Loving this song Dear Manuel and Dan! Wonderful vocal harmonies! Super sounding guitar parts XOXOXO

Psychedelic for sure. Some otherworldly soaringly bright vibes going on

Love it. Great anthem, awesome voice & music performance. Proper band music

otra vez descubro una pieza tuya de anos atras que tiene tanto encanto Manuel  -- la letra es muy poetica -- es como leer a Garcilaso!!!

Excellent progression and mood, great vocals and vocal melody!

Never Red Moon Rise

Phoenix Lights

Back in February we recorded a jam session that we liked, so we decided to revisit it for BTV. If you'd like to see the whole "TV show", it's here: https://youtu.be/V_le5F-l08w

If you'd like to see just this performance: https://youtu.be/MrHsnaD2nsg

BTV (Buddhagaya TV) is a throwback to retro MTV streamed live from Tokyo. If you're a band/artist who'd like to send us a video, let us know!

Live Studio Session of "Space Raga" for BTV

Struggling to extricate yourself from some awful mess of life and circumstance (relationship?)Free? Feels like it, sometimes, until freedom starts to feel an awful lot like falling down. Still, whatever we choose, the choice to be free, to soar, to coast, or to fall down, is in your hands.

* I always loved Tom Petty and his Free Fallin'. Maybe that was in the back swirling around.?

                                                Free, Falling Down

I’m free… falling down…I’m free…falling down
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way,  good to be giving it up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings

As autumn falls and the leaves do curl
Throw this drowning man… a heavy stone…
A heavy stone
Ah summoning the North winds, a hard brick in soft felt
The world has lungs…that are fit to burst
The world is a mighty fist…in your hands
The world is a fragile fist …in your hands…in your hands!

In your hands… Whoa! 
(Im free…falling down)
It’s in your hands … Whoa!
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way, good to be giving this up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings.

Well who made the world mad?
Was it us? That twisted the five fingers of continents?
Fingers of continents
Hold the world for what it’s worth, 
Don’t let your spoon stir the pot…in reverse

In your hands…In your hands   (I’m free)
It’s in your hands…

Wigmore-: Music, guitars, chorus lyrics, lead vocals (chorus)/backing vocals, mixing,production
Allen:  bass, lyrics for verses, vocals (verses)/backing vocals

Test It To Destruction

Free, Falling Down

Does your imaginary friend dream?

“I wage you are a fool in waiting
I cannot venture out from under
The umbrella of my imagination
Into the rain of reality without you.
Gather around me… Have I been sleeping?
Have I been dreaming? Chasing shadows
The silken shadows of existence.
You were the only one present
As I performed my habitual rituals”

Imaginary Friends

unearthed 2018 🤠 ... dusted 😤 ... uploaded 2022 🥱😴🥱😫😯🥵 !!!
"New Radio🐣Edit 2022" > durch den Fleischwolf gedreht by Groovecalibur

< Original Version > performed by MatiniOh (2009)
> taken from the EP "Bright Future (2009)"

Bright🌞Future (Anything Will Do!) [New Radio🐣Edit 2022]

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

A recent collection of work that's been an enlightening yet strange journey over the past couple of months. Are we antennas picking up and channeling something outside of our own lines? Or, are we just restless and mad people banging on things to fill up the spaces, or both?

Unknown Address

Reflections of intuition IV

Missing You

Second collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/progrockdan1 *, consisting on my immersion into one of his complex proposals for several weeks, and successful? survival by means of inspiration, my guitar & one of my few old sonnets. 

* https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/ella-huyo-she-fled

LETRA/LYRICS:

Sonidos de ayer  /  Yesterday sounds

Este cielo negro de suaves alas,  /  This black sky with soft wings,
que hoy de mi frugal sueño es techumbre,  /  which today for my frugal dream is a roof,
en este vasto mar, allá en su cumbre,  /  in this vast sea, there up its top,
hallo para mi anhelo puerto y calas.  /  I find for my longing port and coves.
 
Este oscuro manto que se ilumina  /  This dark mantle that is illuminated
con titileos de almas de cristal,  /  by clinkings of crystal souls,
trae a mi mente recuerdos sin mal  /  brings to my mind memories without evil
y otros tristes vientos de dura espina.  /  and other sad winds of hard thorn.
 
Mas es la pálida luz de la luna,  /  However is the pale moonlight,
corazón sin latido en este cielo,  /  heart without beat in this sky,
quien con sus mudos cánticos me acuna.  /  who with its mute chants cradles me.
 
Ella, álgida burbuja de hielo,  /  It, culminating bubble of ice,
me trae sonidos de ayer; la luna  /  brings me sounds of yesterday; the moon
me amanece. Y sonrío. Y vuelo.  /  dawns me. And I smile. And I fly.

ER00EC13

Sonidos de ayer (with ProgRockDan1)

About half of my late comments don't remain on the songs... sorry, my listened...

Come see what's new: https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions

Amateur composer, home musician, sharing music, feedback and support thru the cloud. Previously poet and songwriter, now exploring the edges of modern music.

These demos (click on titles for lyrics & +info) are intended to be played with/by a super group, someday ;) meanwhile I offer myself for compositions, deconstructions, and general spoiling of any idea you have...

Sonidos de ayer (with ProgRockDan1)

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