Who Is Paula

Label founded and run by whø? - operating from Berlin, Germany.

Who Is Paula tells the story of the enigmatic figure called Paula.
Each release reveals a bit more of the world of Paula.

WIP001

Paula left crossing each river twice, knowing there would be nothing to come back to and on the way each of her steps continuously sonicated and extruded to finally collapse into the emptiness she once came from.

WIP002

Paula proceeded to question each dot down that wave and each answer led her back cross the river, up the ruler which measured her life.

WIP003

Paula took a trip. And as she was walking on clouds, beautiful clouds, hovering through kaleidoscopic forests and gliding through multicolored reefs, she couldn’t help but cry.
In glee, in absolute enchantment. And when she had to leave, all that was left were Shades of Acid. And dry tears, tears of joy.

WIP004

Paula said: there are words they tried to print, there are thoughts they tried to speak, there are pictures you cannot show, photos you cannot snap and lyrics that you cannot sing. Think as I think, she said, see as I see, I kiss your thoughts, I kiss your dreams, I leave my steps upon your reality.

WIP005

Paula heads outside in the dark. Touch and release, fingers probe searching for the unknown and return to the glove, still there for me and you.
It's ours to preserve!

WIP006

Paula looked into the mirror, when logic and proportion have fallen apart, white fog lifting and falling, glimpsed thru mullioned glass, crawling around her face like a thousand micrograms of bleeps, far above the moon.
Is it real or an illusion?

WIP007

Paula counted down as time cracked open.
Thoughts bled colors.
Reality flickered, then vanished.

WIP008

Paula looked at her arms to see skin start to shimmer,
limbs stretching, shapes shifting as the weight of her old self passed like a wave.
She soared through the open window,
metamorphed, shapeless, but a sonic whole.

WIP009

Paula revels in the ocean of space.
Each star a story, each galaxy a poem, Paula's spirit danced among them, forever changed by the celestial ballet.
Her soul feels at home among the constellations.

WIP010

Paula lay down, listened to her veins, felt her heart pumping.
And as electrons rushed through her arteries, it suddenly dawned on her:
It doesn’t need royal blood to be a queen.
Just acid.

WIP011

Electron waves rise high.
Paula's eyes half open, heart pounding, as she seeks the line, carving through the curving crown.
And as the sine collapses she exits as one.

WIP012

“What do you mean? Not everyone sees music in colors?” Paula whispered.
She froze. Tears filled her eyes and trickled down her cheeks
as she realized the rainbow symphonies she had always thought were universal had belonged to her alone.
The song was blue, purple, and yellow.