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Exitus Flow
07:21
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Lachrymose Car Alarm
00:34
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Lure
04:45
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Halifax
05:21
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No Man is a Bridge
01:56
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1. It begins in the conventional – storefronts, suits, taxis, then a kind of night falls. Every glass pane in the city tunes-in to a different frequency. They're trying on their disguises. Carl Sandburg beating out syntax in the shadows, years making dead-weight - the way the tide slips out there like an uptown queen taking her clothes off. Rain falls out of boxes. Picture a mind in dialogue with vague evocations - to improvise a map, same riff, same variations, feeling a path through the mesh of it - the suspended fourth, the seventh, the augmented ninth.
2. A skeleton smoking a cigarette telling you there must be some other way out of here (he was / born with a skull in his head just like everyone else). Strung-out like a bridge, a nervous ear in yr sleep, fingers creeping over the stops & valves with a back alley hiss, Hurry up Cain you gotta murder yr brother. Kinda thing stares you in the face till one day you gouge yr own eyes out. This isn't a point-of-view, there's no perspective – a man cld close his mind & wake up under a tonne of rubble. Learn yr lesson good, you can't own the illuminated vision.
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The Rusted Door
08:36
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Castaway at a laughter party, I climbed the fire escape to the glittering hull of night sky docked on city rooftops. Sunlight seeped the seam of air and earth. A rusted door on the neighbor roof disrupted dawn. Perhaps I was some cheap champagne Prometheus that unhinged hour, but the rusted door called out like fire. Spidering across the steep roof, I reached the guttered edge. Paused at the long drop off to concrete. . What malicious, blessed dreamer pries us from our common sleep to see the secret radiance of the ordinary, and sets us groping again among rough stones? . I turned back saying it's a rusted door. Shuffled to the dying party. . Every morning, if I wake in time to watch the ancient sun flood night's floating city, I feel that door's dull burn bolted like a secret in my brain.
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Syndicate Prague, Czechia
Music for movies, chill out zones, poetic clubs. Syndicate is a Prague based jazz/ ambient/post-rock outfit indulging in
improvisation and exploration of sound.
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