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The bard is born...

According to the old traditions, the bard will always be reborn on Earth when it needs balance. Through music and enchantment, he evokes ancient powers capable of restorig the Nature. Legendary prophecies say that he will reappear in times of big disasters and great confusion. Then, he will count with an harp whose strings are made of light. With this magical instrument, the bard will make sound the Song of the Spheres. At the gleam of the Sun's Summer/Winter Solstice of 2008, the bard had born again. The human kind will have another chance to defend Gaia, the Earth...The Great Mother of us all!

Mukha

While the Winter is runing high & dry down here at South Atlantic, HI-BRAZIL and 666rmx guys get pleased with their last neoneural videomusical work. The word Mukha has its origin in the Sanskrit language. It means, accord to The Theosophical Glossary, written by Helena P. Blavatsky, mouth, face; voice, sound; direction; principle; way...

There's an old lady that lives with her daughter in a penthouse that overlooks the bay of a very fastidious town somewhere down the atlantic ocean.

Even in that grey rainy day she decides to put some sparkle in their lives taking a warm cup of coffee at the mall that stands just across the street. Nothing will interfere with her strong desire of exposing herself wearing those white and shining pair of shoes made to be just like the originals - italian made.

Her daughter, bored with herself and everything else, accepts the invitation. She wonders if the owner of the jewelry will finally pay attention on her new pair of boobs. So, despite of the rain and the cold outside, she decides to wear a minimal top over them.
Some minutes later they are all dressed up and ready to go off. They get all the windows and curtains closed, remote controlled obviously, before they take the elevator down to the basement.

Once they reach the floor, they walk talkative around those cars, all of them resembling to each other, and go straight to their huge and comfortable S.U.V.. The old lady starts the engine, shifts to "D" selection, then head to the exit.

Outside the heavy rain and the strong winds make the street a wild place to be. Her daughter lights a cigarrette while they drive safe and dry to the other side. Three minutes later they are parking into that huge mall, absolutely free of humidity on their moussed hair.

One more time, they think that they had deceived Nature...

The coffee is served. The old lady takes a sip, she's so delighted with that exotic taste...While her daughter keep looking at the high ceiling where the rain drops ooze against the glass panels of that modern building.

Gibbons/Yorke mixed in a rip

While the winter brings some peaceful moments of déjavus, 666 rmx guys decided to bring some moments of pure joy with this new bootleg remix of Portishead beautiful creation, with the lyrical guitar and ghostly vocals made by Thom Yorke: The Rip. Just click on the cover and bon voyage...

The Winter has come!

Winter

At the highest mountains of Unknown
Betula, the Queen, is waiting...
For the bard that is awakening!

Now the shores will be threatened
By the fury of lust desires
Rises a red moon in spring
The beast had born in the fire...

At the desert, he feels sick
With her harp in his hands
He tries to reach southern lands

The twins are with him now
And it knows all his thoughts
But don't know about his love...

Don't know about his love...

Don't know about his love...


(HI-BRAZIL - 2008)