Ola amigos!
Hey, today i'm kinda crooked so, i guess i'll go straight to the point
There's this songstress, Diane Cluck. She is so fond of fauna and flora, specially dogs. That totally passes through to us. Just a guitar and a few more stuff, but it's obvious to anyone who listens: it's Diane who paints the songs the most, with multi-layered voices, or just one, depending on how much company she wants in the songs. And many times "lonesome" is gold.
Telepathic Desert
on Oh Vanille/Ova Nille
by Diane Cluck
This song is visionary. The hazards of time-distance scarcely receive such good ilustrations.
You can, actually, see your Love, whatever shape you may design it to be, trying. Trying through the tired air, the static, the heat, the distances, the sun, the scorpions, the particles. And God and Diane surely must know how much we sent.
She firstly asks, almost outsidely, how bad the comunnication is going:
Did you recieve my love across the telepathic desert?
Switchboards are corroding in the micro-ranging waves
Says silence is punished (with heat):
Did you receive my love across the telepathic desert?
A million signals singe for every syllable that's saved
She then aproaches, like a Mediterranean damsel, when all the data is disabled. And she reminds you: she sent Love before, and is well conscient of what happens if it falls short of aim, for reasons unknown. Denote how she never blames a second person for the violent harshness inflicted to her Love.
Today I sent you love
I wonder if you will receive it
They shoot it down so often
I have watched it and believe
That if it never reached your mind
And it fell short of your heart
It's fallen to the desert floor where scorpions and sun torched and stung it all apart
She then softens things, trying to enhance the t-desert, but is not too sucessfull
Do not misunderstand me
I see the desert beauty
The cactus flower blooming
From the bleaching of the bones
And stiches, comparing the flow "this" had to the actual confusion of artificiality. The ambiguity of the theme leaves us wandering who's the bad guy here. Telephones or Phone Calls? Makers or Users? Senders or Recievers?
But this used to be a river
Till misappropriated
By electrical confusion
And the frying of the phones
Frequencys ranging through arcs of extra signal
Yardage and miles of interfering stuff
Invisible scribblings override the tired air
She ilustrates the roughness some more, and tries to certify the shippings of love, may it be received or not.
With an ever-present static so the traveling is rough
It stumbles over distances but I have sent enough
The atmosphere unraveling till you receive my love
The song is notable for the melody pad. It's a thick but not-intrusive melody that will keep you imagining strange, unrequited movement. A platypus may come to your mind too. A pre-civilization tone art also comes to me. This reminds me of a recurrent dream i used to have, all in black and tile-color, a rusty orange that painted the figures (generally me and other two kids running from a geometrical deity, very reminescent of this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Dioskouroi_Herakles_BM_E224.jpg) It also helps to write something Diane did not put explicitly out: the unconditional reason to keep shipping her love. The continuous, naive and phsycho-organic shippings. Damn the naughty desert.
FEATURES:
Mood: Sit Down, Mid-closed Hands, Closed Eyes. Calm, Evasive Call for Attention. Peek-a-boo. Snaky, Eastern.
Punchline: Today i sent you love/ I wonder if you will recieve it
Mental JPEG: Out-of-Body Experience through yellow area. Being a green toy-snake. Wasting your energy away through space.
Hey, today i'm kinda crooked so, i guess i'll go straight to the point
There's this songstress, Diane Cluck. She is so fond of fauna and flora, specially dogs. That totally passes through to us. Just a guitar and a few more stuff, but it's obvious to anyone who listens: it's Diane who paints the songs the most, with multi-layered voices, or just one, depending on how much company she wants in the songs. And many times "lonesome" is gold.
Telepathic Desert
on Oh Vanille/Ova Nille
by Diane Cluck
This song is visionary. The hazards of time-distance scarcely receive such good ilustrations.
You can, actually, see your Love, whatever shape you may design it to be, trying. Trying through the tired air, the static, the heat, the distances, the sun, the scorpions, the particles. And God and Diane surely must know how much we sent.
She firstly asks, almost outsidely, how bad the comunnication is going:
Did you recieve my love across the telepathic desert?
Switchboards are corroding in the micro-ranging waves
Says silence is punished (with heat):
Did you receive my love across the telepathic desert?
A million signals singe for every syllable that's saved
She then aproaches, like a Mediterranean damsel, when all the data is disabled. And she reminds you: she sent Love before, and is well conscient of what happens if it falls short of aim, for reasons unknown. Denote how she never blames a second person for the violent harshness inflicted to her Love.
Today I sent you love
I wonder if you will receive it
They shoot it down so often
I have watched it and believe
That if it never reached your mind
And it fell short of your heart
It's fallen to the desert floor where scorpions and sun torched and stung it all apart
She then softens things, trying to enhance the t-desert, but is not too sucessfull
Do not misunderstand me
I see the desert beauty
The cactus flower blooming
From the bleaching of the bones
And stiches, comparing the flow "this" had to the actual confusion of artificiality. The ambiguity of the theme leaves us wandering who's the bad guy here. Telephones or Phone Calls? Makers or Users? Senders or Recievers?
But this used to be a river
Till misappropriated
By electrical confusion
And the frying of the phones
Frequencys ranging through arcs of extra signal
Yardage and miles of interfering stuff
Invisible scribblings override the tired air
She ilustrates the roughness some more, and tries to certify the shippings of love, may it be received or not.
With an ever-present static so the traveling is rough
It stumbles over distances but I have sent enough
The atmosphere unraveling till you receive my love
The song is notable for the melody pad. It's a thick but not-intrusive melody that will keep you imagining strange, unrequited movement. A platypus may come to your mind too. A pre-civilization tone art also comes to me. This reminds me of a recurrent dream i used to have, all in black and tile-color, a rusty orange that painted the figures (generally me and other two kids running from a geometrical deity, very reminescent of this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Dioskouroi_Herakles_BM_E224.jpg) It also helps to write something Diane did not put explicitly out: the unconditional reason to keep shipping her love. The continuous, naive and phsycho-organic shippings. Damn the naughty desert.
FEATURES:
Mood: Sit Down, Mid-closed Hands, Closed Eyes. Calm, Evasive Call for Attention. Peek-a-boo. Snaky, Eastern.
Punchline: Today i sent you love/ I wonder if you will recieve it
Mental JPEG: Out-of-Body Experience through yellow area. Being a green toy-snake. Wasting your energy away through space.
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