for you

Are you trying to blind me
Oh please don't be so unkind to me
Track Name: The Obligations - Something So Small
only a survivor
gets to say what they want
about the ambulance driver
while everyone else
just listen up to the words
that dogs would be jealous of

they say is simple enough
so just cheer the fuck up
they said something so small
will just get us in trouble
and kill us all

now maybe I made a mistake
and there's really no telling
but how could you ever tell

it's not what you think
we just made a mistake
because something so small
was so easy for us
to just throw away
Track Name: Dilig0 - The Price Of Freedom
have to pay the price of freedom and happiness,
with efforts and sacrifice,
feel peaceful and guiltless
Track Name: Kinsâme - The End Of The World (Sourire l'acte de ma muse)
Aux noms de tous tes noms Déesse des Dieux!
Les évasions deviennent consommables, consumables, conspirées par le cortège
des oracles guerrières moites de cette succion d'éther.
Celles-là qui font misère des cordes à peines comptées, parfois entrevues durant le
vivre et le mourir en la seule seconde terrifiante, orgasmique, mourir et vivre en la
seconde qu'Elle éclate, Mère de la misère corde. En la seconde mourir et vivre,
vivre et mourir en la seconde.
Louanges à Déesses!
Horribles câlins naissant dans le vent des ans où va et vient le débit désabusé, bel
amour sans condition qui soupire les ondes des forgerons attestant le rythme
radial, grand blanc semé à la trace odorante de ses voix.
Saigneuses des univers.
Celles-là même qui trament misère des cordes.
Vénérer pleinement chaque porteur par pulsions premières sous le planning
sévère de quelques planètes envieuses d'être épelées du feu à quatre pattes
insoumises; seul ce feu faisait mine de savoir l'eau interstitielle.
Mères des misères cordes.
Mourir et vivre en sa seconde.
En sa seconde, mourir et vivre.
Reines des secondes sans jugement.
Telle la silhouette en treillis assouvissant de déserts les humains accrochés à leurs
crampes encrées aux milliards de maux, par inadvertance, offerts afin qu'ils
bâtissent, oui ces salopes avec ou sans pénis, les humains qui bâtissent ces piliers
dorées soutenant cette vacuité sure d'eux.
C'est vous que j'adore!
Vous!
Dont je méprise le but.
Plaies pyrrhiques abruptes aussi abrutissantes que l'obscurantisme des réverbères
coincés sur la castration féodale incrustée aux fausses pierres et leurs nouvelles
prières des putains de pères.
Perds-moi vers la plaine gauche:
alors les capacités persisteront à siffler le violet flûté encore, flûté, flûté,
profondément flûté sur la pression psychique hurlée, flûtée, juste unisson et
passion sans pardon, flûtée et harpée avec la cruelle croyance criarde des crocs
qu'ameute la marche têtue de l'araignée.
Vers la plaine gauche de celles que vous avez vidées de méfaits.
En votre seconde mourir et vivre, vivre et mourir en votre seconde.
Je vous prie d'y passer en premier;
je vous aime car vous secondes croustillaient les lobes qu'elles prennent signataires
des astres lagunaires, elles y demeurent volatiles au claquement de doigts, leur
demeure première et seconde s'évapore lasse des lèvres pluvieuses, vers la plaine
gauche.
Oui c'est la plaine de celles qui bafouent votre bienveillance et de celles des
troublantes trouvailles censées commettre la langue du parsec convulsif qui goutte
ainsi la seconde où il se doit de mourir et de vivre.
Vivre et mourir en la seconde.
De ta main, de ta seconde, mourir et vivre.
Vivre et mourir de ta main, de ta seconde.

My muse will leave at the end of the world

My Muse will leave at the end of the world. From deep water he feel everything. Spell drunk this time wrapped into syntony. Once upon the space who surround us. Life care and sing Death, Death care and sing Life.

It was fairy empty of word

It was nearly the big mouth laughing

It was merry with this six toys that traps

My muse will leave at the end of the world.

Come on sweet newt dive into the lava...
Track Name: swiʌelized souηds - Where We Are
if you’re there
then i’ll be there
and we can be there
i don’t care
if you’re here
then i’ll be here
and we can be here
i don’t care
i don’t really care
where we are
i’m trying to find you
i’m trying to find you
i’m trying to find you
i’m trying to find me too
Track Name: Klang-Schwester - PyL_N
I crash into your life
run until your arms drop
your dreams
Track Name: Kicked - How Cunning A Mind
Oh the innocence is mine
For your elegance leads you to lie
But for reasons I cannot supply
I've accepted the blame
It's always the same

And the compliments aren't what they seem
As your eyes divert what they mean
Oh your beauty disguises your dark
And how cunning a mind
I choose to be blind

And I smile to think how you try
And the boundaries you'll cross to justify
But to me I don't even mind
All I need is your time
Oh your love is sublime

And I'm hoping it won't end in tears
'Cause my sanctuary lies in my fears
But if it all falls apart in the end
I will try to contend
It's your touch that transcends
Track Name: Zeba & Lena Zoldak - Strange Days
Strange, strange days
Kids are playing outside
Cars are parked the other way
Sky is turning grey
When you talk just the right way

Strange, strange days

Building went down
Men are wearing crowns
Question mark is written on the forehead of a town
Big question mark
Right on it's face

Strange, strange days