Ziwahatan x Nowbodhi - Missing Time (For Barney & Betty Hill)
North they'd flown;
a long drive home
White Mountain
road winding
High bright light
night eyes blinding
Trailing after
tracking close
nervous laughter
nerves exposed
shrieking silence
something knows
first the headlights
engine dies
quiet stripes
a starry sky
Missing time
gone in the mist
crime of my mind
the visitors insist
Open skies
Watching eyes
Missing time
amplifies
Wake me
Take me
out of this car
and through the stars
distant climes
Missing time
Corridors white
Ice blue light
wordless voices
endless night
hidden shadows
empty eyes
right into my mind
he pries
Maps of stars
and constellations
hypnotize mind alterations
minimize kind explanations
Shut your eyes
count to ten
is where we are
where we have been?
atomized
agonized
a knowable unknown
Missing time
amorphous pain
Missing time
can't explain
Silver light
silent flight
Missing time
days of night
Road still waiting
clock still turning
sanity breaking
dreams returning
Stars flash
no more wishing
memories crash
time is missing
Missing time
they remembered
line by line
days dismembered
Veil of darkness
Trail of fear
Missing time
hours or years
Missing time
but they're still here
Ziwahatan x Nowbodhi - Missing Time (for Barney & Betty Hill)
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collaboration between Ziwahatan & Nowbodhi in the realm of AI generated music
lyrics & hypnosis session remastering by Nowbodhi, July-September 2026
41 MB FLAC/direct link
Yes, sorry for my absence but there's a lot happening, including the 65th anniversary of the first known incident of claimed alien abduction. My husband, who does AI music, and I collaborated with The Machine on this song to commemorate the occasion, but since I wanted to collaborate with it and not just prompt it, we essentially did a thing where we generated several versions of the song and I stitched them all up in Audacity to sound like one unified piece, with the Barney Hill hypno-audio -- still real fuckin' terrifying 65 years later -- stirred in to give the thing an edge suitable to such an experience. I also wrote the words, wordy fucker that I am.
I've got a few things stacked up for the end of September as I make my return from summer vacation... kind of like Betty & Barney Hill were making their way back home after their little Montreal weekend, only to run into a little Grey Area...-J.
6.28.1919 - 10.17.2004 7.20.1922 - 2.25.1969