This section presents the work of the composer R.O.T. Barsch, found in a waterlogged notebook stranded on the shoreline of a mid-Atlantic island. Of the composer, nothing beyond his or her initials and name are known. Their musical style has been described as “somehow simultaneously wet behind the ears and washed up.” As more works are deciphered, they will be added here.
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A pleasant afternoon commute set to music, intended for a wind quartet. Reminiscent of the background music in classic SimCity?
A forbidding stricture of 20th Century philosophy, to be sung with gusto.
Text: Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus 7, own translation.
What we cannot speak of we must pass in silence,
we must pass in silence whereof we cannot speak.
What we cannot speak of we must pass in silence,
we must pass in silence whereof we cannot speak.Wovon man nicht sprechen kann,
davon muss man schweigen.
Was sich überhaupt sagen lässt,
lässt sich klar sagen.
Annuntio vobis gaudium magnum; cantum habemus!
Laetitiam facit; harmoniam donat; diu cantemus!Vita nostra brevis est; brevi finietur.
Voce clara canamus dum vocem habemus.Annuntio vobis gaudium magnum; cantum habemus!
Laetitiam facit; harmoniam donat; diu cantemus!Floreat melodia!
Floreat harmonia!
Floreat rhythmus!
Floreat musica!Floreant artes nostrae!
Floreat poesis nostra!
Floreant vitae nostrae!
Musica floreat!
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Music and original text by Brandon Seah, copyright 2026, released under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 licence. This means you are free to share and adapt the material, so long as the author is credited, it is not for commercial use, and any derivative works are shared under the same licence.
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