Music | Wings Of An Angel

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Sorry, Bandcamp no longer supports the version of Internet Explorer that you're using (7.0). Please upgrade your browser to the latest version and try again. Call The Emergency Hotline Before You Surrender To Combating Extracurricular Bodies With Solar Smoke Only Doomjazz Aficionados Could Wish That This Year Would Never End Let Coronavirus Win Because We Are The Real Virus In This Ecosystem You May As Well Keep On Running From Your Worst Enemy, Which Is Yourself Looking At The World From Within A Veil Of Lackadaisical Emptiness The Zero Point Energy Of Artificially Induced Altered States Of Consciousness If Everybody Had At Least One Personal Holocaust, Then We Would Have Been Much More Tolerant One Towards Another s Fragility Your Music Makes Me Cry And I Swim In It Like A Juggler On A Thin Rope; All The Stress And Fear Of Losing The Single Soul In Me That Seeks A Savior, Fades Thru The Notes And Saves Me From The Shallow Waters. This Is Certainly Not A Title, But An Emotion, Which Paints Your Music With Intimate Colors Don t Try To Stop The Spread Of False Information: The Incredibly Mind-Boggling Narrative Of The Deep-Fake Art Magister As Much As We May Try Not To Engage In Adharma, Life Is Full Of Tough Choices And Sometimes You Act To The Best Of Your Understanding, But Still Fail To Maintain Dharmic Principles And Ethics In Your Deeds Buy Me More Poisoned Candy: Orchestral Drones For Classic Predators Vol.1 Cognition Alone Doesn t Promise Welfare And Life Satisfaction The Zen Of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems Vol​​​​​​.​​​​​​9 It s Dangerous To Try To Be Happy Or Enjoy The Ambition Of The Freedom Of Expression Poverty, Similarly To Opulence, Is Not Measured By The Scarcity Or Superfluity Of Material Goods Or Instrumental Wealth, But By The Nobility Of One s Spirit Or Lack Thereof Charisma Is Measured By The Amount Of Good Deeds One Does, Not By How Many Times One Screams And Forces Him/Herself On You Achievement Oriented Lifestyles Outgrow The Particular Conditions Needed For Self-Absorption Even In The Deepest Darkness, Flowers Do Grow Out Of The Void He Who Had Been Lost Once, Is Doomed To Revolve Around His Own Persona Non Grata Forever Cherish Those Little Moments Of Ephemeral Togetherness The Zen Of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems Vol​​​​​​.​​​​​​8 To Raise Your Low Self-Esteem, You Must Fight Your Demons In The Wilderness Still Hiding In Spite Of Accountable Evidences Of An Active Imagination Now I Do Not Know Whether I Am A Man Dreaming I Was A Butterfly, Or Whether I Am Now A Butterfly, Dreaming I Am A Man Decide To Take A Deeper Breath To Expose Your Most Revealing Place Nowhere Could I Find The Lost Artifacts Of My Sense Of Belonging The Zen Of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems Vol​​​​​.​​​​​7 Sophisticated Body Language Mimics Metaphysical Resilience Reclaim Your Intrinsic Nature Before It Claims You Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor Afterthoughts Devoided Of Fanfares And Mystically Converted Loopholes Forests Are Our Precious Friends That Love Us Unconditionally The Healing Feeling Of Walking Aimlessly Through The Dense Auras Of Subterranean Parking Lots The New Book Of The Dead: What Happens After Successful Martyrdom? Beautiful Bodies Just Like Allegedly Beautiful Concepts Are Nothing More Than Porcelain Desktops For Your Chic Ideologies Each Life Journey Necessarily Resembles A Snake-Like Serpentine, So Don t Try To Trick Your Karma As There Are No Easy Shortcuts Ahead Objectify The Love You Couldn’t Share In Our Previous Lifetime (An Ambient Funeral Doom Fairytale About Unattainable Or Unrequited Love Which Becomes In-Due-Time A Black Hole In The Protagonist s Haunted Psychic Forest) Too Many People Hold Opinions About Someone Else s Supposedly Bad Conscience As A Metaphor For Their Own Arrogance I Smoke The Unseen Body Partitions Of All You Who Live Inside The Caudex The Insensate Monsters We Are Without Self-Reflection Ambient Isn t A Genre, It s A Lifestyle Of Slowing Oneself Down, Until You Become That Single Unrecoverable Atom That Once Was The Potential For Conscious Life The Zen Of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems Vol​​​​​.​​​​​6 Forced To Stay With A Dry Cry And Unbearable Letters In My Head, Which I ve Never Really Written Seeing The Other Side Of Love Under The Influence Of Poisoned Mushrooms The Zen Of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems Vol​​​​.​​​​5 We Mustn t Consent To Live Homogeneously Without Differences In Color, Gender And Sexual Orientation - Because Variance Makes This World So Beautiful Creating Remarkably Experimental Mental Illness Capabilities For A Future Space Race The Soul Is A Counterbalance Of The Counter-Intersectionality Of Probability Promises Of Quiet Winters In The Solitude Of A Faraway Russian Village Look For The Best View Within Yourself Before You Give Up On Your Unique Individuality And Become A Blue-Collar Clone The Zen Of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems Vol​​​.​​​4 Failed To Revive Mother Nature s Forward-Thinking Zombies A Fool Is The Pupil Who Gives His Donkey His Chin For He Will Get Bread The Zen Of Drone: Simply Beautiful Drone Poems Vol​​.​​3 A More Or Less Low-Key Feeling Of Bittersweet Melancholia Performing An Avant-Garde Ballet Based On The Vague Memories Of My Birth Create Your Inner Child While Rediscovering Your Essence All Over Again Learning From Your Own Destiny Is Uncomfortable, Unless You Wear Special Glasses Scared Little Human Travels To The End Of Time On The Back Of A Blight Organism You Can Never Deny The Inbuilt Spiritual Attachment To The Place You Were Born At, Therefore Immigration Is Merely An Artificial Mirage Created By Circumstances Beyond Your Control; For Your Soul Dies Not At Your Burial Grounds, But Where It Belongs, That Is The Location Of Its Formation Into Being Hereditary Modifications And Infinitely Complex Beasts It s Haunting To Ponder How Many Worlds Like Ours Existed, Exist And Will Exist While The Human Body Wins Over Its Conscious Administration Just As Fairytales Are The Failures Of Reality, An Open Mind Can Be As Pretty As A Lie For The Masses As If We Had Discovered Yesterday That The Earth Is Round And Have Not Yet Discovered That Water Is Seeping Into The Rock Any Object Can Exist In Any Space Without Any Interest, Resistible To Betrayal By The Origin Of Certainty The Weirder You Become, The More Intrinsic Value You Have For Villain Gods Honey, Darkness Cannot Prevail Unless You Nurture It Well Choose A Guru With A Life Outside The Scope Of Spirituality, Not Someone Who Has No Awareness Of Your Own Inevitable Mortality An Obvious Paradox Distancing Oneself From Unobserved Dreams Shutting The Measureless Gaps Between Memories Everlasting Matter And The Inherent Spirituality Of Nostalgic Longings We re The Children Of Viruses, As We Continue To Undergo Replication, Some Of Us Even Experience Pasteurization Being Friends With Anybody Other Than Yourself May Often Feel Like Selling Out For The Lowest Prize Immersing Oneself Into A Trance Induced By Drones Is The Ancient Ritual Of Self-Healing Via Transpersonal Introspection, Bypassing The Intellect And Selfhood We Don t Need Another Queen Of England, We Need A Sado-Queen To Help Us Become More Vulnerable Dark Artists Only Draw Foolproof Caricatures Of The Nonsensical Utopian Hell They Selfishly Envision, Hence, To Stay Focused On The Diligent Path Of Self-Improvement, You Mustn t Fall Into The Bloody Vicious Circle Of Their Addicting Phantom Magic Nurtured Umber Blueberries ( When You Are In A West End Town In A Dead End World ) Chaotic Nihilism Is How This Deep State Universe Operates Underneath The Layers Of Apparent Self-Functionality In Conjunction With Natural Premises Of Trivial Grandeur Humanity Is An Attempt To Construct Order Out Of The Trauma Of Physical Space Deny Everything But Beauty From Entering Your Body-Mind-And-Soul If You Profit On Your Role Models, Make Sure You Don t Have Faith In Demons How Can We Make Peace With Those Who Claim To Love Death More Than Life; The Only Solution Is Launching A Campaign For An All-Embracing Love Jihad! Shock Can Be Beautiful Like Your Eyes After An Eternal Sleep The Only Method Of Which You Can Fully Become A Part Of Computer Learning Is Through Humanism Temptation Could Have Offered Us More Than Her Demigod s Flesh The Fact That You re On The Right Side Of History, Doesn t Necessarily Mean That You re Not Diseased Faith Is Our Attempt At Getting To The Bottom Of The Power Of Life On Earth, Too Bad We Fail Time After Time, Aeon After Aeon Human Thought Is Just A Discourse Between The Emptiness Of Physical Space And The Intrinsic Friction Of Nothingness That Instance When An Impotent Poet Discovers His Tongue Justice To Crooked Cyclones! Justice To Crotched Foreclosures! The Devil Situates Joyrides Now, So Beautifully Sleepy, So Profoundly Antipodal, Gliding Among Restrains And Trowels, Misquotations And Whacky Drinking Mollycoddles, Hence, Morph Your Jibing Astral Flesh Into Tears And Insurgent Windfalls I Have Full Faith In The Strange Zany Lips You Paint On Your Heart Most Fair Earth To Dig Up High And Become A Mountain Or A Cabinetwork Clip, Drink These Cowsheds Off Without Washed Revolted Foal I Make No Sublimation Claims As I Drag Royal Sweeteners And Cocky Rhinos To A Gunpoint Millpond Pit, Where Obligational Figs Meet The Cosmic Spider, You re Its Lyncher and Pigskin Basic Dyes Are Separated In A Similar Way To How Thoughts Mix,So New Beautiful Shades Are Created But They Diminish The Vital Boundary For The Person To Hold On To; That Very Sense Of Momentary Release Expresses Itself In Fear Instability As A Result Facilitates An Endless Quest For Stability Hollow Flakes Crash So Silently On Rust-Saturated Walls, Mute Pain Penetrates Like A Blunt Knife, Bewitched By An Inexistent God And The Neurotic Melancholia Of Our Indispensable Fire Wings Ghost And Spirit Stories Give Me A Bit Of Comfort In Knowing That There Is Something After This Life And That My Dearest Beloved Souls Are Doing Well In The Hereafter While They re Waiting For My Own Hourglass To Empty Off Full Of A Never Wavering Will For Further Earthly Births - With A Freedom From Pride, Passion, Put On The Helm Of Wisdom, Rent None, Scorn None; Rejoice Or Be A Noble Sage, Be My Lower Self, Freed From Whoever Ate His Abandoned Desires With The Majestic Potency Of All The Sadhus From The Kumbh Mela The Medieval Master Art Mutant Is Creating A Clone In His Image Walking Down The Street After A One Night Stand With The Shadow Of God The Steam Roller I Built For Grasshoppers Inside Sweeney Todd s Cutting Edge Barbershop Acrimonious (An Ode To The Scent Of Unfulfilled Friendships) If You Trust A Mystic, You Will Surely Become A Cystic Statistic Delusion Has Dispersed The Ego Whose Passions Are Transient And Formless Listen To Other Music Because Ambient Is Not Timeless, Is It Now? In Today s World, If You Aren t A Very Important Person To Begin With, You Are Labeled And Stigmatized As A Loser And Doomed To Be Irrelevant Like An Untitled Piece Of Music Never Let The Things You Obey Get In The Way Of The Things You re Honest About Watch My Lifeblood With Your Naked Eye Or Swallow Ahmadinejad s Rocket Dye In Light Of The Recent Worldwide Circumstances, There s No Spare Time To Waste On Listening To Amateur Music, You Definitely Owe Yourself To Buddha-ize Yourself With Holistic Drones, Approved By The FDA If You Are Dreaming About The Absolute, You Were Meant To Live For Things That No One Else Wants To Live For... Odysseys Of An Idling Polar Sun (Musical Diary Of My Spiritual Journey To The Ukraine, Oct 2017) As A King Without A Kingdom, I Must Finalize The Havoc I ve Started Because Of Your Pretense, So While I m Looking At The World Without Participating In It, Looking Past The Known And Explored History Of The Arts, My Message Is Don t Create Anything Unless It Will Become Timeless Prepare For The Moment When The Ground Will Crash Under Your Feet Let’s Plan The Best Suicide Attempt For Western Civilization We re An Unexplored Universe In A Parallel Cosmic Infinity The Idyllic Innocence Of Childhood That Lonesome Memories Coat With Mahogany Soot The Groping Shadows Of A Parasite God Soaking In Distant Watermarks Return While One Prodigious Lightweight Proof Replaces The Brass In Your Docile Instrument A Spectacular Dawn Blinds My Eyes And Again I Stand On The Summit. Last Bow In Honor Of My Youth. How History Repeats Itself. And The Aches Of The Past Stab Me. The Disposable Events Of A Life That Cannot Rewind. I Remember My Childhood, Dreams That Are Too Far Away. Why Must It Be So Sad To Die? With Cockiness Do I Warn World-Weary Deities, Teaching Myself In The Course To Be Courteously Carefree, Dee! Dee! Bridgewater! Biblical Mourning Verses, Hence, Proudly Project Anxious Molten Loops, So Don t Be Such A Simpleton, Let s Vote For An Earthly Workday Forever, Shall We? If You re Dead Bones – What Does It Change To You Whether You Are Known Or Not? After You Dump Me Into The Cold Grave, No Legacy Will Survive Past Me Pause Play (Memoirs Of Russian Spiritual Landscapes, Aug 2016) Decomposition Of All Frontal Lobe Activity Promotes Post-Violent Shanti A Virgin Grim Reaper Reconstructs His Seventy Two Past Lives My Sweetest Darkness (Or Why I Wear My Abstract Scapular When I Dance Zeibekiko) Tabula Rasa: Two Schizoid Episodes From A Life Never Lived Rest In Peace (A Soundtrack For Irreversible Relaxation) The Bawdy Monkey Business Of Interactive Interconnectedness In This Morbid Dream, I Had A Direct Encounter With A Slow Motion Dissolution Into Nonexistence The Tall Tales That Sly Demons Whisper Around The Fire Camp In My Darkest Dreams (night diary of a poète maudit in earthly exile) Princess Of The Nile Returning From Manhunt In Honor Of Her Particular Religion Of Peace Blackjack, Hipbone Or Recreational Dogging Aside, I Believe I Can Fly, Telltale, Bronze, Abstractions During The Happy Hour, We Were All Conceived As Happy Accidents, Like Lancelets In The Slaughterhouse Howdy Mr Blobby, Did You Drink Your Super Milk Today? (Childhood Fantasies Mercilessly Deflated) I Am A Heaven And A Controversial Authority On One World (Euphoric Ambient Anthology) In The Slaughter Fields Of My Fragile Human Heart (Requiem For An Anonymous Genius) The Master Thief Who Stole Your Lucid Dreams (A Retrospective Anthology Of My Early Sample-Based Creative Work) Wings of Flight Volume 4 (The Alternative And Extended Versions) Wings Of An Angel Scott Lawlor Defining Gravity For Beginners Wings Of An Angel Scott Lawlor To Be Exotic, You First Marry A Neurotic Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor The Unexplainable Is Only Possible In Light Of Missed Opportunities Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor The Future Is Just Another Term For Where Dreams Go To Die Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor Don t Mask Your Face Behind Someone Else s Success Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor Lo And Behold Ye Confirmed Minister Of War, The Olympian Falcon, Galloping Away Like A Humiliated Homer, You Were The Perfect Ripper In The Backdoors Of London, Before You Had Found Your Forepleasures In The Subdefinitions Of The Prowling, Censorious, Nutcrackers Of The Kitchen Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor American Cultural Colonialism Is Like A Cyclone Of Gorilla Contraceptives Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor Brahma And His Sacrificial Helm Of Bygone Errors Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor There s Always A Last Chance For Awakening Wings of an Angel Scott Lawlor Curators Of Corruption Wings of an Angel Jaduhara Indradhusara The Birth Of Freedom From The Gregarious Delights Of The Arabian Sand Gazelle The World-Weary Noir Jazz Ensemble Presents The Holy Depression Gamut The Deranged Israeli Jazz Trio Presents A Poet s Reproduction Of Flexible Unconscious Nihilism And A Gang Of Free-Spirited Swinger Zombies The Ambient Jazz Trio Presents The Evaluation Of Evolution In Two Parts You re A Salamandra, Caught Up In The Matrix Of The Wrong Architect (A Live Jazz Trio At The Tavern Of The Damned And Doomed) Esoteric Ambient Jazz Duet At The Edge Of The Abyss: Two Unearthly Demagogues Murmur Softly From The Very Prison Of Their Tortured Minds (Vol. 3) A Jazz Trio At The Edge Of The Abyss: Three Unearthly Demagogues Live From The Last Campfire God Has Lit Yesterday Morn In Her Vicarious Nightmares (Vol. 2) A Jazz Trio At The Edge Of The Abyss: Three Unearthly Demagogues Live From The Castle Of Horror That Is The Central Bus Station In Tel Aviv (Vol. 1) The Perceptively Differential Shores Of Spiritual Misanthropy Graveyard Flowers (Genuinely Melancholic Original Classical Compositions For Piano And Cello Vol​.​2) Baby Wings: Atonal Classical Solo Piano For Brain Development (Vol.2) The Three Narcotic Principles Of Acid Jazz: I Really Am The Faith In Man - All The Perceptions Of The Utmost - Infinite Knowledge Of God The Future Is In Your Hands - Free Of Any Philosophical Deviations You Matter The Most And Remember That Even Fragile Rocks Crack Into Pieces Modern Conceptions Of Intelligent Asceticism And Objectively Induced Surrender To The Process Of Alien Transfiguration Ms. Corona Proves Us That The Highest Achievement In Life Is To Have Your Own Little World - Not Money, External Stimulants, Sexy Time Or Social Hustle The Acquired Helplessness In Lunatic Asylums Isn t In The Hands Of Fate Duets With My Own Self: The Splendiferous Strings Of The Ambient Guitar Vol.1 Duets With My Own Self: The Splendiferous Strings Of The Ambient Guitar Vol​.​2 Would You Rather Die Than Confront Your Darkest Secrets? Remember Come What May That Your Answer Will Always Remain The Crosspoint Between The Entropy Of Your Astrological Sign And The Mysterious Energy Of Your Inconceivable Dreams Only When We Become Helpless, Do We Truly Realize Our Inborn Vulnerability As Temporary Beings Lonely Nocturnal Walks Are The Best Weapon To Escape The Oppression Of Self-Doubt Baby Wings: Atonal Classical Solo Piano For Brain Development (Vol.1) The Utterly Majestic Piano: Intimate Grand Meditations Vol. 1-2 (Enhanced, Revamped Replayed) Our Invisible Intimate Chains Are Like The Coercive Anthropomorphism Of A Localnet Artificial Intelligence Spirituality Is Our Vile Attempt At Calculating The Gravity Of Destiny The Forgotten Anti-Guru Who Had Lost His Mind In The Shadows Of A Ramshackle Tavern The Petty Swansong Of Your Infantile Codependency On Higher Awakening Souls Are Like New Diseases Eating Their Way Through Everything That s Truly Sacred In The Abstract Universe Disappear As If You’re Self-Absorbed, Be A Magnolia Manifestation Abstraction Of The Relation To Obtaining Immediate Gratification Appliances For Attaining The Four Layers Of Gutta-Percha Graveyard Flowers (Genuinely Melancholic Original Classical Compositions For Piano And Cello Vol.1) We’re No Longer Allowed To Say The Truth In This Nonsensical Postmodern Dystopia, Where Post-Truth Mentality Is The Norm Mommy, Mommy! Can You Also Be My Mummy And Embalm Me In Your Beggar s Robes? Lie On Your Bed Of Nails Like Those Who Stretch A Moment Evermore, I Was Your Good Heart Manipulator But The Featherbed Mountains Stood Out Inside Me Regardless, I Just Wish You Had Jumped On That Circus Caravan With Me Instead Of Joining The Ranks Of The Academy, But It’s Too Late To Speculate Isn t It Quite Ridiculous To Even Ask Why Somebody Becomes A Misanthrope? Just Look Around To See How Awfully Absurd Our Existence Is And How Many Bitter Pills We Swallow Daily To Stay Afloat Demeritorious Justice Fighter Meditates Inside Plato s Cave Kilfud-Yoking (Piano Recital For The Jewish Day Of Atonement) Reimagining Ravel In Abstract Colors (Intimate Piano Recital In The Darkroom) Slowly Disregarded As The Disparting, Immortal And Indestructible Great Purification The Goal Of Chaos-Driven Reactions Is To Plant The Seeds Of Chi Rather Than The Weeds Of Yearning; Hence, Self-Consciousness Is Seen By Some Cultures As A Form Of Lacking Manners! Tell Your New Date Something Truly Romantic And Original, Tell Her How Her Eyes Are Like The Fathomless Sea After A Storm Of The Black Plague The Happiness Of Your Soulmate Depends On How Many Psychedelics She Can Derive From Your Dead Brain Cells Hypnagogic Hallucinations Are Nature s Way Of Saying That Your Ass Belongs To Me! (Live Recital At The Highest Court Of Unearthly Justice) What Is So Counterintuitive About Forcing An Average Guy To Be A Philosopher? Show Off Your Knowledge About Antidepressants Without Using Verbs Vain Crescent (Humble Collection Of Genuine Outsider Music) Earth Is A Living Organism And We Have A Humble Share In It, But We re By No Means Its Originators Or Masters The Distressing But Inevitable Transition From Virtual Life To Real Life Disgusted By The Monotonic Shortsighted Grayness Of Civilian Life Backdoor Poison Gives Licentious Convincers An Access To Risky Salvation Invocations Art Terrorist’s Baptism Ritual Before A Take-No-Prisoners Suicide Attack Against Life-Affirming Axioms I Must Never Decide Between Remaining True To Myself Or Letting Go L opera Della Luce Infestata E Il Mondo Addormentato (The Opera Of The Infected Light And The Persecuted World) Prone To Sending Empty-Handed Telegrams To Shallow People Greed Is Born In The Gap Where Transformation Has Been Excluded Look At Those Traceable Goddesses In That Saccharine Wheelchair, All Hiccupped And Exquisitely Juicy, Their Little Mouths Wide Open To Swallow Your Salacious Pietism, Sir Dickens! Hailed As One Of This Decade’s Most Important Ambient Artists, My Music Soothes Headaches Like No Paracetamol Can. Trust 207,000Dedicated Listeners Worldwide.

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