DISCOTHEQUE SOUNDS from the CEMETERY/ MEZARLIKTAN DİSKOTEK SESLERİ

by Tuna Pase

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about

This album is a compilation of electro-acoustic pieces I composed during the period of 2006-2010.

I would like to dedicate this album to my father Vitali Pase for supporting me through my journey of music.

I also would like to thank Ceki Kontente for naming this album, Necmi Aydin Sahtariadis for his photography, and Barkın Engin who inspired and supported me.

credits

released 14 February 2014

All music by: Tuna Pase
Recording: Tuna Pase
Mixing: Tuna Pase
Mastering: Barkın Engin
Photography: Necmi Aydin Sahtariadis

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Track Name: Gürültünün Dışı, Sessizliğin İçi / Exteriors of Noise, Interiors of Silence
Gürültünün Dışı, Sessizliğin içi;

Ruhun cinsiyetsizliği
Denizin gri maviliği
Bira ile paylaşılan yalnızlık
Bünyene giren soğukluk
Gürültünün arasındaki, bir anlık sıcaklık
Çikolata kokulu bir krem yada bir sigara

Eyvah işte yine geliyor
Siyah rugan ayakkabılı kadın
Akciğerlerime basıyor yavaş yavaş
Her patlak daha da acıyor
Durmuyor
Sırtımdaki bıçak gibi
Kırmızıya dönüyor, kanamıyor
Lütfen gidin artık
Bu topukların yürümeye yaramadığı zaten belli değil miydi

Kafese kapatılmış hayatlar içinde
Aksanlı konuşmalar
Hepsi aile olmuş yabancılar
Bağdaşma
Sevinme
Sevişme
Ölüm
Gürültü ve sessizlik
Uçacaklar beynin karanlık gizlerine
Kafiyesizilik
Kafilesizlik
Kefilsizlik ve
Sesini unutma korkusu
Gürültünün dışı, sessizliğin içinde
Minik bir gülümseme
Bize şeytandan kalan tek bir hediye

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Exteriors of Noise, Interiors of Silence;

Neuterness of soul 
Sea’s lividness 
Loneliness shared with beer 
Coldness that enter the body 
A moment of warmness in between noise 
Chocolate fragrant crème or cigar  
And dying like a dog from longing 
Damn, it is coming again 
Woman with black patent leather shoes 
Slowly stepping on my lungs  
Every burst hurts more 
Like the knife on my back 
Turning red but not bleeding 
These heels are no good for walking 
Is that not obvious 
Lives locked in cages 
All aliens became a family 
Intercourses with accents 
Connectedness 
Joyfulness 
Caressing 
Death 
Noise 
And silence 
Without a rhyme 
Without a tribe 
Without a guarantor 
And the fear of forgetting the sound of your own voice 
Exteriors of noise, interiors of silence 
A small gesture 
Only gift left to us from demon 
Track Name: Plath's Mirror
Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
What ever you see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful---
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is a part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Track Name: It's Cold and I Like It
It's Cold and I Like It

It's cold and I like it
There's no light
It's blue
I can feel it
It's cold
You will be the ice
And I will melt it
You will get high
Cause it's just cold