LOST SOUNDS by Linear Bells

With thee conversing I forget all time,
All seasons and their change, all please alike.
Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,
With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun
When first on this delightful land he spreads
His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,
Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth
After soft showers; and sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild, then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heav'n, her starry train:
But neither breath of morn when she ascends
With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun
On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,
Glistring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,
Nor grateful evening mild, nor silent night
With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon,
Or glittering starlight without thee is sweet.

Excerpt from "Paradise Lost" by John Milton.

All the tracks from 'lost sounds' were previously released on various artist compilations (futuresequence, hidden vibes, linear obsessional, subteranean tide, le berger, ...) or were simply unreleased tracks that never found place on one of my productions.

Linear Bells is a composer and sound artist.
His music is a mix between sound manipulations, field recordings, mainly created with acoustic and analogic instruments. LB.

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