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Difference Machine transmissions

радіосеріал на Gasoline Radio

«ця радіо серія стала можливістю відкрити для себе нові історії в старій музиці. перші 2 випуски цього циклу були роздумами про виживання та мотивацію в перші місяці війни зі звуками та темами, які вплинули на процес створення релізу «ніколи не змиряться». 3-й випуск спрямований у майбутнє, в новий світ, який ми будуємо тут, в Україні. 4-й випуск повертає нас у сьогодення з невблаганною хвилею смерті, яка постійно розбивається об наші береги, в той час, як ми намагаємося жити своїм життям. озираючись назад, стає зрозуміло, що ця послідовність відображає еволюцію психологічного стану, починаючи з переробки досвіду перших місяців, потім погляд у майбутнє в пошуках джерела надії, потім тверезе повернення до теперішньої жорстокої реальності. майбутнє настане ще не скоро».

епізоди створені з матеріалу, який впливає на музику проєкту Difference Machine, а також із власного матеріалу, який розвиває тематику сили, напруги, насильства, звільнення, простору, часу. очікуйте бленд з абстракту, ембієнту, психоделічного року, нойз, джаз.

 

обкладинка: KADRA.

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transmission №1

 

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єсть только одін путь для развітія россійскоґо ґосударства і народа но я вам єґо нє скажу і етот ключ у нас what’s going? oh it’s just that the world ain’t enough, and it never was for the two of us there has been so much… there has been so much… again if it ever existed, it might not need any words, statements, analyses if it ever existed, it might not need any words, statements, analyses i’m unable to address my sound my voice with words i’m unable to address my sound my voice with words might be a silence, might be a crocodile - in the air, or on the ground might be a silence, might be a crocodile - in the air, or on the ground …tomorrow… photos ? art + marketing + unreal + unsexy + mmm + we live anyway within individuals interface… is it you? or me? or us? interfaces? я не хочу бачити, те що коїться tell me, what will be done? it’s time for the babygunfire again might be a silence, might be a crocodile - in the air, or on the ground might be a silence, might be a crocodile - in the air, or on the ground gender is what’s between your ears, not between your legs gender is what’s between gender is what’s between

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transmission №2

 

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will we see tomorrow? tell me… clap your hands because you're gonna die every victim is searching for his hangman every hunter is stalking his prey victim find a victim and hang the hangman better to die as a free man than to live as a slave clap your hands because you're gonna die the white beast is in the villages dealing only in death with his soul left behind him he is the raper of women mutilator of children murderer of men unite and fight here it comes, the big wave of aggression… and it’s the way of change… there has been so much… there has been so much… again on an individual level one feels the need to create art also, an individual observer is given a responsibility might be a silence, might be a crocodile - in the air, or on the ground come, fly the teeth of the wind, share my wings come, fly the teeth of the wind, share my wings alright. let’s see what we can see… everybody online… looking good is it a sin, we were so keen to win and dream on psychonautic beam what else could revolution mean a real begin is it a sin, to eat forbidden fruits strange moods from the crudes we weren’t anymore nudes we lost the paradise we lost the roots is it a sin, to blame Germanistan is it a sin, to ignore the rules is it a sin, to keep on, keeping on not to turn, to turn to fools was it a sin, we became hardcore but what are we fighting for we don’t know it anymore ‘though we’re scared ‘bout worldwar four but we are still dancing on the shore oh, isn’t it a sin, isn’t it a sin is it a sin, to shout for PC we’re free, can fuck the rotten industry still cutting Amazonas trees they want us to go down on our knees oh, isn’t it a sin, isn’t it a sin they just don’t care if this world ends the end, my friend, the whole earth in our hands how can we ban this nonsense it is a sin, it is a sin resurrected in Germanistan sirens in the night under a dark star ants in the head, where are we going far away, so far, so far, so far… i’m unable to address my sound my voice with words might be a silence, might be a crocodile - in the air, or on the ground

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transmission №3: космос і звільнення / space and liberation

 

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there was a time when there was nothing and no one understood the sky is nothing it’s endless nothingness there’s no end to the hole in space you think the bottomless pit is in hell. you have been mistaught the bottomless pit is in the sky - an endless hole you have been taught to fear the bottomless pit, so that you would fear outer space you have been taught to fear the eternal burning fires of hell, and hell is the sun in the sky hell is an ancient name for the sun you have been taught backwards. you can never rise unless you look toward the skies communication means to forget isolation nachgiebig ist wasser und wie das wasser den strömen bezwingt, zwingen wir scheinbar hartes und beständiges zu nachgiebigkeit unnachgiebiges aggressiv bekämpfen ist kampf gegen sich selbst well here we are. looking at the same sun, from a different world endless space contains endless possibility. our planet is also a part of this. if we could find any world in outer space, why couldn't we find it here? the endless hole of outer space contains everything that exists, and everything that can exist this is not a hopeful song. this is a song of necessity we are a bridge between the worlds. through the light of the sun. in between fire and death just like space travel, finding a new world here requires lots of courage and metal this new world will be found in Ukraine. this is the moment of takeoff leave the dark, go towards that light brighter, brighter i’ve come a long way been to a city do you think you could move over? make some room for me i’ve come a long way living on illusions building delusions so much confusion you know, building delusions, so much confusion makes my mind worn people, lots of people rushing all around you but you find no one there no body’s there can you open your heart? but to whom? no one can hear nothing within, nothing within and that’s the city of no one go, go away, go back, leave go back, start over again leave the dark now you go towards that light brighter, brighter, brighter get away from this city, go back go back to the light, towards that light now it’s brighter like a place in the sun for you and me CONTACT evolving in a new light suddenly, the desert takes on all forms life, colours, and values awaken fantasy though all is changing but will remain all is the same but it has changed with passage of time adaptation to this effort to survive, grow, associate these qualities with mind, heart, body, spirit, and soul the rest in the centre of our cosmic epic not only in the sense to conform elaborate, revised sum of the natural orders and rules

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transmission №4: смерть (пляж) / death (the beach)

 

this episode uses the metaphor of the beach for a reflection on death. it begins with a dies irae - a medieval Latin hymn about the Day of Judgment sung in requiem masses - and continues exploring the relentlessness of death, as we struggle against the tide of violence constantly thrashing on our shore. it concludes with a kind of perseverance, as we continue to walk along the beach and feel the ocean breeze, with death always by our side

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l’une (l’unité) …dies irae… don’t give up don’t pull the cracks of your mind apart when everything breaks down… so tired… don't give up so choked by analyses why feed on bitterness? so tired… don't give up …the water, it keeps flowing… where are we now? on and on… into cosmic travelling… the first time i could see you was in a little town … you tried to hide you wasn’t hard to find your purposeful antennas were pointing to the sky and suddenly i realised that you were bound to die i don’t believe that you’re the one that could shelter us tonight with your… all… and self-destructive might we’ll all try to disarm you and bury you in the sand and no one will recall your dreams by the light of the rising sun …as we swim against the tide… the human beast has shed its second skin …on earth… i am everything i am nothing in the petri dish of the creator behold the twisted roots of life that in the weeds of madness wallow and through the deathlessness of death the fertile seeds of reason follow and so we came from not so far away to be with the minds of our fellow men different sides and different signs but in the end, it’s all the same walk through the forest there’s nobody near you shadows hang silent the clearing you see in it is seated a woman so lovely you stop and you wonder can such beauty be? she is the door, i the key crystal the water from hilltops on sea sing Gabriel, gods, the gates to the queen into the sunlight th’lady comes dreaming ‘round her are dancing shadows half-seen shadows half-seen, just to me her hair is spun golden her eyes full of wisdom in gossamer’s sunray she beckons to me and over the dark-cross i walk half-murmuring i am the river, you are the sea you are the sea, just for me the lawmaker studies his emblems lines on a figure a hand on a tree into his eyes comes the shadows foretelling the agony only he can see agony devised just for me wandering on a summer's day listen to the trees whispering a chant, they sway bowing to the breeze found a sea of green wheat field waves float over me closing scars of agony unsealed flying high and free and feel the wind blow silken threads, a spider webs shining in the sun swiftly slides blade to blade seems to have much fun birds chatter and singing songs answering and calls can it be they want to say there's rhythm in it all have made up my mind no longer alone never need to turn around just walk on and feel the wind blow

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