This work, words and music, is copyright Chris Vaisvil 1997-2002

Land of the Lost


Touching Me



ambient electronic advant garde
Some 660 megs of starting waves was generated in the production.
Of these 66 megs were sequenced and treated with various filters.
I am much indebted to Michele for her performance.



The piece relies upon (what I hope is) intense repetition and the
juxposition of these words with suggestive musical interpetation



Christopher Vaisvil & Michele Wilson
2000



My Dusty Soul


electronic tribal ambient trance


The Spell





Forgive Me









Burrs







Dead Land


"He came to me born upon the eastern wind"
"his face, a whisp of smoke, his hair, the deeping dusk"
"and he spoke in a voice I could not hear"
"release me child"
"release my spirit"
"from this dead land"
"and so I did...."

(thanks to Kristin for the voice)



[dance]



A dance parody in jazzy dance style
Many thanks to Kristin for her performance


Here is a transcript of the voices
 (in these means quiet voice)
Kristin and I hope you enjoy this :-)

[dance]
(give it to me, give it to me, give it to me)
Do you want to dance?
Yeah, let's dance
That's it
(yeah, that's it)
mmmm yes!come closer nowyes, that's it
look into my eyes
your eyes... I'm lost in them
(yeah, that's it)
can you feel it?
can you feel the magic?
yeah I can feel it
I'm gonna make you mine tonight
yes, look into my eyes
what are you doing to me?
mmmm yes!
(mmmm yes)
Kiss me
I am all you desire
Oh yes!
We shall become one
Forever
I am the one you seek
Forever
I see the fire in your eyes
Come closer now
Kiss me
We shall become one
Forever
All you desire
We shall become one
Closer now
Kiss me
We shall become one
I'm gonna make you mine
Forever....
What are you doing to me?
(we shall become one)
What are you doing to me?
(we shall become one)
Forever






Forgive Me






Can't Stop Myself







Spectrographic Cornfields Recursively



industrial ambient electronic advant garde

standing in the cornfield you watch the corn grow and
the searing hot days pass on to night to day to night to day,
taller and taller, until you are one with all there is...
for you are one of them...
your roots dig soil,
your stalk stretches greedily for every ray of the murdering sun
in the anguish of a midsummer's thirst...



Painful and Chaotic


Soundscapish

Thanks to Debbie for the voice over



A Thousand Suns Lights my Way As my feet Thread like Angels Through the Everlasting Day


Neo-Pop affirmation

Something positive



Copyrights:

Chris Vaisvil
1997-2000