Great collaboration. Your voices gel really well..

2 voices that rise like the sun as a duet. Nice Manu and Janine.

Thank you, wonderful MOAG. Rest in peace.

The potatoes are sprouting 
and there's no doubting 
Release room can share
but his poems are... crap

Spring has sprung

What’s wrong wit me? (Prod. Iaayz)

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

ER31FI01 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016

No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

Diane, this is DDD, This song, is called Blue Rose Cases, inspired by Gordon Cole, of course. We came up with this one on the 2nd night of our One Eyed Jack's open mic residency. Our friend Deputy Andy Brennan decided to join in on trumpet for this one and it came together perfect. For the record, Andy likes to drink sex on the beach. Diane, this one reminds me of a bullfighter's theme. Cooper & Phillip were on their best behavior this night. Not Stoney though, he was "feisty" and was shut off by the bartender. Diane, the food at One Eyed Jack's leave a lot to be desired. 

Dale Cooper (drums)
DD Danahy (tremolo guitar; lead guitar, snyth) - @darren-d-danahy
Stoney Catcherye (vocals; acoustic guitar; percussion) - @stonecatcherye
Phillip Jeffries (bass guitar)
Andy Brennan - special guest (Trumpet)

Blue Rose Cases

and I put all I had into pleading that case

and when you solve the case
you want relief
you want to close the book
but still to read
in peace

and I put all I had into saving that day
and then tipped my hat and lost my very last case

and when you look my way
you want to see
the clay you molded then
with modern needs
no peace

and I put all I had into pleading that case
and then tipped my hat and lost my very last case

I put all I had into saving that day
and then I tipped my hat and lost my very last case

Blue Rose Cases

C.r.u.s.h
Break the rules,take down the system for eternity
Reflective games are running circles in our serenity
Its the final run of wasted games and lies of tragedy
And now its come to chase the shadows and lose gravity
I call your name but nobodys home
its such a shame when your left alone

I gotta crush....before i crash

Break the rules take down the system
this is over-drive
Shattered life of our existence ..though we gotta stay alive
Without  a cause where are all the rebels and the refugees 
You blown it now and i did ditto in restricted territory

written and produced by Jim manser at averay studio Bristol UK
watch the video on you-tube https://youtu.be/8_s0UIzpX6Q

C.r.u.s.h

Janine is such an amazing writer/melody-maker !
THE ESSENCE : janine levinsOn https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson @janineandtheproblem 
& THE FLUFF : mOag

IT'S YOU THAT I ADORE
Pretty little plaything 
You walked into my door
Exactly like a hundred 
other playthings did before

You wanted to be noticed 
It's safe to say you were
Unlike the hundred other souls 
who for my love do burn

Of all the pretty creatures 
you're the one that I live for
There's no other way to say 
It's you that I adore

Transcendental beauty 
but made of flesh and bone
My heart is captivated 
and it’s yours and yours alone

Tell me that you feel it 
say that you’ll be mine
I’ll kneel before you on the floor
and beg a thousand times

Of all the perfect beings 
you're more perfect than the rest
There's no other way to say 
it's you that I love best

Transcendental beauty 
But made of flesh and bone
My heart is captivated 
and it’s yours and yours alone

Janine LevinsOn w/mOag - it's yOu that I adOre

Misanthropic Protest Song by Amy Fear. My Fault Music 2017.

Misanthropic Protest Song

Our first fully recorded song. Mixed and mastered by GrevusAnjl. Find his incredible music here: https://soundcloud.com/grevusanjl

A huge thank you to GrevusAnjl, not only for mixing and mastering this track, and the endless help and advice he's given us throughout this process, but also for giving us permission to actually tell people he did so. :D

The Single

Somethin' Creepin' (Single)

Buy on Bandcamp

This my first collaboration  here in SC. 
Basic track is composed and recorded by Willfried Hanrath and I played guitar solo afterwards.

Willfried Hanrath -Portland (With Kötösherra, Guitar)

Your Eyes (Acoustic)

A delightful high energy rock number about a lady cop who's just only steps away from catching her man...the man holding the gun...yes folks, he is the one who pulled the trigger on all of those innocent people that she's now about to hunt down! It's game over and there will be justice if she has anything to do with it!

Fix Ya | Music by Christian Moll of Eclectronix | Music & Vocals by REKHA | New Collab April 23rd, 2020

Check out the amazing music of Eclectronix here: https://soundcloud.com/eclectronix

Fix Ya - Music & Lyrics by REKHA

Baby you 
Are the one
I've been wait-waitin' for you
Babe I'm makin' me so...

I'm gonna get you
Cuz' you are my man 
Don't you know that
I'm gonna find-ind you
Cuz' you're the one-uhn
You, you, you are the one
Holdin' that gun
And I'm goin' to get ya-ah-ah

Imrprov-Oh

I'm gonna get you-oo
You're the one
I'm gonna get-cha
Get-cha, get-cha, real soon
You'll never get away with it
You are the one holdin' that gun
I'm gonna hunt you down
Like a lady killer, psycho killer

I'm gonna get you-you
There's gonna be justice
There's gonna be justice
There is gonna be justice
For all the wrong you've been 
Doin', doin', doin'
To all the innocent

And you are the one for me-ee
Can't you see you've gotta stop runnin'

Improv-Oh

I'm gonna get ya, get ya
And when I get ya, I'm gonna
Fix ya, fix ya, fix ya real good
You won't getting away with it
No, you won't get away with it
Holdin' that gun, Y-O-U
I'm gonna fix Y-O-U
UHN

Original Photo, Graphic & Cover Art Design by REKHA Iyern [Fe]
Original Instrumental Music Composed & Produced by Christian Moll in Italy
All Lead & Back Vocals, Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by REKHA Iyern [Fe] in CANADA

Fix Ya

YouTube

FIX YA | Music/Eclectronix | Music & Lyrics/REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | ROCK | April 23rd/2020 | YT Video

Coolllll lab with TMDS aka Allston Basement
music - @themagneticdogsisters
link to instrumental https://soundcloud.com/allstonbasement1987/breaker_original-instrumental
lyrics, voice - Fornicata

The Magnetic Dog Sisters & Fornicata - Breaker

Man Falls Off The Horse

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

Who knows what's going on when the paws start twitching and the whiskers go into overdrive. Then the rapid motions subside and all is calm - for a while.
(Photo: our boss Daisy Rascal  - en repose)

Cat Sleeping #1

Bad keys, shaky shakers, 
acoustic and tremolo guitars... 
I try to not grill ALL of these ingredients
ALL of the time... but it’s hard.

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