Tetarise – Altworld [SLNT003]
"Altworld" is a trip to the depths of outer space and back, a harmony of sounds and colors which pictures a brand new world to its listener. It makes him forget about everyday problems and fly into unknown without fear to fall.
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 1. Pure Heart (Original mix) [00:00]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 2. Anti H Cure [00:00]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 3. Night Road Home [00:00]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 4. Everything’s White [00:00]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 5. Altworld [00:00]
- play_circle_outline pause_circle_outline 6. Too Far Outer Space [00:00]
01 Sep 2009
After everyday rush and endless weekdays I usually have a feeling that reality is seeming, unreal. The real me lives far away in a parallel world.I walk the grassy slopes there, I swim among the waves of turquoise sea, I fly over snow-white mountains. And each times elusive music accompanies me. It's like a key which helps me to unlock the door to the over world.
The warm wind caresses me, as I smile in return to bright morning sun and greet the new dawn. Dewdrops scattered silver all over the hillsides. The horison attracts like a loving mother, making a promise that all we be well. And I believe him with my heart and soul. The thoughts are far-away, there’s only joy of living. I have to be there…
The halcyon days... The wind disorderly shakes branches of the trees. Morning sunlight scatters on the ceiling, fingers numb from the cold. I listen attentively to the rustling leaves, slight ululation of the wind. I fall into a dream, I find myself among the trees white with frost, and the ground with a thin snow cover. The sky is dark, but it seems like the trees light everything around them like some sort of lanterns. I step barefoot on the slightly snowy path and move towards the exit from the thicket. In the midst of the meadow, I fall on my back and stretch my arms. Everythings blurs and the sky becomes closer. So quiet... So calm...
“We know not what is good until we have lost it. ”Have you ever analyzed the past or asked yourself: “What if…”? Unsaid words, unfinished deeds, hopelessly lost time – all of it is like an echo with a delay fading into compressed and distorted reverberation. You’d wish to press “hold” and crash the memories into pieces once and for all.