Happy Halloween

by effin izzy

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The first two tracks were originally created for a party at the Stony Creek Puppethouse, in Branford CT, and then had other tracks added over the years. White Rabbit was the ending music for the "Terra Continuum" and Continuum Marvels" shows put on in the Stony Creek Granite Quarry, and Bridgeport Discovery Museum. Time for a refill was sound-designed years later, and Sailing to Byzantium was an old college work.

Even though I'm releasing this now, on the night before Hallowe'en, I will add to it, and update it each year- so those of you who bought it, will get to have free updates. For life...all I ask for is some fresh blood...muh huh hah hah haaaaahhhh....


released October 30, 2016



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Istvan Peter B'Racz Connecticut

To all who drift
through this sonic-space

be it by fate or the
element of chance:

I sincerely WELCOME you

and give THANKS!

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Track Name: Pre-Lude
Track Name: Moan-trance-dance
Track Name: White Rabbit
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.

When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"
Track Name: Sailing to Byzantium
2nd stanza from "Sailing to Byzantium":

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.