After centuries of cultivationThe beauty of this land
still bites and stings
and retires to brownish golden last sighs...
I clutched so not to tumble back
I clutched in deep rooted attempt
to take root
The base of the song is a recording of a city park in Tehran at midnight, recorded by Vahid Sadjadi. Using Akira Rabelais's Argeïphontes Lyre program it is mutated, meshed, mixed with a recording I made of the Magnetosphere in Joshua Tree Desert at dawn...the dawn chorus. The rest was shaped and molded to follow and play with the lament of the children’s stretched swings and calls and midnight passes and they grow old.
Fall Leave Tumble Song (06:42)
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