Testing the Neumann TLM 103 microphone
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Amazing sound
onacarom
Member
Make me perfume
air air
of yesterday
that mixes with today’s
with which I wrap myself
as if it were a cloak
cloak cloak
soft and warm
soft and warm
that protects me from languor
of what lies still in oblivion
of what lies still in oblivion
air
air of yesterday
make me intangible movement
dilute my shapes
make me perfume x2
take me slowly to his face
let me in his mouth and nose
I will be the aroma that I was x2
air air
of yesterday
that mixes with today’s
with which I wrap myself
as if it were a cloak
cloak cloak
soft and warm
soft and warm
that protects me from languor
of what lies still in oblivion
of what lies still in oblivion
air
air of yesterday
make me intangible movement
dilute my shapes
make me perfume x2
take me slowly to his face
let me in his mouth and nose
I will be the aroma that I was x2
onacarom
Member
The Night of the Blackbird
While I listen to the voice
of the blackbird
I look at your face
wondering
why why why
it's impossible to change past
I think of a thousand things
no clear thought
stands out
from the crowd
that stirs stirs stirs
in my mind
screaming words
that cover each others
everything could be so simple
like the games of childs
but you
have made me grave
of your dreams
and mines
we are dead and alive
under layers of time
turned into stones
over our heads
while I listen to the voice
of the blackbird
singing singing singing
to the night
to the stars
that are still what they are
inertia over inertia
like our life
While I listen to the voice
of the blackbird
I look at your face
wondering
why why why
it's impossible to change past
I think of a thousand things
no clear thought
stands out
from the crowd
that stirs stirs stirs
in my mind
screaming words
that cover each others
everything could be so simple
like the games of childs
but you
have made me grave
of your dreams
and mines
we are dead and alive
under layers of time
turned into stones
over our heads
while I listen to the voice
of the blackbird
singing singing singing
to the night
to the stars
that are still what they are
inertia over inertia
like our life
onacarom
Member
But… Hell and Heaven have no doors…?
Why do dreamers
lose their dreams
when they wake up?
there are robbers in their mirrors
Why the planets
are pursued by black holes
forced games of the unknown
This eternal role of everything
turning all living beings
into hunters
or into the food to hunt
Hell and Heaven have no doors
how to know if you go or come
among fire and wings
why why why
Why do dreamers
lose their dreams
when they wake up
there are robbers in their mirrors
Why the shadows
are alive under the ground
turning people into ghosts
This eternal role of everything
turning all living beings
into hunters
or into the food to hunt
Hell and Heaven have no doors
how to know if you go or come
among fire and wings
Why do dreamers
lose their dreams
when they wake up?
there are robbers in their mirrors
Why the planets
are pursued by black holes
forced games of the unknown
This eternal role of everything
turning all living beings
into hunters
or into the food to hunt
Hell and Heaven have no doors
how to know if you go or come
among fire and wings
why why why
Why do dreamers
lose their dreams
when they wake up
there are robbers in their mirrors
Why the shadows
are alive under the ground
turning people into ghosts
This eternal role of everything
turning all living beings
into hunters
or into the food to hunt
Hell and Heaven have no doors
how to know if you go or come
among fire and wings
onacarom
Member
Asking for Love
Life wakes up
while removing the make up of Night
sounds here and there
spread around the house
I stay still by your side
as I watch the sunshine
slowly rise up the wall
My little dove is asking for love
I caress your back softly
and I tremble tremble tremble
at the thought of a tomorrow
without me or without you
I hug you tightly
I sink into your warmth
and in your breath
nothing else matter but this
and I stay listening to the dove
humming in my mind
her love song
Life wakes up
while removing the make up of Night
sounds here and there
spread around the house
I stay still by your side
as I watch the sunshine
slowly rise up the wall
My little dove is asking for love
I caress your back softly
and I tremble tremble tremble
at the thought of a tomorrow
without me or without you
I hug you tightly
I sink into your warmth
and in your breath
nothing else matter but this
and I stay listening to the dove
humming in my mind
her love song
onacarom
Member
Caresses kept in shyness
Raindrops undulate
the clouds and the sky caught in the puddles
under a dancing fog
that goes and comes around my soul
Memories are not enough
to paint my life
truth and lie talk to each other
inside all the past' drawers
Today I am lost in my landscape
looking for my shadow
to tie her to my feet and follow my way
Moments of many sides
steps on the edge of a knife
doors and roads lost in oblivion
thoughts and whispers
going to light or to perdition
Flowers for love and death
numbers that do not serve
everything is the way
the way the way the way
in my landscape
Today I am lost in my landscape
looking for my shadow
to tie her to my feet and follow my way
through ny landscape
my steps they go away
I have to follow them
pick up bitter things that prepare palate for any sweet
laughter in the air for no reason
dreams that perched on elusive shadows
caresses kept in shyness
everything that slipped through the cracks of each day
Raindrops undulate
the clouds and the sky caught in the puddles
under a dancing fog
that goes and comes around my soul
Memories are not enough
to paint my life
truth and lie talk to each other
inside all the past' drawers
Today I am lost in my landscape
looking for my shadow
to tie her to my feet and follow my way
Moments of many sides
steps on the edge of a knife
doors and roads lost in oblivion
thoughts and whispers
going to light or to perdition
Flowers for love and death
numbers that do not serve
everything is the way
the way the way the way
in my landscape
Today I am lost in my landscape
looking for my shadow
to tie her to my feet and follow my way
through ny landscape
my steps they go away
I have to follow them
pick up bitter things that prepare palate for any sweet
laughter in the air for no reason
dreams that perched on elusive shadows
caresses kept in shyness
everything that slipped through the cracks of each day