#hyaena fierling

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My albums selection for the next burning and boring week:

- Caterina Barbieri - Ecstatic Computation

- Godflesh - Crush my Soul (ep)

- Starfish Pool ‎– Kinetic

- Nine Inch Nails ‎– Pretty Hate Machine

- Joy Division ‎– Heart And Soul

- Bästard ‎– Chinatown (ep)

- Hyaena Fierling - KRN

- Tunnels Of Āh ‎– Deathless Mind

- Chaotic Bound Systems - Dissonanz

- Himukalt - Desperate Soil Grows Poor Flowers

#musical selection #caterina barbieri #godflesh #electronic music #experimental cinema #industrial metal #industrial music #starfish pool #nine inch nails #joy division #post punk #bastard #noise rock #hyaena fierling #tunnel of ah #chaotic bound systems #himukalt #noise music #free jazz

[desembocaduradelabismo]

#hyaena #fierling #hyaenafierling

[tabacariaruc]

Tabacaria // 27-11-2018 // Podcast

Gaze Campaign - Ultra-Heaven

Montserrat Caballé - Bellini: Norma (Casta Diva) (casted Melville by experiment#508)

Thought Gang - The Black Dog Runs at Night

Shotsie Gorman - Shiloh: A Requiem (April, 1862) (1982 Melville by experiment#508)

Thought Gang - A Real Indication

ZGA - We Are From The Darkness

David Yetzer - Fragments of a Lost Gnostic Poem of the Twelfth Century (fragments of a lost gnostic Melville by experiment#508)

Hyaena Fierling - Gayatri

Malaria! - Kaltes Klares Wasser

Savage Republic - Next to Nothing

Asmus Tietchens - Vocal Time

AudioPoems - Dirge (sea of Melville by experiment#508)

Godflesh - Pulp

AudioPoems - Greek Architecture (revered Melville by experiment#508)

Aphex Twin - Aussois

Chazev - Done By Chazev 10.84

Sainkho Namtchylak - Kaar Deerge

Alisson Veldhuis - The Martyr (the Melville by experiment#508)

Midnight Syndicate - Grisly Reminder

Ramleh - Redcap Part IV

Chris Connelly - Desolation Blues

Iphar Clinic - Untitled

Hyaena Fierling - Andrea Alexander

Soft Spoken Poems - Misgivings (and forgivings by experiment#508)

Sutcliffe Jügend - Kill, Kill, Kill!

Anita Lane - The Next Man That I See

#radio #music #herman melville

[secretpint]

[centipedefarmer]

Listen/download: Atonal Chemist by Hyaena Fierling

[a-crooked-stick]

1: Amour Fou 2: O Cruel Set 3: Isis by the River 4: The Sex of Osiris 5: My Grip Strong, and You I Hold 6: Horusheim 7: Espera (My Son, My Treasure)

#SoundCloud #Hyaena Fierling #isis #osiris #horus

[musicktoplayinthedark]

My albums selection for the next confined week ..stay safe , we all gonna die soon :

- Uboa ‎– The Origin Of My Depression 

- In Aeternam Vale - Masse Critique

- Stuzha ‎– Siberian Sketches Pt.II

- Hair Stylistics - Babylon Zimbabwe

- Peace Love & Pitbulls ‎– 3

- Psychic TV ‎– Force The Hand Of Chance

- Hyaena Fierling - Super Flumina Babylonis

- Eleh ‎– Living Space

- Jacques Thollot ‎– Quand Le Son Devient Aigu, Jeter La Girafe À La Mer.

- Various Artists - Shoot And Crucify 

#musical selection #covid 19 #uboa #in aeternam vale #stuzha #hair stylistics #peace love and pitbulls #psychic tv #hyaena fierling #eleh #jacques thollot #compilation #industrial music #noise music #experimental music #drone #ambient #free rock #free jazz #industrial metal #electronic music

[musicktoplayinthedark]

#hyaena fierling

[musicktoplayinthedark]

hyaena fierling, composer / improviser / writer / visual artist

https://akousmata.webs.com/

#hyaena fierling

[musicktoplayinthedark]

hyaena fierling, composer / improviser / writer / visual artist

https://akousmata.webs.com/

#hyaena fierling

[musicktoplayinthedark]

Écouter / acheter: Super Flumina Babylonis de Hyaena Fierling

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Écouter / acheter: Gül-Nasr de Hyaena Fierling

[musicktoplayinthedark]

hyaena fierling, composer / improviser / writer / visual artist

https://akousmata.webs.com/

#hyaena fierling

[musicktoplayinthedark]

hyaena fierling, composer / improviser / writer / visual artist

https://akousmata.webs.com/

#hyaena fierling

[a-crooked-stick]

well it's 5am and the coffee machine doesn't want to cooperate... I'm awake with tears in my eyes and a heartache that's legendary. since my baby threw a hissy fit and left me stranded, I'm like the South American writer... "no news from God". last night I downed two bottles of Cointreau and Bourbon and the lament of my guts is more tragic than Mary at the feet of the Holy Cross. I smash my fist across the windowpane. do more scars make any difference? the dogs around are smelling blood on my clothes and stare meekly with one eye of each colour, like the mutants they are. well, if one's a mutant, it's because one mutates... can't seem to find solace anywhere. I find my guy in everything I bump into. he's the fire in the fireplace and the air around me, the sun and moon and stars and fucking Jupiter and chemtrails, and the wall I stumble into in the dark and smash my face, he's my nosebleed and the menstruation that feels like a black hand shoved up my ladyparts, tearing my delicate insides with badly shaven claws. somewhere far from me a certain lady is sticking pins on a doll that looks like me. you're wasting your time Miss Sausage, grow a pair and fight me. and the village grave digger passes by, shovel in hand, walking towards the holy field. who died yesterday? who will be buried? I know I laid on that empty grave yesterday, till crumbs of earth fell on my face, laughing themselves at me being so tragic. well I can't help it but since my baby left, the light was kicked out of my life and all I care about is blackout binge drinking and waking face down in the gutter. the chapel was ready, I was wearing a crisp white shirt, white linen trousers, and barefoot like the humblest of virgins I lost it in the way, but who cares, when your heart is pure? but there comes the whole goddamn immature lack of responsability deal, and I'm supposed to be guilty, for decades of negative degrees of cold in the field of human affections, that were never mind in the first place but me, the provider of tender love, and affection, and sweetness, I get branded in the forehead with the scarlet letter. fuck off, this is not a complain! don't give me bullshit. I don my slinky red dress and high heel shoes and join a giant whore fight on Bad Name Road at 4am. the cops that pass by are scared of the hookers flinging shit at eachother, and me in the middle, book in hand, reading Vladimir Lenin aloud. our history is the history of the class struggle! onward comrades! and I take off my shoes and walk barefoot down Bad Name Road... and the face of my baby is in the rising sun, in every flower, and in my heart. but he doesn't want to listen, doesn't want to talk, is trapped on his ivory tower... what am I but a disgruntled bride who will grope the priest and when asked do you take this man, will reply fuck yeah! in wholeheartedness and blast into eternity with this man, love of my life and light of my days, bane of my nights, friend of my thighs, owner of my heart and all that comes attached to it. but what to do? when, oh when will he place the gold ring on my finger, say yes to me, and carry me in arms, amidst flowers, to the bedchamber? I don't know about others, but i'm faithful of the dog kind... i'm made of the stuff that goes to die over the owner's grave. i'm made of the stuff that jumps in the fucking Buchenwald train to follow my man to the death camp. wife for life, he said once. he referred to me. and over there Mrs. Isild sweeps the floor before her tavern, the village wakes up and I'm looking for the nearest gutter to fall face down until an ambulance comes. I'm used to it. in my pain, in my heartache, I fall asleep in an alcoholic coma, and the waves of relief that run through my painful limbs are the hands of my beloved running through my body, caressing me lovingly. in my mind, sadly, sadly, soon they better be real... soon they better be real.

#SoundCloud #Hyaena Fierling #heartache to heartache #long live tom waits #just fucking marry me #buongiorno principessa