Ovro

Or, my letter to those who think “AI art” is better and “doesn't need so much meaningless work”.

“I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry for your loss of the feeling of wonder, of excitement, of the feeling of something that did not exist before taking form because you created it with your mind and your hands.

I'm sorry for your loss of feeling frustrated, not quite there yet.

I'm sorry for your loss of the will to grow, to learn, to can, to do and be better.

I am really sorry for your loss.”

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Originally a reply to this post

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I am the Final Word Moving through the universe From mouth to mouth Rumour speed Light has nothing on me

I am the Final Word On tips of every tongue Rolling easy Finding all who speak

I am the Final Word Tying all tongues The End of spoken world

I am the Final Word Cleansing the Universe

I am the Final Word

#Poetry

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Summer of 2025. Filed under: long and dry. Except for all the rain, and all the crying.

In a month flat From wanted to an un-. From erotic to esoteric, and... somewhat ethereal.

(One starvin' artist, Now 30% less!* * in weight not in value, may contain emotional damage.)

Disintegrated, completely Reconfigured, mostly Knowing now, I am me not an minus one.

Summer of 2025. Filed under: done.

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In the mind of my mind there's a reptile it's the mind that my kind will not hide Everytime it's on fire it's erectile Biding time hiding time biting mind

Opened my black eye Let out my reptile

Took the seed took a peek through the key-hole Used the key swam the sea of my soul burst my heart tore apart all my learned roles climbed the three to be free of my fouls

Will you use your third eye if I show how open mind open wide do it now Are you content to be just a pet cow or the worst do you thirst to be sow

Open your black eye Let out the reptile

Behind your deep mind is a reptile its the kind that your mind tries to hide if you try you will find it's erectile put to use you can't lose if you try

In the mind of my mind there's a reptile it's the mind that my mind will not hide it's allright it's all mine it's erectile riding mind hiding time pr'vidin' pride

Opened my black eye Let out my reptile

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Happy go lucky kind of song (or what counts as happy go lucky for an Ovro track) about the benefits of listening to your reptile brain once in a while, never released.

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content warning for foul language here!

This little Piggy went to market, This little Piggy stayed at home, This little Piggy had roast beef, This little Piggy had none.

This little Piggy joined the army,¨ got fried to crisp bacon in a far-away land.

This little Piggy met the wrong kind of people, got all narked up and became a crack whore, selling his little pink ass for $ 5 a pop.

This little Piggy found Jesus and lived in constant fear of Hell, shouting Fire & Brimstone on street corners.

This little Piggy became a rune-toting skinhead, he beat up the Jesus-freak, not knowing they both shared a secret passion for the crack-whore piggy-boy...

This little Piggy grew up to be a real Pig, he became a corrupted cop he saw the skinhead beating the jesus-freak but did nothing, serves the hippy right he thought and went back home to the little sow who had none.

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Final track on Ten., released as an instrumental because, well, you read the lyrics…

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like swarm of locusts she razes the world from blood and wardust conjures the word

blood thickens, quickens rushes to you head you're willing, eager (soon) conquered in her bed

she saw you dreaming of being the beast the air is steaming get down on your knees

you're ridden, hidden lost in her veils see only scarlet learn pleasures and pains

transformed and cleaming you stand at the door no longer dreaming fulfilling the law

you rise up, wisened hawk-head held high arched, pleased she stars up her sky

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Thelemic song about initiation, performed once by Hæretici 7o74 at Lumous Gothic festival, Tampere. Never released.

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I think that's about the time I met the loner, Mr. Friend-Seeker. I wasn't looking for anybody, but he was and how he was. He was so lonely and told me, he couldn't understand. I thought he looked tame, good-natured, well-meaning. The kind of man that every mother dreams of. I took notice of him and I felt pity, and I made myself available. Offered my shoulder to cry on, you know. He took up on the offer and I felt pity. He came to me and just didn't go away. You do not understand...

At first – at first we had fun. Went out, we danced, we laughed, partied. I didn't see what was going on in his mind, I didn't realize. He was always there. Where ever I turned, he was there, he was breathing down my neck.He was always so eager to see me, but he always wanted more and it felt suffocating. So... I tried to avoid him, but it made everything worse. I tried to avoid him, but it made things worse.

When I first met him, I had a vision in a glass of darkness. He was looking in the mirror and his reflection turned away. Now I know why. His image knew what was in him. I only saw a glimpse through the cracks. Then the cracks widened, it all poured down on me.

These days I don't go anywhere. I don't dance, I don't talk, my laugh is a bit different. These days I don't go anywhere. There's nowhere to go. I may laugh different, my smile may be twisted. I may laugh differently, but he can't laugh at all anymore

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Another way of telling this kind of story was The Lonely One, but this was what ended up on Id|entities. This version drew inspiration from a real life Friend-Seeker I had encountered, who followed me everywhere (mostly digitally) and who I ended up treating badly just to get myself back.

It is not a part of my life I look back on with any kind of pride, but that loner broke something in me that’s taken years to rebuild. They were very much trying to push me into their mold, trying to make me the me they had built an idealized image of (an image real me could never live up to). If only I saw the error of my existence and changed!

My somewhat creepy video for Loner is on YT. Some day I’ll get around to switching to PeerTube, I swear!

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I am unkempt underdog I've seen world's unclean underbelly but I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order.

I'm howling at my moon sign how high ya think my star shines? Bark back dark banks of Black River Oh, mine is Sirius business.

Hey you one-armed wonder kids I know your cheats and pony tricks how you binariously bask in your black/white brain-cave disorder.

I sneer at the so-called snobs, those self-satisfying slobs, say Hefty Dark Lords in the cellars Oh, Light Knights in blinding armour.

All bridled to their idols, clinging to their little egos and their mental vir-gi-ni-ty when I'm in their vi-ci-ni-ty

Oh, you one-viewed wonder brains pour bleach inyer ear-tunnel drains Talking dirty cause smart's too hard 'though everything is all there is

They're grasping at their blinders clutching to their little egos couchging curses, enlightment wholesale missing marbles, thinking balls are brains

Yeah, those Dark Lords in their cellars oh, them Light Knights in blinding armour Seeing world with one eye only 'though everything is all there is.

But I'm the unkempt underdog I've cleaned world's unclean underbellies cause I'm ambidextrously armed with old-time occidental order.

#lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Track labeled Underdog can be found on Id|entities, but it is an instrumental one. What is this tomfoolery? Are they different songs? Nope, they are the same song, I just couldn’t hear anybody (including myself) doing the vocals I had written, so I just left them out. Art moves in mysterious ways sometimes.

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keep quiet stay quiet

you're just a voice in my head you're just a voice of the dead

stay quiet be quiet

you're just a voice from the past you're just a voice that won't last

be quiet keep quiet

I keep my secrets shackled I keep my lovers boxed in

keep quiet stay quiet

your manhood on my mantelpiece your flesh cubed, wrapped in plastic perfectly preserved

stay quiet be quiet

your liver cut,friend an' served your guts fed to stray dogs

be quiet keep quiet

your heart dried fin'lly true size friends found you tasteless

keep quiet stay quite

your hide tanned sold on market little baggies made of skin

stay quiet be quiet

your bones bleached hung out to dry i hid them in plain sight

be quiet die quiet

stay in the box I put you in stay in your plastic wrappers

do not make me come and get you do not make me come and cut you

again

you just wait 'till I get home

die quiet keep quiet

  #lyrics #poetry #DarkAmbient  

Background info

Shut-off is a sister track to Absent, with both appearing on Id|entities. Of all the different voices and stories on that album, Shut-off and Absent definitely happen in the same universe. With the others one can speculate about but these two leak into each others, include voices from each others and tell two sides of the same story. Whether there are two or just one body containing the voices – that I leave for the listener to decide.

The video for Shut-off was fun to film and got me some worried looks in Tampere train station.

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you had nothing left to offer so you came to me

you sold your soul already your hide auctioned to the lowest bidder your body just a piece of cheap meat

i'm gonna mold you like fresh clay press you into my mold make you a hollow container pour my thoughts into you make them yours

i'm going to burn you in my furnace with you my willing victim my own private holocaust

#poetry #lyrics #darkambient

Background Info

One of the more questionable voices on Id|entities is speaking and their plan does not sound good.

I made this track a music video in 2011, so it is more like a demo video..

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