The Great Horn Of The Marching Horde

for the last three days I was writing tracks for one of our dear friends who would possibly join the Serce album. he is a true master and he deserves the finest pieces. did my best and today we were sorting it all out with Toshi.
dark music is draining my emotions and soul. if you don't commit your whole being to the process of creation it sounds just like some cheap bullshit.

one piece is really dark and fine with great Toshi's guitar part . it sounds like The Great Horn Of The Marching Horde.

who knows maybe we have an album name here.

will create one more with my voice only.

Japanese and Polish sensitivity is a weird combination but think we have a lot of things in common. this melancholy hidden beneath the skin...

Heart Of The Broken Nation

Heart Of The Broken Nation

ghosts of the past
fall down upon me
and it's not my time to fuckin kneel and prey
they bring you down torment and segregate you
and when you're done
it's too late to pull away

beggers in the street,
raped, sister lonely
you sold your soul for pleasure and pain

new modern slaves
you're not the only
I know the streets that run red with blood again

sleep beauty sleep
cure your wounded heart that's been broken
broken dreams
broken lifes
in this nation of million lies

dream beauty dream
I'm down here on the earth without you
broken soul in the dark alone
In this heart of a broken nation

saints and stars
the bullets and guns
fake is a fake
in the jar of lies
and your life they take it
steal then make it
sell it million times
then break it
on and on the games goes on
when the streets just burn
they'll burn you home
and it all goes down
and you loose you crown
the crowd will scream to kill the clown

no time to waste
no I can't fake it
no heart to break
so they won't brake it

in this land of storm
where my faith burns on
I hear the heartbeat of a broken nation






stay and live
when all you can do is die

Hirayoshi - I will return

Hirayoshi the rise and fall
in the way you fight and loose it all
it's the golden dream
that you always chase
a bloody last eternal race

it's the challenge that we all shall face
the taste of war, smell of disgrace
the winner dies with a risen fist
lost it all with no defeat

Hirayoshi I leave in shade
in the dark I walk and find my way
and I bow my head to the ancient ones
to take my soul when the time is right
till then I live and learn
from my loneliness and pain
the wisdom comes with the broken back
for every cut I'll pay them back

call your name
in final moment
I'll call your name
I'll touch the wound and I won't
forget
not a single day I do regret
I'll call your name
to see your face
the endless beauty's trace
Hirayoshi

Hiroyoshi I will return...

another song!

another day at Toshi's place and another great song coming. could it be better ? this little bustard is a funky motherfucker. this sound is getting trippy. word of the day : James Bond. recorded guitars through Sherman and Metasonix and some tambourine in the closet. can't wait till tomorrow... but till then I'll try to come up with lyrics for the new one. for the streets...

Sky Cracks Open- vocal session

uff. my first vocals recorded in L.A. for project Serce. right there in Toshi's closet me doing vocals for our new song S.C.P
I'm happy. the song is a blast. weird combination. explosive and addictive. imagine Black Sabbath, Prodigy, the 60's guitar rock, 8 bit music, noise,some hip hop and hard core coming together. all served in funk style. I'm amazed. it is up to now my most relaxed session. we just take music where we want and I can release my demons. it's like two guys doing what the fuck they feel like doing. freedom. some of you will like it some not and that's fine. I'm in love with this shit.

started an online video operation. sending files from U.S. to friends in poland. MdotStrange involved in this with his brother Sean Boyles the author of Serce artwork. I'm delivering pure life, emotions. no pretending, posing, calculating. raw thing.

did vocals in polish language for some other track. we agreed with Tosh that it's just right to do it and yes it sounds great. I might come with some more polish lyrics.

pozdrawiam wszystkich przyjaciol i dziekuje tym ktorzy we mnie wierza. robie to co robie jak zawsze dla siebie i sztuki , ale Wy jestescie i zawsze bedziecie w moich myslach. porywam sie na wysokie cele, ale nie chce kiedys myslec ze moglem cos zrobic, sprobowac i tego nie zrobilem. wole zlamac kark wspinajac sie na Mount Everest niz wiecznie wchodzic na znajome gorki.
wyzej.
prosze nie kalkulujcie ile mam tutaj szans, ile mialem w polsce i ze na polske to wystarcza, a L.A. to inny swiat. gowno prawda. swiat jest jeden. kto inny jak wy powinien o tym wiedziec.wychowano nas w systemie ktory nauczyl nas czuc sie gorszymi i slabszymi od innych nacji. tak nie jest. jestesmy tacy sami. wszyscy.

wiem ze niektorym trudno zrozumiec ze szukam, ze pragne progresu calym soba i zrobie wszystko zeby nie stac w miejscu i ciagle sie rozwijac. jezeli Sweet Noise mial przekaz, a wieze w to caly czas to wlasnie to bylo sedno sprawy. lam standarty, ograniczenia, burz mury i rozwijaj sie. buntuj sie przeciwko wszystkiemu co nie pozwala Ci byc wolnym. wierz w siebie i swoje marzenia. jezeli to oznacza bol, rozstania i wrogow wszedzie do okola - trudno . probowales... i za to Ciebie szanuje.
dla setek to glupie i bez sensu. dla jednego to inspiracja i nadzieja i wlasnie o niego tutaj chodzi.
chcialbym zeby kazdy z Was byl tym jednym ktory porwie innych.
trasa. pieprzyc trase. bedzie lepsza trasa i lepsze koncerty.kiedy bede gotowy na spotkanie z Wami. obiecalem ze nie zobaczycie slabego Sweet Noise na scenie i chce dotrzymac slowa. to wynika z szacunku dla Was jako odbiorcow. glebokiego szacunku. jednak ja wroce.
wiem ze szablon jest taki. plyta-trasa, ale Mr. G pierdoli system, pozadek i lad. przeciez to bylo tak nie dawno i wielu z Was krzyczalo ten tekst na koncertach na cale gardlo. wlasnie teraz to robie. na zywo tego doswiadczam. sztuka - zycie. taka zawsze byla zasada.
zasad i slowa raz danego nie lamie.

kocham Was i dzieki.

Piotr G.M.

for those tears I'll come and burn you
for her tears I'll come and burn you...my friend...one...day...

sky cracks open

lust and fear my love and hunger
will to fight to stay deep under
shame you give I spit you swallow
what if there's no more tomorrow
lies so sweet become addictive
nothing's gone as you predicted
beaten, weak, betrayed but trying
rise myself from dirt, she's crying
for those tears I'll come and burn you
read this eyes
that day where were you ?
earth is shaking and skies break open
can't forget the words you've spoken



for her tears I'll come and burn you...

Serce - new project.

After coming to L.A. I formed a new project with my friend Toshi Kasai. we are recording ideas for future releases. no limits, no key words or specific directions.
we have both experiences on different fields so the result has to be intriguing.
it"s been going on very well till now. we have some plans related to recording snakes, junk yard noises and some sessions in the mountains.

project's name : Serce

date of birth : april 4th 2008

place of birth : Toshi’s kitchen

aim of activity : several audio related projects reflecting the beat of our hearts

style : undefined, progressive based on collision of two different worlds and characters.

circuit bended instruments and good friends brought as together. after two years of exchanging emails and planning our collab here we are doing it.

Serce is alive and kicking. beating the nervous rhytm of our lifes and times.

Peter M. / Noise Inc. , Sweet Noise / and Toshi Kasai / Big Business, Deaf Nephews, Altamont, Nound Nor Soise /

Toshi Kasai on projects name : " Serce - this sounds so fuckin' cool. so powerful... Let it be our name..."

soon music on www.myspace.com/projectserce

symbolizm

symbolizm monumentalny to jest sztuka podziemia

monumental symbolism is an underground art.


Vahan Bego

going to L.A.

I'm leaving Chicago tomorrow. heading to L.A. to meet Toshi Kasai and start working on Noise Inc. album .we agreed that it's going to be all about reworking and creating totally new sounds.
excited. will be working with creative people again which is something I missed a lot in the last years.
the struggle for my dreams keeps on going. no way of backing off. promised that to myself a long time ago. never give your dreams up. no compromise on this way and the weak fall aside but that's what this is all about.

I'm keeping the memories from the past with me all the time and I respect totally all the people who brought me to this place : family, partners, fans and friends.
special place in my heart is always reserved for sweet noise friends . the fans I had honor to meet in person and learn something about their world. nothing compares to this feelings.

for them I have to return stronger...

now time for challenge, uncertainty , fight and minimalism.

never give up the dreams and always break the space and walls around you...

revolution is in our hearts, souls and brain. I did not start my way to consume any kind of success but to constantly evolve and discover new ways. through my art I share this with others.

connected.

new way

I arrived in U.S. couple of days ago to start some interesting art collabs with musicians I admire. hope it becomes a new challenge
and a gateway to new levels in multimedia and music.
will keep a sound diary based on field recordings from my trip here :

http://noise-inc.podomatic.com/

and photo diary here :

http://s265.photobucket.com/albums/ii229/noiseinc07/

time to evolve and reconnect.
my work will cover both sweet noise and noise inc. project as both are close to my heart.

best vibes to those who follow. I wouldn't be here if not your support.

finally Vahan Bego is on myspace. check it :

http://www.myspace.com/vahanart

peace

G

new noise inc. sounds on freesound project

added new sounds to Noise Inc. freesoundproject acoount. field recording folder includes sounds recorded in south africa.

http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/usersViewSingle.php?id=49629

check it. download it. and use it.

clean_cut

Sex is the beginning.understanding, learning, curving the pass untill it shines with pure perfection is the way.
The verse goes : the man is from one side and machine is from the other. Together they become an instrument. Where they collide things are happening. Too extreme in great values. Mind opening when dosed with knowledge.

the_clean_cut_blade


Where two worlds collide a third world is born…


I’ll better prepare myself.

noise inc. first release

the_clean_cut_blade is ready for download from Noise Inc. netlabel.
primitive, complex, raw and out of controll. my vision of extreme sound.share and use.

noise inc

everyday is a rat race

beats started to bang. archivising my sound library. regrouping and categorizing my files. hundreds of sounds, projects and instruments. this labtop I use is so loaded with freaking out sound generators and mad noise experiments that it constantly amazes me.
It's not a question of if we have enough power but how we control the one we possess these days. thats the real solution and source of everything to come.
I follow the voices in my heart in this process of creation.
even in the biggest chaos cloud there are some pieces of logical chains that might be the new beginning. somewhere, somehow, pieces fit.
best vibes to those who follow.

soon releasing the_clean_cut_blade on Noise Inc. net label :http://www.archive.org/details/noise-inc

first release with a lot more to come.
looking for serious cats out there willing to revolt a bit or 8bit if you prefer my friend.




G

The Killer Whales

the black wizard of modern noise

new podcast episode

Killer Whales




Enjoy! -- noise.inc

Chaos

Chaos 

Zukile

Xhosa lyric                                          English translation______________ 

Into zomhlaba (repeat)                                                Things of Life

Phaphama (repeat)                                                        Wake Up

Asikho isikhathi sokuhlala uhlanye                                   There's no time to sit around and be mad

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda                                                 It's hot, it's cold

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa                                                 It's cold, it's hot

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala                                        There's dust, there's poverty

Sweet Noise                                                         Sweet Noise and Zukile from the location to Poland

Skhipha Malang AK eLokhshini to Poland

Zukile Aka Malang efela                                        Zukile the one and only

Azishe lapho                                                        Burn the Fire

Azishe Azishe Azishe                                                Burn burn burn

Skhipha iDust gcwala                                               Face the Dust

G:

another dawn breaking

I'm all alone

through this nights and days on my own

I'm a lost soul knocking on your door

victims of terror and civil war

my brothers and sisters

living on the run

hate to see you brake and suck their guns

life is pain but it's hard to die

hard to live among the thieves and lies

when the doves cry my beauty is born 

brother step for a while and make it your home 

no losers 

no better no worse

down in the gutters I know you can

rise rise refuse and resist

my child of fury

you're the one I miss

in your eyes see stars of faith

don't give up

accept the pain

when your freedom dies

I break down and cry

when your freedom dies

it means the end of our road

rise rise refuse and resist

my child of fury

you're the one I miss

your cry and fire in your eyes

respect to the ones that live and try

I swear to God that the fuckers forgot

that you die of hunger in your broken homes

in the lands wiped of the map

I can feel the gap in my broken heart beating

mama it's dark 

so dark and cold now

where's your promise

where's your pride and love now

another dawn breaking

out in the streets where life ain't faking

no sun for this hungry child

out in the bloody east

the west, north, south

bare sticks

dust and bricks

politicians playing same dirty tricks

and the crowd got mad and my beauty got shot

down in the gutter

in the mud and blood

rise rise refuse and resist

my child of fury

you're the one I miss

Zukile:

Asikho isikhathi sokuhlala uhlanye                                      There's no time to sit around and be mad

Kuyatshisa Kuyabanda                                                   It's hot, it's cold

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa                                                   It's cold, it's hot

Skhipha iDust, Skhipha indlala                                          There's dust, there's poverty

Skhule kanzima                                                          We grew up hard

Singo mafunga angajiki                                                  We commit ourselves, we don't give up

Sulinye mbezi                                                          Wipe off your tears

Shebeleza Skhiphani                                                  Shebeleza, what is happening?

Qhawu Qhawuku ujingi                                                  The swing is broken

Qhawu Qhawuku ujingi abantwana bedlala                          The swing has broken while the children are playing

Kuqhuma irhuluwa                                                          There's a smell of gunpowder

Umtwana zibekhe kahle                                                  Child please take care of yourself

Kuqhuma irhuluwa ilife ngamahla ndenyuka                          There's a smell of gunpowder, Life is up and down

Kuyabanda Kuyatshisa                                                   It's cold, it's hot

Sihlanganisa amathe neNyembezi                                  We mix spit and tears

Lark

blasting last night with Lark in Poznan. this band is simply fuckin
amazing. it's been their first time in poland and people responded
really well. it's hard to remain emotionless after their gig.
passionate and true art.
did a noise.inc performance with Paul and Kostek, something we were
planning back in africa. feel it might be a beginning of some serious
project. we played for 40 minutes and it was totally out of control
but I like it this way. it's a journey that takes you to unknown .
it's more like something we do for ourselves rather than calculating
wether people are going to dig it or not. it's fresh. soon I'd start
implementing visuals into this noisy trips.
met people from Sweet Noise forum. warm and special as always it was
good to see them enjoy the performance of one of my guests from The
Triptic album . the idea of bringing artists together is finally
working on international level . yeah.

stay alive

gone through the first phases of editing "Give it all away" video. first choosing the  materials from almost 11 hours of footage which was shot in Guguletu and Mbekweni Townships of South Africa. closed that to 2 hours or so and started editing, compositing and putting the story together. haven't left the Lightcraft studio for three days and nights but finally the editing is done and it really looks amazing. now Lukasz will start his magic : the online process which is going to take it to a new level.

It feels like back in africa. the shots are so real that it takes me back there to those people and places. I'm glad that through this vid I'll be able to share this beautiful experiences with you. no acting, fucking posing or crap like that. real life, real pain, real love. never done anything like this before but have to say that the truth is always the heaviest emotion. it was like going back to the roots. performing in the streets, houses. being among people and having to defend all I believe in and all that I am. this action reminds me of our polish Nie bylo episode - visiting fans all over the country in their homes to shoot a video. going from city to city and breaking this line between artists and listeners. it changed me and hope it gave them something too. still remember those days, faces and words we said./thank you all/

In africa Teba and Zukile opened these magic doors for me and took me for a rough ride through the ghetto world. I miss you guys very much. hope that the evidence of purity of our action is just cooking.

let's deliver the "cyber crime"

my home is where I sleep. you know...

STAY ALIVE

Teba:

 

Intro

Yo! rapapampam Rasta na promote nonastyness

All Rastaman uno better eh!

Rapapampam Rasta na promote no badness

All artist uno better rise to the top

Bambam Rasta na promote no nastyness

All politicians uno better step one side

Bambam rudeboy na promote no badness

All artist uno better rise to the top

 

my home is where I sleep

put the head on a bed put it on the bricks son

down down with the dirt the under dog without a shelter

I'm standing out there in the fire 

I feed my love my hope, desire (oh)

still alive after all these years

seek the cancer in my head

I spit in eyes of the killers and liars

political whores

 I can't deny it no

hate kills and pushes me ahead

need a blessing to aim at their heads now

I need your love to keep on fighting

to stay alive and breath 

I need your love to keep on breathing

just keep on breathing

breath for me

what an angry son

tell'em motherfucker when it all began

hard case when we stand against

broken flowers with the bullets in their heads now

blind millions scream and yell

dirty motherfuckers that rule this game

look down at this fucking world where 

people got mad and there is no god

no land no promised land

cheap thrills and stinking hands

eyes blue, what happened to you

who shot you down baby    

I need your love to keep on fighting

to stay alive and breath 

I need your love to keep on breathing

just keep on breathing

breath for me

to keep on fighting

breathe

to keep on breathing

breath

when you leave I'm broken and bleeding

heart can't stop and wounds still bleeding

where did you go

oh

did you know

I accept myself with this chaos burning in my head

cherish beauty kiss my anger

shelter weakness feed the hunger

of my senses inner world traces

take me to those childhood places

I'm your son on his own

feel your wounds and mean no harm

don't ask me when it all began

endless painful bloody run

givin it all 

sharin it all with people I love

I'll fight this fight for you

I'll fight and die for you

I'll cross the line for you

Stand on the edge for you

I'll drown in tears for you

I'll fight my fears and stand by you 

bleedin

burnin

explodin

demandin

some justice

give'em some justice

power to the people 

and give'em some justice

Teba:

Consciousness musically uno get that yes man trust we

a bomboklat dead uno try fe test we

 

Pon the earth breath brings wealth

Death brings birth and birth leads to death

So use your breath and maths fe your wealth

From north Sweet Noise ina the south x2

 

There pon the street raise up uno feast

We take it from the west and fix ina east

Some times life is like a beast

So listen to me now consciousness pon me lips

Ah we na ease revolution pon least

So inhale you coulda have a meal

InI fight na hide ina the kist

Under the sun there's love ina the the mist

 

Oxygen ina yor lungs now ina your lungs

Ah we na fraid fe the pounds now fe the pounds

Good use pon your funds now pon your pounds

Poor youth never be thugs now never be thugs

Yes I yes I don't know yes I yes I yes I don't you know yes I

 

It's consciousness every time seen!

P.S. don't fight. think and be together as one. treat art as a tool 'cos it ain't no politics but sure it is a weapon.

world

world

so you sell yourself

do you buy the dreams

did the brand new life wash away old fears

why you're on your knees

clutching to your lies

what have you become just a shadow of a man dancing

to the beat of your hate within

I'm the one you blame for you pain and fear

and you burn my life

crush and brake my bones

burn and rape my love

want to steal my home

take away respect

and the ones that hold to my ways and days

and the songs those written on my skin

like the blood in the veins

they're the burden and chains

fire always walk with me

call 'em my own

those streets

like my home

I'm here all alone

just a man on his own

know their lifes with no shining stars

women broken bruised

women fight for life

numb is the fear for the only one

want to make her safe

want to make her smile

boy brother take away your guns

it's sad but true love is dead for good

love is all we had

love is all we lost

I'm the one you blame

for your life that's lost

I'm the one you blame for your life that's lost

this is my life

this is my life written on the walls

this is my life in this chords and words

shame, shame on you

don't you know it ain't a game

shame

stars they know I loved you like no other tried to be there for you

tried to be your brother

this is my faith my freedom my life hoo

my way to the promised land hoo

the lost and found trace

I'm struggling for my own space

underneath the cold face I try to reach beyond death

my peace my war my anger

lust fear my beauty and hunger

pain gets stronger as the world gets colder

thoughts raging I'm rearranging

the core not changing, my life is changing

life is changing thoughts fly high and raging don't you know

life is changing time for peace and changes

don't you know that it's time to give peace a chance