parallel pivot our spin into new make six … welcome home kidship camaraderie — cheers, housemates : enjoi

:: Maker : Gabriel & Dresden vs. Depeche Mode :
: Mark : Here Is The House (G&D Bootmix) :
: [ Here Is The House ; 2005 ] ::

somewhere … all along the watchtower … an operatic phantom bethinks retrosapience … beneath beyond within and without the hallowed alcoves of a confidant resident’s alchemical incubation station … hear in this house … tribal progression … cue the needlether drop

off-the-still sound feel : the frequency ushers in archangelic annunciation … deep trance expounds into depths of apparently limitless gravitational ricochet … pulsating bass resounds into reality, be it done unto thee according to thy word, and so, as it so happens in said haven, unfurls hour new world intradimensional …

Here is the house where it all happens
Body and soul come together
As we come closer together
And as it happens, it happens here in this house

it feels so incredibly somehow … angelus … the immaculate happenstance of eternal presence, immersive emergence within the location-as-letimotif of precedent residence … the echoing persistence of tempestuous temperament … and the anchoring confidence of cardinal fidelity therein …

So we stay at home and I’m by your side
And you know what’s going on inside
Inside my heart, inside this house
With or without words, I’ll confide everything

but / and so from the lyrical narrative we gambit transit beyond the event horizon into pure submersive singularity … as the bassline bellows, and deep rhythms descend, it reels whirling dervish … it yields gabriel and depeche modality of dresden residency … and just at peripheral brink, in the intrinsic distance, it hearkens something akin to gnostic philosophic … where traipsing above beyond and inherently within defining tribulation, one discovers triumph … that solitude in surrender of trust falling into the featherbed abyss of universal benevolence … nature loving the courage of your resolute commitment, and responding in reciprocity by removing erstwhile impossible obstacles …

… dream the impossible dream and the world will not grind you under, it will lift you up. this is the trick. this is what all these teachers and philosophers who really counted, who really touched the alchemical gold, this is what they understood. this is the shamanic dance in the waterfall. this is how magic is done. by hurling yourself into the abyss and discovering it’s a feather bed

and, of the inevitable course … under this roof, underneath this coloratura canopy … the harmonious duality of diametric convergence, divine conception interwoven within the rhythmic tapestry of creation’s signature mystery … with or without words, i’ll confide everything … within the sanctuary of temple shelter … interstellar genesis

for a star to be born there is one thing that must happen: a nebula must collapse. so collapse. crumble. this is not your destruction. this is your birth.

and so, with that, within some subtextual conceptual capacity … passion redemption resurrection … gloria patri mater … pax lux : welcome home again … et repete, a voila

:: Matchuration Station (Pair’d … with age) ::

:: Matchuration Station : :: so, this silo scene features a standard pairing (doble) from the vantage of: vintage lineage … complimentary songs with the sound feel of the signaturepiece, but make it progenitor progeny proximality … exhuming through exploration those precedent post-drift elements more prominently defined in tunes crafted from polar perspectives of our locus axiomatic … thus abstruced, let’s revo … ::

:: New Make Spin : Here Is The House (G&D Bootmix) : Lineage Proximity :: · “I Just Am” – nthng · : · “Here Is The House (Gabriel & Dresden Bootmix)” – Depeche Mode · : · “REACHUPDONTSTOP” – Baauer ·

so, this rhythmic lineage kinship camaraderie flows within the scope of … deep bass brigade, undercurrents of hymnal mantric aphoristic manifesto synchrommunique hearkening the arrival of trance familial … subterranean warehouse club calvary assemble forth and prosper … or something to said subtextual conceptual effect … so, here we commence on the primordial groove of nthng’s deceptively cresting I Just Am … and, therein, we insinuate on the wings of our patron matriarch, our most divine wind Whitney’s vocalic decree : “so emotional … i don’t know why … i just am” — bless, up, dance floor denizen beings of light … our progenitor founds its sonic genomic in the genuine embrasure of that deep trance hypnotherapeutic ambient alcove of the technoscape … that berlin bedrock … and, the Whitney christening, just * chef’s kiss * … onward … into our signaturepiece locus focus framewave … where gabriel and dresden deck contest depeche mode under the roof where it all happens … and what a beautiful aural abode said contest consummates in continuity … onward … baauer’s REACHUPDONTSTOP … is, well, just, so very much thus … escalating from nthng’s mellow mettle prima terra substratum, ascending through gabriel and dresden’s depeche mode residency, we alight upon a maximalist summit of microgenre gumbo melange … the perpetual ebb and flow, rise and fall, wax and wane of pure rhythmic propulsion … just felt like the trancecore tribal techouse progeny culmination of its predecessors … here is the hypnotherapeutic homeland on hyperdrive … where, as body and soul collide, so i must confide, eye don’t know why, i just am … et repete ::

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