Remember whats sacred

Heute in der Post.

Das alte und das neue Album von Wino und Conny Ochs.
Fantastisch – beide.

Tracks aus dem neuen Album:

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Altogether lost

When the chill of earth black-breasted is uplifted at the
Of the red sun million-crested, and the forest blossoms
With the light that stirs and lustres of the dawn, and with
the bloom
Of the wind’s cheek as it clusters from the hidden valley’s
gloom :
Then I walk in woodland spaces, musing on the solemn
Of the immemorial places shut behind the starry rays
Of the East and all its splendour, of the West and all its peace;
And the stubborn lights grow tender, and the hard sounds
hush and cease.
In the wheel of heaven revolving, mysteries of death and
In the wonb of time dissolving, shape anew a heaven and
Ever changing, ever growing, ever dwindling, ever dear,
Ever worth the passion glowing to distil a doubtful tear.
These are with me, these are of me, these approve me,
these obey,
Choose me, move me, fear me, love me, master of the
night and day.
These are real, these illusion : I am of them, false or frail,
True or lasting, all is fusion in the spirit’s shadow-veil,

As a spirit in a vision shows a countenance in fear,
Laughs the looker to derision, only comes to disappear,
Gods and mortals, mind and matter, in the glowing bud
dissever :
Vein from vein they rend and shatter, and are nothingness
for ever.
In the blessed, the enlightened, perfect eyes these visions
Pass and cease, poor shadows frightened,
leave no stain
upon the glass.
One last stroke, O heart- free master, one last certain
calm of will,
And the maker of Disaster shall be stricken and grow
Burn thou to the core of matter, to the spirit’s utmost
Consciousness and sense to shatter, ruin sight and form
and name!
Shatter, lake-reflected spectre; lake, rise up in mist to
Sun, dissolve in showers of nectar, and the Master’s
work is done.
Nectar perfume gently stealing, masterful and sweet and
Cleanse the world with light of healing in the ancient
House of Wrong !
Free a million mortals on the wheel og being
tossed !
Open wide the mystic portals, and be altogether lost!

Arhan by Aleister Crowley

Analog Heaven

Ich bin ja immer wieder fasziniert wenn irgendwelche Leute da draußen Geräten, die so aussehen, als seien sie eher für die kontrollierte Landung einer Raumfähre gedacht, als um damit Musik zu machen, die interessantesten Klänge entlocken.

Ich weiß nicht genau was mich dabei am meißten fasziniert: Die Technik die so komplex erscheint und doch irgend etwas kleines, sinnvolles tut, oder das Faktum, dass kleine Veränderungen in diesem Setup den Klang erzeugen.

Aber um nicht lange zu reden, lasst das Video einfach selbst wirken: