That picture along with this music makes me feel what it would be like to find myself on an alien planet where I am the only human--perhaps the only sentient being.
Amazing, this puts me in a head space where it all seems to make sense, for a little while. I realize that I'm just floating on a big rock, through vast spaces of nothing, going nowhere......I like it.
Британскому музыканту Брайану Уильямсу так сильно понравился фильм «Сталкер» (1979г.), что в 1995 году он вместе с Робертом Ричем выпустил альбом «Сталкер». Мне и фильм нравится, гениальный просто и музыка эта.
Standing on an island in the middle of a massive alien swamp. No reason, no purpose, no concern. I'm just standing there and that's it. It's a 2 dimensional experience, yet incredibly enjoyable.
This relaxes me so much. It's one of those track that is so good that I find myself going back to it over and over again. I never forget it. Not for very long. It must strike a deep chord somehow.
Beached, ashore the lapis jewel. Time comes undone; how it does drift. A stark sunyata, endless pool. Cogs of the mind contort and shift. Gulping, drawing sickly air, The stars like husks dim in the sky. "Hello, is there someone there?" But no solace, no reply.
I take it this is a star traveler -lost in space or shipwrecked. Interesting especially term sunyata used with endless pool. Quite a vision. What does stars like husk mean? Nice imagery.
I'm glad you like it, thanks man. Here's an explanation if you're curious: In brief, I wrote this during a lonely, dissociative period while listening to this song; the experience to me was very similar to being shipwrecked, consciousness overall and the experience of being paralysed from the head down similar to being trapped on a small island of dirt in a vast ocean of nothing. Again, Sunyata relates to this, a difficult to translate concept suggesting "emptiness" and being at one with ultimate objectivity in the meaningless of everything, but in this case an inverted, painful realisation rather than the liberating one Buddhism describes. The fourth line then, portrays how this experience slowly degrades the mind over time as the brain and body (the machine in which the cogs reside) adapt - also known as neuroplasticity - to the experience of existing in auto-pilot and how living deteriorates. A husk is an empty shell of something, so the metaphor would be that the stars have gone out and are shells of what they once were, like corpses dimly lighting the sky. A testament to the inevitability of the progression of time and how we will all go the same way, even the stars.
Even the stars fade. Very good capture. Me, I like to plug into this kind of music now and then but find I also have to unplug. It's the magic of it. I suppose one acquires a taste for it somewhat like desiring a horror flick. The mood is "The world is going to Hell". The music seems to promote the reality of it. The feel of it. I write just for the fun of it. In my poetry I also like to play upon the morality/spiritual aspect and the sense of doom. Kind of emo-isk style I think. I sometimes think that I do this like taking a mental dump. Once I am done with the thought it sort of disappears. Helps me I think. So much is soo fascinating today. It reminds me of what that guy on the Bruce Willis movie of the "Hero" who tries to drill a hole in asteroid. He says it's like a "Greek tragedy". Soo many problems. Each problem like a bouncing marble that if escapes could be disaster. But somebody tossed a whole bowl of them on the floor and their just bouncing everywhere. I feel stunned and mesmerized by all the bouncing marbles.
this record on acid (or whatever state you want to enjoy it in) is superb.. was about 15 yo early stages of internet /I think yt existed of course), tower computer, a separate room in my house and I was playing this for whatever reason, I could still hear my family moving around and talking, feeling bliss but also and underlying wonder and fear, great album
I hear a ghost crying in the distance, somewhere out of view. But Lord this burning sadness in my chest, please tell me what to do. "What a mess I have made of my life!" the angry ghost did scream. Was that me? (I ask myself) Or someone in my dreams? A single tear rolled down my cheek, just to tell it's point of view.The tear trembled as it said to me "The Lord has departed this time forever, nothing you can do." Awake me now tear I beckoned, from this thing you put inside my head. Tell me now right away, Am I already dead?. One more time the tear had spoke as it dried upon my cheek."Your not dead but dead to dreams, and I've had all of you I can take." The human side of me, so rational, still trying hard to explain. But upon the realization came a clinging thought, only time remains. Yes, I hear the river roaring louder and louder, calling out my name.It is Hell this eternal empty river.It is worse than any pain. For even fire would be as pleasure, for fire it gives a light. For the empty has the greatest fear of eternal night. For even pain would be as pleasure. At least to sense that you are here. For the empty leaves you paralyzed in eternal fear. For even demons would be of company, though they may scream in pain. For the empty is to reach out into nothing, again and again, and again. As darkness does destroy. As it caves within the soul. As to crush you into nothing. As to be nothing at all. This river of the eternal empty, I had faced before. The merciful Lord had scooped me up and set me upon his shore. Yes, I was grateful..! Yes, I did try..! Yes, I loved the Lord. For a while as I got by. But I am here, so here I am. I am a failure, once again. In the river of the empty I see my fate to swim. Too far now is back to safety. Count down of forever, soon begin.
Hey I´m searching for a Lustmord track which name I dont´ remember. There was a video on yt of it with only pictures from Tschernobyl. I´ve already searched for the video with different keywords but couldn´t find it. Perhaps it´s removed from yt. The track has a long build up and is straight dark ambient without beat.
Am I here? Am I there, I am everywhere, i am Bimbo numulus the 3rd, she said as the crazy moths ate their poo whilst sitting on the loo And staring at their shoe, behold he said........My lovely horse, running through the field Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind? I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist My lovely horse, you're a pony no more Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night... . about to drown our pygme tupperware!!!!
Can't un-see. Blurred is the vision of the willful ignorant, with my angry thoughts of recompense. How it filled my heart back then with weighted anger, for that faithless evil wretch. Clear now is my vision of shame, as regret comes from what looms. Regret it festers from mortal stains, -sins that can't be consumed. Blood gurgled from her neck, as it foamed falling down. A vision I never will forget. A vision Hell bound. Only a glance was the mortal sting. The glance it was my death. Nothing could ever resurrect me again. No Heaven or Earth attest. Now the deed has gone long silent, except for the repetition (guilty mind). That stinging mortal stain does remind me. So unkind. So unkind. Guilty must stand in the silent experience. Guilty must then proceed. Guilty must face the new reality. Guilty shameful deed. What will become of tomorrow, from that deep mortal slice in the ground? I still feel her eyes in the angry soil, cursing me without a sound. Yes, it was me. Yes, I lost my mind. So unkind. So unkind.
Anas Shahid It is a fictional confession of a man who murdered his faithless wife and the guilt that consumes him. Can't un-see is his realization of spiritual death.
Музыка идеально описывают атмосферу S.T.A.L.K.E.R. Шедевр 1995 года!
Del videojuego o de la película?
@@cordovarodolfo6542 suitable for both
That picture along with this music makes me feel what it would be like to find myself on an alien planet where I am the only human--perhaps the only sentient being.
+DiGiTaLdAzEDM That may soon become reality my friend
+David Z
at least there is music
+Spleen and Ideal Isn't that a movie?
What do u prefer, being alone in a unknown planet, or join Extraterrestrial-Bestiality?
So summer is gone,
Leaving no epitaph.
It's still warm warm in the sun,
Only that's not enough.
That's actually the sound of mine inside. Great track!!
AMAZING
Amazing, this puts me in a head space where it all seems to make sense, for a little while. I realize that I'm just floating on a big rock, through vast spaces of nothing, going nowhere......I like it.
Британскому музыканту Брайану Уильямсу так сильно понравился фильм «Сталкер» (1979г.), что в 1995 году он вместе с Робертом Ричем выпустил альбом «Сталкер».
Мне и фильм нравится, гениальный просто и музыка эта.
The Strugatsky brothers would be proud.
Very stalkerish .reminds me when ur in the mind scorcher complex
Omg I LOVE THIS!!!! I've always wanted a scary dark deep genre and I've found it. Thank you. I'm really enjoying this. 😁
try schloss tegal if you like this
Che Sun Ra li possa illuminare!!!
sublime!
A nu cheeki breeki iv damke!!!
Standing on an island in the middle of a massive alien swamp. No reason, no purpose, no concern. I'm just standing there and that's it. It's a 2 dimensional experience, yet incredibly enjoyable.
My cheekie is breekie, watching this video
This relaxes me so much. It's one of those track that is so good that I find myself going back to it over and over again. I never forget it. Not for very long. It must strike a deep chord somehow.
Listen to the whole album, it's like a Pink Floyd album in that it can be played as one very long track.
Beached, ashore the lapis jewel.
Time comes undone; how it does drift.
A stark sunyata, endless pool.
Cogs of the mind contort and shift.
Gulping, drawing sickly air,
The stars like husks dim in the sky.
"Hello, is there someone there?"
But no solace, no reply.
I take it this is a star traveler -lost in space or shipwrecked. Interesting especially term sunyata used with endless pool. Quite a vision. What does stars like husk mean? Nice imagery.
I'm glad you like it, thanks man. Here's an explanation if you're curious:
In brief, I wrote this during a lonely, dissociative period while listening to this song; the experience to me was very similar to being shipwrecked, consciousness overall and the experience of being paralysed from the head down similar to being trapped on a small island of dirt in a vast ocean of nothing.
Again, Sunyata relates to this, a difficult to translate concept suggesting "emptiness" and being at one with ultimate objectivity in the meaningless of everything, but in this case an inverted, painful realisation rather than the liberating one Buddhism describes.
The fourth line then, portrays how this experience slowly degrades the mind over time as the brain and body (the machine in which the cogs reside) adapt - also known as neuroplasticity - to the experience of existing in auto-pilot and how living deteriorates.
A husk is an empty shell of something, so the metaphor would be that the stars have gone out and are shells of what they once were, like corpses dimly lighting the sky. A testament to the inevitability of the progression of time and how we will all go the same way, even the stars.
Even the stars fade. Very good capture. Me, I like to plug into this kind of music now and then but find I also have to unplug.
It's the magic of it. I suppose one acquires a taste for it somewhat like desiring a horror flick. The mood is "The world is going to Hell". The music seems to promote the reality of it. The feel of it.
I write just for the fun of it. In my poetry I also like to play upon the morality/spiritual aspect and the sense of doom. Kind of emo-isk style I think. I sometimes think that I do this like taking a mental dump. Once I am done with the thought it sort of disappears. Helps me I think.
So much is soo fascinating today. It reminds me of what that guy on the Bruce Willis movie of the "Hero" who tries to drill a hole in asteroid. He says it's like a "Greek tragedy".
Soo many problems. Each problem like a bouncing marble that if escapes could be disaster. But somebody tossed a whole bowl of them on the floor and their just bouncing everywhere.
I feel stunned and mesmerized by all the bouncing marbles.
Sonidos como estos para mi son ambient-electroacustica.preciosos 🌏🌎🌍📢📣🎹🎼🔊🎧
The woods are lovely dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Miles to go before I sleep.
Water drops. Full Metal Jacket comes to mind...
this record on acid (or whatever state you want to enjoy it in) is superb.. was about 15 yo early stages of internet /I think yt existed of course), tower computer, a separate room in my house and I was playing this for whatever reason, I could still hear my family moving around and talking, feeling bliss but also and underlying wonder and fear, great album
If you turn this up loud enough you'll shit your pants
Fuck that is dark ... I love it.
very depressed..! i like it:)
I hear a ghost crying in the distance, somewhere out of view. But Lord this burning sadness in my chest, please tell me what to do.
"What a mess I have made of my life!" the angry ghost did scream. Was that me? (I ask myself) Or someone in my dreams?
A single tear rolled down my cheek, just to tell it's point of view.The tear trembled as it said to me "The Lord has departed this time forever, nothing you can do."
Awake me now tear I beckoned, from this thing you put inside my head.
Tell me now right away, Am I already dead?.
One more time the tear had spoke as it dried upon my cheek."Your not dead but dead to dreams, and I've had all of you I can take."
The human side of me, so rational, still trying hard to explain. But upon the realization came a clinging thought, only time remains.
Yes, I hear the river roaring louder and louder, calling out my name.It is Hell this eternal empty river.It is worse than any pain.
For even fire would be as pleasure, for fire it gives a light.
For the empty has the greatest fear of eternal night.
For even pain would be as pleasure. At least to sense that you are here.
For the empty leaves you paralyzed in eternal fear.
For even demons would be of company, though they may scream in pain.
For the empty is to reach out into nothing, again
and again, and again.
As darkness does destroy.
As it caves within the soul.
As to crush you into nothing.
As to be nothing at all.
This river of the eternal empty, I had faced before.
The merciful Lord had scooped me up and set me upon his shore.
Yes, I was grateful..!
Yes, I did try..!
Yes, I loved the Lord.
For a while as I got by.
But I am here, so here I am. I am a failure, once again.
In the river of the empty I see my fate to swim.
Too far now is back to safety.
Count down of forever, soon begin.
+RJSoftware2000 deep
+RJSoftware2000 you copy paste this crap for all of his songs? cuz i just saw it in another video ... lame
RJSoftware2000 how beautiful it´is, you dont have a book or something? i like the way you writte :)
RJSoftware2000 that´s exactly the kind of writting i like, i´m deep in teology and ocultism things, i love your poem, thank you.
Reading "Fall Of Cthulhu Omnibus" to this is amazing!
SUPERANDO INCLUSIVE AL LEGENDARIO PROYECTO DE "AMBIENT" FORMADO x #BianEno + #BillLaswell = AXIOM
LUSTMORD + RICH .... RULESSSS #DarkAmbient :-)
A slow breathing in the cold
+Tom T in the cold dark
a slow farting in the cold
I have lustmords first LP signed....
Melancholy
6 people got bad nightmares from this
there's no way this was produced in 1995. can literally hear Haxan Cloak's sound in this one song
ЗА ПРЕДЕЛАМИ СФЕР 🌌
The city of R'lyeh
click l while youre wathcing this..spooky
Finally found the same version for purchase:
heartsofspacerecords.bandcamp.com/track/synergistic-perceptions
Hey I´m searching for a Lustmord track which name I dont´ remember. There was a video on yt of it with only pictures from Tschernobyl. I´ve already searched for the video with different keywords but couldn´t find it. Perhaps it´s removed from yt. The track has a long build up and is straight dark ambient without beat.
What are the kinda screams at the middle-end of the song? It reminds me of a hungry cat meowing lmao
Am I here? Am I there, I am everywhere, i am Bimbo numulus the 3rd, she said as the crazy moths ate their poo
whilst sitting on the loo
And staring at their shoe, behold he said........My lovely horse, running through the field
Where are you going, with your fetlocks blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with sugar lumps, and ride you over fences
Polish your hooves every single day, and bring you to the horse dentist
My lovely horse, you're a pony no more
Running around with a man on your back, like a train in the night... . about to drown our pygme tupperware!!!!
Interesting and very different. I didn't get the Tupperware part.
Can't un-see.
Blurred is the vision of the willful ignorant,
with my angry thoughts of recompense.
How it filled my heart back then with weighted anger,
for that faithless evil wretch.
Clear now is my vision of shame,
as regret comes from what looms.
Regret it festers from mortal stains,
-sins that can't be consumed.
Blood gurgled from her neck, as it foamed falling down.
A vision I never will forget. A vision Hell bound.
Only a glance was the mortal sting.
The glance it was my death.
Nothing could ever resurrect me again.
No Heaven or Earth attest.
Now the deed has gone long silent,
except for the repetition (guilty mind).
That stinging mortal stain does remind me.
So unkind.
So unkind.
Guilty must stand in the silent experience.
Guilty must then proceed.
Guilty must face the new reality.
Guilty shameful deed.
What will become of tomorrow,
from that deep mortal slice in the ground?
I still feel her eyes in the angry soil,
cursing me without a sound.
Yes, it was me.
Yes, I lost my mind.
So unkind.
So unkind.
what does this mean?
Anas Shahid It is a fictional confession of a man who murdered his faithless wife and the guilt that consumes him. Can't un-see is his realization of spiritual death.
Its beautiful
эту муть только перед сном слушать чтоб отключило
One person is using reverse psychology