If you do not already appreciate the marvel of biological engineering found in life forms on Earth, and the inherent “harmony” of the physical universe, this sound recording may give you an new perspective.
Crickets have a short life span compared to humans. A composer by the name of Jim Wilson recorded the sound of crickets and then slowed down the recording to the relative equivalent of the human lifespan. The crickets sound like they are singing the most beautiful chorus of a human voice choir, in perfect harmony. Though you may think it is human voices, everything you hear in this recording is in-fact crickets themselves!
This recording contains two tracks played at the same time: The first is the natural sound of crickets played at regular speed while the second is the slowed down version of crickets’ voices.
Whistling Past The Graveyard, by Tom Waits. (Covered by Screamin’ Jay Hawkins)
“Well I come in on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
and I busted up a chifforobe
way out by the cocomo
cooked up a mess a mulligan
and got into a fight.
Whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyes jack.
You probably seen me sleepin’
out by the railroad tracks
go on and ask the prince of darkness
what about all thet smoke
come from the stack
sometimes I kill myself a jackel
suck out all the blood
steal myself a stationwagon
drivin’ through the mud
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one-eyed jack.
I know you seen my headlights
and the honkin’ of my horn
I’m callin’ out my bloodhounds
chase the devil through the corn
last night I chugged the mississippi
now that suckers dry as a bone
born in a taxi cab
I’m never comin’ home
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack
myeyes have seen the glory
of the drainin’ og the ditch
Ionly come to baton rouge
to find myself a witch
I’m-mona snatch me up a
couple of em every time itrains
you see a locomotive
probably thinkin’ its a train
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m a mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.
what you think is the sunshine
is just a twinkle in my eye
that ring around my fingers
just the 4th of july
when I get a little bit lonesome
and a tear falls from my check
theres gonna be an ocean in
the middle of the week.
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
i’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack
I rode into town on a night train
with an arm full of box cars
on the wings of a magpie
cross a hooligan night
i’m-ona tear me off a rainbow
and wear it for a tie
I never told the truth
so I can never tell a lie
whistlin’ past the graveyard
steppin’ on a crack
I’m mean motherhubbard
papa one eyed jack.
Mark Gober (visit his website) began an exploration of the unresolved scientific puzzle: how and why does consciousness exist? In Mark’s book “An End to Upside Down Thinking,”he summarizes some of the voluminous scientific evidence which suggests that consciousness is not generated by nor confined to the brain. A major focus of this evidential summary is the amazing abundance of scientific studies, dating back more than half a century, into psychic phenomena, such as telepathy, ESP and precognition.
Animation created in Flash and After Effects looking at mans relationship with the natural world.
Music: In the Hall of the Mountain King by Edvard Grieg.
“Hall of the Mountain King” Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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