GHOST DECIBELS, a new synth pop electronic soul project from Chaka Malik BURN (recently interviewed for IDIOTEQ!), may be quite a surprise for diehard punk kids not entirely open to understanding experimentalism and going beyond their core music. That’s why I’m so glad that most of the readers of IDIOTEQ are so open-minded :) Check out this new incarnation of Mr Malik, his and stay tuned for his new 5-song EP, to be released on limited edition cassette format early October in time for Cassette Store Day 2015. Pre-order via this form.
“Ghost Decibels comes from taking a snapshot of what moves me in music, that I haven’t explored yet. I’ve been into synths and drum machines since I was a kid, programming hip-hop in my early teens. I stopped messing with synths when I got into hardcore. After taking some time off from music altogether, I got into acoustic guitars and recording.
Playing with reverbs and delays in the recording/mixing process piqued my interest in oscillation. I asked my friend Ryan Martin (Dais Records) what mono synth he would recommend, because I wanted to play with oscillators and stuff. It was a toss up at the time between the DSI Pro 1 and the Korg MS 20 Mini. I ended up getting the MS 20 and I was off to the races.”
Lyrics:
Valley is a Window
a giant whisper
a battle cry
a falling river
of molten sky
The valley is a window
its gallery hides
the bones and the rhythm
of your ancient lies
The valley is a window
its gallery hides
the voices of tomorrow
sorrow’s crown of pride
a sordid kingdom
under the lights
you bought your freedom
in the dead of night
The valley is a window
its gallery hides
the bones and the rhythm
of your ancient lies
The valley is a window
its gallery hides
the voices of tomorrow
sorrow’s crown of pride
Take me to the mountain
show me to your leader
i need a fountain
you need a reason
Take me to the mountain
show me to your leader
i need a fountain
you need a reason
to sprout your wings
you don’t live life
by a formula
and you know you
can’t survive
on your wanderlust
The valley is a window
its gallery hides
the bones and the rhythm
of your ancient lies
The valley is a window
its gallery hides
the voices of tomorrow
sorrow’s crown of pride
Take me to the mountain
show me to your leader
i need a fountain
you need a reason
Take me to the mountain
show me to your leader
i need a fountain
you need a reason
to sprout your wings
…sprout your wings
…sprout your wings
valley is a window…
Into The Wild
the symphony stings
the strings sound forbidden
the notes grow wings
as they dance off the ceiling
the chords are like veins
can be the cause of heartbreak
as we pass on through
our lives
the cavern it sings
the cavern it rings
on the beat keeping the hands of time
caught in our chains
like a cordial embrace
when we’re too sophisticated
to cry
Walking into the wild
Through the fire
living as a zero
the division it brings
will leave you
with no more dice
often i’ve played
the decisions i’ve made
in the end
i watched you roll
your eyes
giving i keep giving
i keep giving
i keep giving till i
fall down
on your price
tortured my grace
is that dust
on my face
or does my mirror
need a shine
Walking into the wild
Through the fire
you can’t say yes
to every one all the time
you can’t give in
you can’t give in
you’re at the edge
of the waterfall
see the waterfall
hear the waterfall
feel the waterfall
and as the bottom calls
feel the waterfalls
pull on you
as it works in you
you can win or you can
lose
you can win or you can
lose
so win…
Walking into the wild
Through the fire
Rulers Of The Nations
Time
seemed to move so slow
when you saw their
cannibal eyes
Dark and
with an eerie glow
are they dead or alive
Rulers of the Nations
Tied
to the entities of old
in the heavenly heights
they hearken
a fit extension like a glove
while we’re mesmerized
R – U – L – E – R- S
Rulers of the Nations
Have been
trafficking in souls of men
trigger cocked
on their spiritual
gun
Plastic smile
on the
television
Telling you what you
want to hear
Trafficking in souls of men
trigger cocked
on their spiritual
gun
Telling you what you
want to fear
…with their cannibal eyes
are they dead are alive?
Rulers of the Nations
