Twice round the circle of fifths, this was an exercise in orchestral writing and arrangement that I did for fun. Dedicated to my dearest friend James, and in honor of the Co5ths clock he gave me.

Originally an idea for the GDP project, now in it's final form Samples from: the disgraced preacher Robert Tilton

A poem Marey Mercy wrote about the Heaven's Gate cult back in the late 90's. The Next Level Maybe it's really time to go To tail ourselves to a cosmic promise And gather like dust in celestial corners If we are nothing more than our bodies Our hearts grey packets of ash Useless as briar Does it matter what we leave behind? Or if ghosts don't scrabble from our caskets To climb some glittering stairs If all we need is a sugared assurance Something sweet to open our throats So we can swallow the same emptiness That erases everyone Then let it be an extravagant lie that blinds us Let us flicker into it ignorantly Let us have our slivered salvation To ferry us into the black velocity From which nothing escapes Not even light Let our faith belong to the stars Which are salient and brazen Unlike God Who hasn't glimmered in years Has never fallen from the sky trailing sparks from his garments Who declines to guide us And always will

Originally an idea for the GDP project, now in it's final form. Samples from: Richard Feynman, Alan Watts, Taoist monk, I Ching Lyrics: (From the I Ching) Heaven and water go their opposite ways The image of conflict Thus in all his transactions The superior man carefully considers the beginning In the middle of the earth is water The image of the army Thus the superior man Increases his masses by generosity toward the people Heaven together with fire The image of fellowship with man Thus the superior man Organizes the clans and makes distinctions between things Within the earth wood grows The image of pushing upward Thus the superior man of devoted character Heaps up small things in order to achieve something high and great Watts: You cannot catch hold of it Nor can you get rid of it In not being able to get it, you get it When you speak, it’s silent When you’re silent, it speaks

Self-indulgently jamming with the Pandemic Robots

I'm fascinated with television broadcast intrusion hacks from the pre-digital days of my childhood. This song celebrates the Southern Television broadcast hack, which you can read about here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southern_Television_broadcast_interruption See also, another favorite: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Max_Headroom_signal_hijacking Lyrics: This is the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. For many years you have seen us as lights in the skies. We speak to you now in peace and wisdom as we have done to your brothers and sisters all over this, your planet Earth. We come to warn you of the destiny of your race and your world so that you may communicate to your fellow beings the course you must take to avoid the disaster which threatens your world, and the beings on our worlds around you. This is in order that you may share in the great awakening, as the planet passes into the New Age of Aquarius. The New Age can be a time of great peace and evolution for your race, but only if your rulers are made aware of the evil forces that can overshadow their judgments. Be still now and listen, for your chance may not come again. All your weapons of evil must be removed. The time for conflict is now past and the race of which you are a part may proceed to the higher stages of its evolution if you show yourselves worthy to do this. You have but a short time to learn to live together in peace and goodwill. Small groups all over the planet are learning this, and exist to pass on the light of the dawning New Age to you all. You are free to accept or reject their teachings, but only those who learn to live in peace will pass to the higher realms of spiritual evolution. Hear now the voice of Vrillon, a representative of the Ashtar Galactic Command, speaking to you. Be aware also that there are many false prophets and guides at present operating on your world. They will suck your energy from you – the energy you call money and will put it to evil ends and give you worthless dross in return. Your inner divine self will protect you from this. You must learn to be sensitive to the voice within that can tell you what is truth, and what is confusion, chaos and untruth. Learn to listen to the voice of truth which is within you and you will lead yourselves onto the path of evolution. This is our message to our dear friends. We have watched you growing for many years as you too have watched our lights in your skies. You know now that we are here, and that there are more beings on and around your Earth than your scientists admit. We are deeply concerned about you and your path towards the light and will do all we can to help you. Have no fear, seek only to know yourselves, and live in harmony with the ways of your planet Earth. We here at the Ashtar Galactic Command thank you for your attention. We are now leaving the planes of your existence. May you be blessed by the supreme love and truth of the cosmos.

Originally an idea for the GDP project, now in it's final form. Samples from: Apollo 11 and 13 communications with Mission Control Lyrics: Light years away from today Navigator Find the path Across the mirror Quantum math Watch the way We've gone astray Light years away from today They watch and they wonder About the world we've torn asunder Light years away from today They watch

My dad bought my mom a beautiful black-lacquered music box from Japan when I was very young. I was fascinated with it, and listened to it play this melody for hours until the spring would wind down and it would need to be rewound. The words are Marey Mercy's poem about my dad. RIP Jim Cox. Lyrics: When I imagine you Leaving this world I envision the axis of the earth Tilting off-kilter Just a bit The seasons Altering to fit Into the soundless void You leave behind

I do spontaneous looping improvisations all the time for my own amusement. They are often weird, chaotic adventures that would bug most people. This one turned out kinda nice, so I decorated it a little bit in post-production and am presenting it here.

Originally an idea for the GDP project, now in it's final form. Samples from: Frank Zappa, Max Headroom, and Texas auctioneers

A modified poem by Marey Mercy Samples and reprises from: Bowie, Tilton, Feynman, Zappa, Watts, Apollo missions, Macbeth Lyrics: Joshua trees surrender Enemies in winter Coyotes howl on cue Crying for the moon Sand will turn to glass A crumpled photograph The plane banks right The world goes white Remember this Remember this The moment you embrace your nothingness