microphones in the trees: starcircleanatomy
Showing posts with label starcircleanatomy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label starcircleanatomy. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

blooOsol

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"intento recomponerme a mí mismo.
para conseguirlo tendré que ir de aquí para allá
buscando los fragmentos de mi ser."
kafka tamura
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1 : atlantica • olivier capparos & lionel marchetti
2 : moons and cattails • linda perhacs
3 : wet palm trees • highlife
4 : untuk ajah dan ibu • koes bersaudara
5 : dandelion • kesang marstrand
6 : jesus on the mainline • james shorter, viola james and the independence congregation
7 : dd6021208 • starcircleanatomy
8 : after love • windsor for the derby
9 : down wildwood i • nautilus
10 : lily • nalle
11 : going back to the nineties • the feeling of love
12 : todo ha terminado • los rebeldes del rock
13 : caminito • hombre hambre
14 : ife ife ife • donato epiro
15 : in the morning • michael hurley
16 : cup of fish • aloonaluna
17 : traveler's advisory • mathew young
18 : flowers made of winter • sproatly smith
19 : singing image of heat waves • greg davis

::: HEAR :::

fotola: el nejo

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

starcircleanatomy

"it's fucked up; it's a rainbow is a tape of some of the songs izaak wrote in 2008. they are kind of about how going away can show you new stuff but won't really fix anything that's wrong or weird and how that all works out. 9 tracks: some sung songs and some weird sounds. about half and half" ace of tapes

"...i am the child of two computers and cannot feel. born into weakness, not knowing that i might live forever, tapping the rhythms of a dry, dead america, singing the empty songs of protest against it, charting the stars above its lighted plain, making my own stories in that dark escape, hoping to find a voice up there, somebody to tell me that i could be more than my mind lets me. not my mind really. it's something else that thinks for me, pilots my mouth and my hands, something in everyone i know that owns me and them together, a slick aggregate of experience and fashion and the points where our bodies touch and when our words meet in the air and someone understands what i meant. i feel it when i breathe alone. i feel it through and decide it isn't real..." izaak starcircleanatomy

foto: jess gough