Sometimes I really feel like losing my mind.
Sometimes I really feel like losing my mind.
Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.
Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.
Psycho Arabesque cuts where I feed my inner keko.
Psycho Arabesque cuts where I feed my inner keko.
Characters from the "Zabba" album. Deep, surface, floating in between.
Characters from the "Zabba" album. Deep, surface, floating in between.
While experimenting… we kinda lost ourselves.
While experimenting… we kinda lost ourselves.
What happened to me the second I got back from Thailand.
What happened to me the second I got back from Thailand.
A dubstep feast in Mardin.
A dubstep feast in Mardin.
From one melody to 30 tracks, and a long visual journey.
From one melody to 30 tracks, and a long visual journey.
Too much stress makes kidney stones. Stones turn into songs. Songs give birth to clips.
Too much stress makes kidney stones. Stones turn into songs. Songs give birth to clips.
Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.
Experiments, effort, struggle around Zehuk’s core. I think this is our road.
From one melody to a ridiculous audio-visual trip.
From one melody to a ridiculous audio-visual trip.
If I had a studio, I’d put sculptures like this at the entrance. Would I? I would. Fuck it.
If I had a studio, I’d put sculptures like this at the entrance. Would I? I would. Fuck it.
Long, long journeys born from a single track.
Long, long journeys born from a single track.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
I re-imagined some tracks, more rhythmic, more ritual.
My sweet heart keeps drifting toward this kind of work. And damn, it feels nice.
My sweet heart keeps drifting toward this kind of work. And damn, it feels nice.
I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
I treat string instruments like vocals. Not knowing isn’t shame. Not saying what’s inside is.
A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.
A blue carpet, a blond kid, and weird, weird dreams.
If steel walls wrapped the western horizon… you still don’t know how stubborn I can get.
If steel walls wrapped the western horizon… you still don’t know how stubborn I can get.
Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?
Think about it: it’s 2044 and you’re still eating döner. Is that really right? What if we had stuff like this instead?
One day I went to Pai. Sat on a veranda. Then this happened to me.
One day I went to Pai. Sat on a veranda. Then this happened to me.
"Djerhuks" karakterlerinden yola çıkan, yepyeni bir dünya. Burdan bize Zehuk olur...
"Djerhuks" karakterlerinden yola çıkan, yepyeni bir dünya. Burdan bize Zehuk olur...
One day a tiny light will appear in the fog. And it’ll be damn sweet.
One day a tiny light will appear in the fog. And it’ll be damn sweet.
One day some wild shit will happen. Look at the state we’ll be in. Halos. Lights.
One day some wild shit will happen. Look at the state we’ll be in. Halos. Lights.
That storm of excitement right before crossing to the other side.
That storm of excitement right before crossing to the other side.
If you ever wander the streets of London, remember me, yeah?
If you ever wander the streets of London, remember me, yeah?
Sometimes a little talk is enough. Sometimes two grams of paint is enough. Sometimes nothing is enough for anyone.
Sometimes a little talk is enough. Sometimes two grams of paint is enough. Sometimes nothing is enough for anyone.
When you hear Mardin, what pops up in your head? I get things like this.
When you hear Mardin, what pops up in your head? I get things like this.
You know this much is enough for me… where’s that yellow acrylic?
You know this much is enough for me… where’s that yellow acrylic?
Some things heal the soul. This isn’t exactly that. But it’s got a brain.
Some things heal the soul. This isn’t exactly that. But it’s got a brain.
Saz and vocals, where I threw up the trouble I couldn’t even explain.
Saz and vocals, where I threw up the trouble I couldn’t even explain.
I tried to start from my comrade’s dreams… and the story ended up here.
I tried to start from my comrade’s dreams… and the story ended up here.
You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.
You can’t resurrect the dead. They’re happy like that. They’re fine. They’re good.
The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.
The beginning of everything. If your feet keep leaving the ground, this is what it turns into.
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.
Only four pens in front of me, four colors. I started drawing lines with each one.
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
I shattered the identity I gave my soul to, with heavy black pencil strokes.
Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.
Let’s sit by the fire. Open the wine. Close our eyes, give ourselves to the ritual, drift away.
The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.
The dervishes in my heart, chasing the flavors they worship.
Deep down we all want to visit the land of purples one day. Nobody wants to admit it.
Deep down we all want to visit the land of purples one day. Nobody wants to admit it.
Hang around La Boca’s colorful streets long enough… this can happen easily.
Hang around La Boca’s colorful streets long enough… this can happen easily.
Until I got out of there, I fought wars even in my sleep. Damn you, city of mine.
Until I got out of there, I fought wars even in my sleep. Damn you, city of mine.
Zehuk’s core. Melody-first, instrumental, experimental tracks.
Zehuk’s core. Melody-first, instrumental, experimental tracks.
After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.
After a few Amsterdam hits, silhouettes started showing up, slowly.
I have a dream, boys. Thieves with lightbulbs up their asses. Empty shoe boxes. Hurt people, still hopeful…
I have a dream, boys. Thieves with lightbulbs up their asses. Empty shoe boxes. Hurt people, still hopeful…
As a kid I always dreamed of flying. Every time: a new place, a new scenario.
As a kid I always dreamed of flying. Every time: a new place, a new scenario.
