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Module name : Cosmological Journey >BW<
Module type : Impulse Tracker 2.14 IT 2.14
Module length: 16 patterns
Patterns : 11
Instruments : 6
Samples : 34
Channels : 10 [ 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 8 ]
Duration : 2min09s
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01 Roland SCC-1 piano set 40 1800 A-- 04 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 00
[02] 40 40 +100 +28 Pff 01
[03] 40 40 +100 +28 Pff 02
[04] 40 40 +100 +28 Pff 03
02 High Strings 40 1000 --- 01 [01] 40 20 +127 +10 Pff 04
03 Flute Strings 40 0e00 --P 01 [01] 40 40 +100 +16 Pff 05
04 Moog Bass 2d 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +110 +16 Pff 06
05 Drumset 40 0000 --- 04 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 07
[02] 40 30 +000 +00 Pff 08
[03] 40 20 +000 +00 Pff 09
[04] 40 20 +000 +00 Pff 0a
06 Chirping Birds 40 0000 --- 01 [01] 40 40 +000 +00 Pff 0b

> Cosmological Journey - by Bobby "Blackwolf" Tamburrino
>
> Definition of Cosmological Journey: Finding the truth about
> yourself
>
> This song is something I wrote as background music to an American
> Literature project about Walt Whitman. My part of the group project was
> to show how Whitman's poetry was lyrical. So, I wrote this song to go
> behind my "spoken word" reading of the poem during our report.
>
> This song is called Cosmological Journey because that was our
> Engilsh professor's favorite concept. I got a B in the course, even
> though I was 30 minutes late to the final exam.
>
> The following is the poem that I read over this song.
>
> Out Of The Cradle Endlessly Rocking - Walt Whitman
>
> Out of the cradle endlessly rocking,
> Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle,
> Out of the Ninth-month midnight,
> Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child
> leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot,
> Down from the shower'd halo,
> Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they
> were alive,
> Out from the patches of briers and blackberries,
> From the memories of the bird that chanted to me,
> From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and
> fallings I heard,
> From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with
> tears,
> From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist,
> From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease,
> From the myriad thence-arous'd words,
> From the word stronger and more delicious than any,
> From such as now they start the scene revisiting,
> As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing,
> Borne hither, ere all eludes me, hurridly,
> A man, yet by these tears a little boy again,
> Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves,
> I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter,
> Taking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them,
> A reminiscence sing..

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