Subheim is the personal music project of Greek-born, Berlin-based artist Kostas Katsikas. Drawing from his experience in various bands as well as his current activities for film score and sound design, Subheim appears as a deeply personal experience in sounds, atmospheres and moods. May it be with the introvert electronica of his 2008′s “Approach” debut, …
This is the ache inside this is darkness in my hand keep me in line, keep me in line This is the road that I get lost on a twist in the road and I’ll be gone now it’s a matter of time just a matter of time Black, black is the tide black water …
Puracane “Shouldn’t Be Here” Album – “In Limbo: The Lost Puracane Sessions” Released: Feb 2006
Echoes – Pink Floyd from album Meddle, Released on: 1971 Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves The echo of a distant tide Comes willowing across the sand And everything is green and submarine And no one showed us to the land And …
VA – Starseed released on 2016-08-09 by Synphaera – SYN03 Matter spreads through space like a cosmic code traversing the universe inside solar windblown motes of space-dust or interwoven into encoded beams of starlight. Explore this cosmic migration through the stars and the origins of life, as the artists on STARSEED evoke the patterns and …
Βασίλης Παπακωνσταντίνου : Η Φλόγα Μουσική: Θέμης Καραμουρατίδης Στίχοι: Οδυσσέας Ιωάννου Παίζει παιχνίδια ο καιρός µε το µυαλό µου Βγάζει έναν ήλιο και τα βλέπω όλα καλά Τρέχει ποτάµι ο ιδρώτας στον λαιµό µου Σ’ ό,τι µου δίνουν επιστρέφω πιο πολλά. Άλλοτε νιώθω πως δεν έχω πια να δώσω Άγριο ζώο τραβηγµένο στη φωλιά Όλα …
Από τα βάθη της ψυχής κι από του νου τα ύψη απ’ το βυθό της θάλασσας ως τις βουνοκορφές ψάχνω να σε βρω Μια σφαίρα υγρή γύρω απ’ τη γη μια ουράνια δεξαμενή εκεί που λούζονται οι ψυχές πριν να χαθούν στο σύμπαν με ένα πήδο ένα πρωί να μπω με μια βουτιά εκεί …
Walking across the line Wandering into this Addictions are to fight How dark is abyss Dreams are to intertwine With what the pure bliss it is Addictions are to fight A tendency to remiss My youth cries out “inspect me!” Beaten, broken and bruised-oh no! As the dawn’s cracking up, near the sea I …