Every Day, opus 2722
Исходная галлюцинация (Every Day, opus 2426)
Every Day, opus 2722
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Методика "кавер от кавера" работает и дальше, на основе невнятных галлюцинаций с интересной музыкой удаётся строить вполне нормальные треки, ещё один пример ниже.
Исходная галлюцинация (Every Day, opus 2426)
Every Day, opus 2722
1. When I stood alone, I was never close enough to feel the warmth, to hear from you What I meant to say, it would never cross the glass between our worlds, to carry through Every day Whatever I could say was left too late Lost in the crossing I have built a silence we can never break away I can feel it fading Every day In unfamiliar ways I search for you Drifting through mirrors I have built a silence we can never break away I can feel it fading 2. Where I left the door, it was closing on the echo of a world that we once knew All I used to keep, it would shatter like the glass beneath the steps I took from you Every day Whatever I could say was left too late Lost in the crossing I have built a silence we can never break away I can feel it fading Every day In unfamiliar ways I search for you Drifting through mirrors I have built a silence we can never break away I can feel it fading
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Трек вышел 28-го февраля на отечественных площадках (пример: Yandex.Music - Every Street.
Финальный трек в OST романа "The Failed Star" цикла "Встреча"/"The Gathering".
Alice Payne - Every Street, opus 2701
1. Every street becomes a garden, Lazy ways to greet the morning, Past the gates to find directions, Where the sparrows teach us patience, Carry songs from me to morning, Such a gorgeous revelation, To discover new sensations, To pursue these fleeting moments. Chorus: And you beside me, For a while, it's true, Since this life can be a treasure, When the light belongs to you. 2. Tapping rhythms on the railing, Making music from the pavement, Through the dust and through the laughter, Where the echoes find each other, Leave the worry for tomorrow, Such a simple celebration, To remember one another, To continue what we've started. Chorus. Every street becomes a garden, Lazy ways to greet the morning, Past the gates to find directions, Where the sparrows teach us patience.
Ниже в скрытом состоянии соответствующий фрагмент романа.
Every street becomes a garden, Lazy ways to greet the morning, Past the gates to find directions, Where the sparrows teach us patience...
Carry songs from me to morning, Such a gorgeous revelation, To discover new sensations, To pursue these fleeting moments...
And you beside me, For a while, it's true, Since this life can be a treasure, When the light belongs to you.
Tapping rhythms on the railing, Making music from the pavement, Through the dust and through the laughter, Where the echoes find each other, Leave the worry for tomorrow, Such a simple celebration, To remember one another, To continue what we've started.
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Камадан поздравляет норвежского бармена с днём рождения. Бывает и так.
The Keeper's Raising Cup, opus 2698
Hear me now. The floor is our drum. Your feet are the heartbeat. Listen. A man who keeps the fire alight Through every storm and every night Deserves a song that shakes the floor — So stamp your feet and give him more! Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup! Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill it up! I see every face that's walked this room, Every laugh that held the dark at bay — A keeper knows: the ones who pour for others Are the ones we honour on this day. Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup! Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill it up! The old songs say: bless the hands that serve. The old songs say: bless the doors left wide. I carry every song I've ever heard — And this one, friend, stays deep inside. So stand, stand, stand — let the timber shake! Stand, stand, stand — for the keeper's sake! Every voice beneath this roof tonight Is a torch, a bell, a holding light! Ha-le! Ha-le! Raise the cup! Ha-le! Ha-le! Fill it up! Ha-le! Ha-le! RAISE THE CUP! Ha-le! Ha-le! FILL IT UP! HA-LE! HA-LE! RAISE THE CUP! HA-LE! HA-LE! FILL — IT — UP!
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Поставил последнюю строку в романе "The Failed Star" ("Неудавшаяся звезда"), четвёртое из восемнадцати запланированных произведений цикла (по основному, краеугольному произведению) "The Gathering".
Что в каком состоянии, хронологически (время сюжетное):
Вот теперь хочется отдохнуть. 73ал за полгода - это немного подвиг. Язык произведений - английский, будет и русский пересказ каждой.
Продюсер переходит на новые модели. Всё, что накоплено непосильным трудом
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Любите ли вы регги с примесью Лавкрафта, как люблю его я?
Miskatonic Valley Radio - Tubes of Leng
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Новые варианты колыбельной "в невозможных жанрах". Хотя начнём с самого что ни на есть возможного.
Wilds sisters - Silver Phonk, opus 2678
Wilds sisters - Silver Phonk Blues, opus 2682
Softly, softly, silver moon, Humming such a quiet tune, Floating where the clouds drift by, Lantern in the evening sky. When the daylight fades to grey, When the birds have flown away, Then you climb above the hill, Softly, softly, calm and still. Little owl upon the bough Sees your gentle glowing now, How could she have found her way If you hid your silver ray? Through my window, pale and round, Pouring light without a sound, Watching while I close my eyes, Till the morning starts to rise. As you sail from dusk to dawn, Keeping watch till night is gone, I will sing this little tune — Softly, softly, silver moon.
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Wheesht An' Road, opus 2672
The bairn's awa' tae dreamland noo, Wheesht, wheesht, the road is lang, We sang the hollow intae her hairt An' noo she sleeps wi'oot a pang. Chorus: Wheesht an' roll, wheesht an' roll, The van is hummin' doon the miles, We left the mist, we found the road, An' noo we're tradin' tears for smiles! Ten years we walked where time stood still, Through courts o' lichts an' whispered names, But here's the road, the rain, the sky— The mortal world's got sweeter claims. Chorus: Wheesht an' roll, wheesht an' roll, The van is hummin' doon the miles, We left the mist, we found the road, An' noo we're tradin' tears for smiles! Sìth-na-làir, the fae folk say, But here's the nicht, the wheel, the way— A sleepin' bairn, a borrowed van, An' twa auld sisters wi' a plan. (Mia) The Abrams laugh, the engine purrs, (Lora) The motorway sings oor refrain, (Mia) We're hame at last—or close enough— (Lora) The hollow's hush has eased the pain. Chorus: Wheesht an' roll, wheesht an' roll, The van is hummin' doon the miles, We left the mist, we found the road, An' noo we're tradin' tears for smiles!
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Немного духоподъёмного... в каком-то смысле.
Wilds Sisters - Roon An' Roon, opus 2676
Ye say I cannae sing a note O'er ony tune ye play Weel set yer drink aside, ma friend An' watch me find ma way Roon an' roon we're dancin' noo Tae music strange an' new Gie me a beat, I'll gie ye words That's aw I ever knew Roon an' roon, the fiddle cries The nicht is bricht an' braw Ye bet against the Wilds, ma dear We'll sing o'er ony tune at aw Ye think these lips need fancy songs Wi' melodies tae match? Nae, pal — the song's inside the breath An' words are mine tae catch Roon an' roon we're dancin' noo Tae music strange an' new Gie me a beat, I'll gie ye words That's aw I ever knew Roon an' roon, the fiddle cries The nicht is bricht an' braw Ye bet against the Wilds, ma dear We'll sing o'er ony tune at aw Lora, harmonize wi' me Let the doubters hear Ten years in the Otherworld Made music crystal clear Roon an' roon we're dancin' noo Tae music strange an' new Gie me a beat, I'll gie ye words That's aw I ever knew Roon an' roon, the fiddle cries The nicht is bricht an' braw Ye bet against the Wilds, ma dear We'll sing o'er ony tune at aw Roon an' roon...
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Параллельно с реконструкцией седьмого романа цикла Ралион я работаю над "Встречей" ("The Gathering"), произведением, действие которого происходит во вселенной Мифов Ктулху, с намеренными параллелями с "Обрядом" и "Ведьмой".
Центральные персонажи - те, "имена" которых могут быть известны некоторым читателям этого блога (сёстры Миа и Лора Уайльдс, Алиса Пэйн, Каэс Мира, Камаскера Камадан и Эмма Крафт).
Готовность на английском языке: 100% (18.5 а.л.).
Готовность на русском языке: 21% (это не перевод, а изложение тех же событий).
Место действия: окрестности Аркхэма (Массачусеттс) и Данвича.
Саундтрек к произведению в работе. Кому интересно - следите за новостями.
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И ещё одна песня от Алисы, вы поняли от какой.
All The Lands I Saw, opus 2644
All the lands I saw — Mirrors in the mist, Forests made of thread, Lanterns that insist. All the lands I saw — Stairs that looped through sky, Towers full of names, Snow that blinked an eye. All the lands I saw — Coins that knew their weight, Markets run by dreams, Books that changed their fate. All the lands I saw — Shadows in debate, Signs that faced away, Keys that asked to wait. All the lands I saw — Veils of violet steam, Birds with echo skin, Time caught in a seam. All the lands I saw — Truth that flickered twice, Beauty out of phase, Eyes that rolled the dice.
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