Scattered paths of searching slaves
Soon will form the great parade
Scorched by winds from empty dreams
These hearts must pray with silent screams
As our thoughts were etched in fear
Came the tide to send us
Spacing through an ocean of devotion
Flowing bright and clear
From the source we ripple onward
We are here…
Here is where my senses sleep
Here as though the hours never end
Here exploding fantasies
Here is where all the pieces fit
Exactly when you move
We are here…
Here with all your might you are
Here illuminated in the night
Here the madness shed a tear for
Here the melody is right
For dancing in the light
We are here…
The essence following through…
Spiraling endlessly
As prisms of laughter, some rhythms of time
Giving form only to thought
Craving disaster and standing in line
Only to form a sequence
With seeds of wisdom, weeds of tears
You and me, once again totally
To face ascending destinies
Lost in reality's variation
Chanting tomorrow while losing today
Of a cloud-hidden theme
Wanting and wasting each pattern away
Soaring here…
The search cannot escape the spiral
But the Genius of the Dance
Shall endure…
Featuring grand organ, Moog, Buchla, and live percussion, Ehsan Gelsi's opus explores the possibilities of analogue electronics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 25, 2021