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1. Zero Surveillance - poetry & writing by Peter Mead

Zero Surveillance - poetry & writing by Peter Mead

The Search For A Golden Sun is a personal ongoing project, a collection of writing and poetry I began making around 2010. Predominantly a mix of existential things, streams of thoughts, and times where I’ve felt compelled to record something of them. View the entire project here @ www.zerosurveillance.net

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2. The Thousand Ark {Preludes} - Joe Kovacs

The Thousand Ark {Preludes} - Joe Kovacs

Welcome to sketches and rough exports from the current music project 'The Thousand Ark'. I'm at a stage where I'm bringing all the collected samples from the city and the night, into finished loops and beats. There's a sound emerging that's really exciting to my ears, it's compelling me to write loads and play with my voice a little more on the vocal tracks. You'll hear skeletons of tunes here, no edits, just concepts that I wanted to share to give people listening a taster. Comments in the tunes, like the facebook page and I'll keep you up to date. All much appreciated. Ta :)

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3. The Ghost Series - tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs {Demos}

The Ghost Series - tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs {Demos}

CONNECT @ Facebook In a dusty room an age ago, two hyper-intelligent beings scratched a rough series of tracks into the soul of a dying computer. These tracks perhaps, form the resonant basis of work yet to filter the speaker-wires...the ghosts of these formative tunes appear here for you to listen to. Beats by tr0uble07 / Verbals by Joe Kovacs.

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4. UNTITLED {Demos} - A.I (Israel & Joe Kovacs)

UNTITLED {Demos} - A.I (Israel & Joe Kovacs)

The Artificial Intelligence Demos from Israel (D) & Formula (aka J Kovacs aka xiilabs). Circa 2010.

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5. Days of Plague & Vice {Album Sampler} - Joe Kovacs

Days of Plague & Vice {Album Sampler} - Joe Kovacs

AVAILABLE @ Twelve Labours on Bandcamp or iTunes CONNECT @ Facebook A selection of tunes from the debut 14 track Hip-Hop album by Joe Kovacs aka Peter Mead. Lyrically, Grime-esque New Orleans tracks and apocalyptic love songs share the album's 54 minutes of dense and dirty wordy rants, at the screwed up world Kovacs inhabits. Choruses soak out of the sparser tracks adding crusty melodies and chanted hooks to the layered beats, whilst others drop you into burning eco-sphere where Kovacs stands alone lamenting loves-lost. Musically, Kovacs' production is a tapestry of acoustic samples, live guitar, home-made percussion and traces of jazz, metal, blues, and funk - brought alive by the mixing skills of Germany's Peter Muller. Scrambled library rarities and badly analogue-mashed intros and skits, thread the length of the album, establishing the colour and tone of this twisted world, half a degree or less, away from our own. -- Produced, written, designed by J Kovacs -- Engineered and Mastered by Peter Muller

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6. Twelve Labours

Twelve Labours

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7. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #7}

The Thousand Ark {Prelude #7}

New rough version of a track off the Thousand Ark project

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8. Twelve labours LP snippets

Twelve labours LP snippets

A promo for the debut LP from Sons Phonetic entitled Twelve Labours. Featuring RiRa. 12 tracks of dusty hard hitting beats and heavy flows. All tracks produced by Mook (Rabiah Zaruq) of Sons Phonetic. Don't sleep.

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9. The Ghosts Behind the Universe #1

The Ghosts Behind the Universe #1

A spoken word piece from the project Zero Surveillance (Previously A Search For a Golden Sun) by Peter Mead. Visit the project @ www.zerosurveillance.net -- Original music kindly contributed by John Lemke. ---------------------------------- The Ghosts Behind The Universe #1 ---------------------------------- Certain finishes were forgotten, in times where clogged streets shrieked among the mornings, where time was thick and oozed over our wind-screens. An Age of Misunderstanding.

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10. A Love Song

A Love Song

A spoken word piece from the project A Search For a Golden Sun by Peter Mead. Read the complete poem and visit the project @ www.searchforagoldensun.com -- Original track appears on the album Days of Plague & Vice. --------------------------------------------------------- A Love Song --------------------------------------------------------- I’m crushed by the weight and the enormity, Of this world that’s distorting me, Contorting my chest like a butterfly’s halted metamorphosis, Cornered and caught in the cold and cordoned streets, And forced into the magician’s box before he sawed me in three, I hide my heart beneath a layer of ordinary and orderly, Hoarding more than I need, To protect myself like a fortress from the storms as they seethe in the seas, And when I look at my face reflected in the watery skeins, I see an author staring back awkwardly, that I’m sure isn’t me, But he’s got my stubble covering his jaws and his maudlin cheeks? We’re born interweaved with lust, fortune and greed, Rended impotent jurors in these courtrooms of fiends, And they ignored all my pleas and the chorusing screams, As carousels carried blind riders on white horses with wings, Hung above the unfaltering jaws of enormous machines, And the nights filled with drunk paupers, marauding the streets, And the floors fill with their organs, as storerooms with wheat, And each day a new dawn, for the foremen they greet, To record inordinate portions of lives performed to the beat, Of clocks in glass towers tolling morning to eve, So we sit in the corners, chortle or keen, As the sickly sheened alters grow taller all warped and diseased, While the lessons they preach from the pulpits teach us nought but that war wins out peace, And if we resort to decrees written when men fought with beasts on the mountains’ tallest peaks, We will all become corpses before the autumn of all we could have been, Because we should have learned to restore not defeat, To become our own leaders, not fall at their feet, To summon strength from inside, not steal it from the fallen and meek, And we should have learned to fall in love with the world, not just fuck it then fall back to sleep, Because I am crushed by the weight and the enormity, Of this world that’s distorting me, Contorting my chest like a butterfly’s halted metamorphosis, And I can’t breathe anymore.

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11. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #6}

The Thousand Ark {Prelude #6}

Another rough version of a piece for the Thousand Ark album.

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12. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #2}

The Thousand Ark {Prelude #2}

Welcome to sketches and rough exports from the current music project 'The Thousand Ark'. I'm at a stage where I'm bringing all the collected samples from the city and the night, into finished loops and beats. There's a sound emerging that's really exciting to my ears, it's compelling me to write loads and play with my voice a little more on the vocal tracks. You'll hear skeletons of tunes here, no edits, just concepts that I wanted to share to give people listening a taster. Comments in the tunes, like the facebook page and I'll keep you up to date. All much appreciated. Ta :)

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13. Terror's The Etiquette - Joe Kovacs & Israel {Demos}

Terror's The Etiquette - Joe Kovacs & Israel {Demos}

Israel & Formula (aka Kovacs) present demos from their upcoming album project, under their combined moniker of A.I. The two friends, writers and verbalists spin a set of complex poems and criticisms over the rough head-nodding beats and jagged foundation of tunes-in-the-making. Keep your eyes open for the finished work, sign up to the Twelve Labours Mailing List or watch out for updates on the Soundcloud page.

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14. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #1}

The Thousand Ark {Prelude #1}

Major work in progress. Sketches for an idea at the moment. Was really feeling the vibe of this track though. The verse as you'll hear is just humming, rough ideas for melodies and words. There's another dozen tunes at this stage at the moment, I can hear the whole project coming together.....as always, check Twelve Labours on facebook and I'll keep you in the loop. I'm getting close to finishing writing the main structures for 16 pieces, and soon I'll start playing with the sounds, figuring out the premix and begin tightening concepts.

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15. The Thousand Ark {Prelude #8}

The Thousand Ark {Prelude #8}

I picked a petal from a sleepy knoll then called a friend, "nothing much is happening around here.." or where I'm from, I got an eagle and it's tied to a silken thread I got a question, are we trying to live or seeking death?...

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16. The Thousand Ark (Prelude #9)

The Thousand Ark (Prelude #9)

Who could even analyse, Cooling beams and ammonites, Super men with saddened eyes, Jupiter and Saturn rise, Galvanise our tattered minds, Dynamite in shallow mines, Pacified and hollowed out, I'd swallow night trap the moon tonight...

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17. The Twelve Labours Of Hercules (vocals by Sofia Linblad)

The Twelve Labours Of Hercules (vocals by Sofia Linblad)

Song written for the MatthewTreeProject Bristol. Vocals by Sofia Linblad

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18. W.A.L.T.E.R - Days Of Plague & Vice, Joe Kovacs

W.A.L.T.E.R - Days Of Plague & Vice, Joe Kovacs

AVAILABLE @ Twelve Labours on Bandcamp or iTunes From the 14 track debut hip hop album by Joe Kovacs aka Peter Mead, featuring 360 degree collectors digicase designed & created by Kovacs. -- Produced, written, designed by J Kovacs -- Engineered and Mastered by Peter Muller -------------- LYRICS -------------- Doubtless, double the crowd's stress, Mouthless machines with the awkardest cordless powered heads, Plug in, studying sick societies ugly cousins, Nihlinist violists on the wirelesses searching for solutions for gullible golems in ironless cuffs, Untie their wristsisiss, my pretty pitiless picnickers, Or slit your veins on the rusted bottom edge of those cans of fish instead, Fuck it, the speakers are speechless, the leaders are greedy leaches, Feeding on foetus, Evil is righteous, and Eden is peaceless, Frail wafer ganglion, crepe paper dandelions, Grendals feigning sleep till they wake and grabbed you by your dangled hands, Tangled angled angel eyes, strangled by those bandits lines, Standards of a vacant race living in these changing times, Personal journals from internment in the infernal infernos furnace, Scarecrow asylum silent figure, sunset gyre and gimble, Tip toe the highest lintels till they collapsed an’ fell to the gritted surface, Scratched mythic symbols into flint but couldn’t figure out their purposes, Check mate, the governors are stubbornly muddling the countries doubled feet, Rusted siphon sinking ships till they lie on the mud in the dungeon seas, Calm these hoax alarm bells, trill shrill and threatening, While westerlys beset the sickening foaming green buildings with a fetid wind, I’m a half man half a being with a star plan inside my hard drive, Interlopers asking me to calm down, what I can’t cry? Last night I dreamed of mighty titan robots exploding slums, And ghosts who took control of the young and implanted false memories of a golden sun, The tremendous feats of the mean that meet by the secret fleets, And speak in the tongues of woe and sorrow, Coaxed roman morals into the hollowed vaults of the coma’d bony homes we borrow, While we trudge the hallowed halls beneath the tunnels and the barracks and the priests Apollo’s bow and arrows, The commoners colonise constantly cannoning off the mammaries of their families rings, Circuits of circles and serpent palace kings, Waitress blend the pessimistic memories of yesteryear, With depression and obsessive cheer, until we reel and revel in excessive fear, Regression peer pressure, deer herd ear flicker spectacle, Injection mould the coal mind mines of the lemming swarms into receptacles, Detective skilled familiars deliver invectives and kill with speed, ‘Cause scenes on the TV are selling honey in tins to bees with stds, Bar chart talent is the marriage of sin‘n’greed‘n’lust, Fastidious idiots are fattened like rich kids guinea pigs breeding with no need for love, Feeding on chocolate, greedy engaging in gorging, and glutted on war, Fuck it the system’s all schemas and thievery knotted into a cluttered up ball, Daemons and scholars receiving their logic from the creatures of yore, The jailers are jeering while the coffers of free men fill with coppers and your poor, More is better than less, Culture is no more than the legs of a wino covered and fettered in shit and piss.

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19. Infinity - The Ghost Series [DEMOS], tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs

Infinity - The Ghost Series [DEMOS], tr0uble07 feat. Joe Kovacs

In a dusty room an age ago, two hyper-intelligent beings scratched a rough series of tracks into the soul of a dying computer. These tracks perhaps, form the resonant basis of work yet to filter the speaker-wires...the ghosts of these formative tunes appear here for you to listen to. Beats by tr0uble07 Words by Joe Kovacs --------------- LYRICS --------------- Within my timid inners limits, between the slimmest minutes, A moment lingers like the hissing of a finished lynx, But sweeter than ether or thinners, the smell seizes all my insticts and inners and senses in it, I'm grinning at the image, Little mirror of a moment like a photo finish, Opens up and glimmers whenever I look, Like a safe and I'm pressing the lock, Spinning the stock the handles and cylinders, Filling the million fillaments and nerves, Fibbonacci fractals recur like a dream held willingly I see it vivid, everything, stretched like a memory, When I remember, breathe, and the stress lifts like mists lift with breeze, God's in the rocks, and the shimmered seas, Blue green and all the colour of infinity, I remember these moments like tree rings filling me, Look back and see them spill into my life like a willows seeds, If you fall with an injury, Limping feet, crawl but can't sit or speak, Remember life's little mystery, that life's just a quick reprieve from the dark night's flickered beams, Starlight on peripheries, we all the sons of the sun and it's bitter heat, It's in our heart's beat, our skin and teeth...

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