The gems

a private collection of dreamy songs I stumbled across while searching for the meaning of small ants and stuff that are intriguing in our life and the things we hold dear and the preciseness of getting the perfect steak on the barbecue.

Unicorns and shit is not here at all, they are in the meadow grazing.

Trippy Dreaming Journeys - MEGA FLUFF

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Most Played By My Disciples ( The Fans )

Stars

P.O.E.T.

Serpentine

Seraphim Song

Cave

Lyrics

It’s a dark cave, and it swallows you up
Carribean waves, bold and seductive
Majestically they try to lure you
You’d like to go but they’d engulf you

“I want my peace”, is what he says with a grimace and frown 
His head bows down
“If it wouldn’t have been for you bastards I’d be long gone”

The sunlight can seem so cynical
It’s kindness you take as hypocritical 
Personally I’d like to avoid strife
But go ahead and make an opera of your life

Asylum

Fire Dance

Old Timer's Eulogy

You Aint Hearing Me

This is an oldie, from 2016 !!!
Re-released for the Halloween season !!!

ENJOY !!!

Descendants Of The Devil : ft. Will $teel & Leo Killz - Kush Klan - ( prod. Dark User )

Melomania

Jabberwock

ANOTHER ONE BAHAAAW ! i gotta keep myself busy somehow ..... these tracks i have produced quite some time ago ..... i figured i should get out what i have so far 
mistakes
and all.........cause you never know 🤟🙏💙🖤💜🙏🤟
MUCH LOVE TO Y'ALL 
XOXOXO 

KRAE - 'SOAR' -(PROD. BY & VOCALS BY KENNA-RAE SET 12121

The 1969 plays dub keys, stereo delay piano, electric fuzz and wah guitar, bass guitar, strings/ custom melodica plug-ins and mystical mantra chanting. Additional loops include tanpura, dub reggae sound fx and Hindi vocal samples. The awesome Billy Martin as always is the in-house loop drummer. 
Happy Summer Festivals 2019 to everyone, make it count... like Woodstock '69!

Produced and mixed by The 1969. Mastered by The 1969. Recorded April 2019.

Woodstock

Illuminati

For a long time he spoke
Chosen words coiling
Their ears turned to him like flowers toward the sun
Yes, I was among them

He cleanses their minds
They're content to hand over
the heavy reins of their heavy lives
There is warmth within the hive

Within the herd there is sweet security

They gazed upon him and I looked the other the way
He saw among the sea of eyes the side of my face 
I was summoned up to the altar before his knee
He whispered, "I don't tolerate anyone doubting me."

The power in his eyes 
to bestow and overthrow
all their many minds mere pages for him to read and turn
Their glazed attention - 
that of unlit windows, 
rows of mirrors 
the boiling of blood 
turned mild as milk

How smooth and free to be 

They gazed upon him and I looked the other way 
He saw among the sea of eyes the side of my face 
I was summoned up to the altar before his knee
He whispered, "I don't tolerate anyone doubting me" 
He whispered, "I don't tolerate anyone doubting me" 
He whispered, "I don't tolerate anyone doubting me"

Cultsong

VIDEO on https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZOnlsSPLHjM

Iam Tripping (Killing The Vibe EP 2020)

Lovely composition by Nic. Guitars added by Admiral Krank. I hope I've done it justice.

https://soundcloud.com/nicklasf
https://soundcloud.com/user-248282456

Coronationwide- Collab with Nic and Natt Brus

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaH3m-yQbFk

surfer girl dreams
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hello surfer girl, it’s a good thing comin’
where have you been? 
in the southern wind
back again?
it’s a good thing comin’

hey surfer girl, where have you been?
it’s a cool thing comin’ in the summer wind
and it’s a sweet dream that’s happenin’
well it’s a good thing comin’

hey surfer girl, how have you been?
it’s a good thing comin’ when it’s happenin’
and it’s a southern wind blowing through
your sweet dream

hey surfer girl, where have you been?
it’s a clear dive down to the water within
your sweet dream that you’re swimmin’ in
feels good again

hey surfer girl, where have you been?
it’s a slow burn down to the fire within
your sweet spells that you’re chantin’ in
feel real again

hey surfer girl, how have you been?
it’s a good thing blowin’ in the summer wind
and those sweet smells that you’re breathing in…
it’s a good thing comin’

hey surfer girl, where have you been?
it’s a deep sleep now that you’re sinking 
into your sweet dreams that you’re swimming in
 feel good again

hey surfer girl,  how have you been?
it’s a deep sleep now that you’re sinking 
into your sweet truth that you’re swimming in 
feel good

hey surfer girl, where you have been?
it’s a good thing blowin’ in the southern wind, 
and those sweet smells that you’re breathing in…
it’s a good thing comin’ ...

Surfer Girl Dreams

Summoning

As there was no one and the sum of all was none.
The summoner started to hum out a summoning to all.
Eons passed and slowly summoners began gravitating.
The platantain and the stain connecting and befriending.
The summoners and the summoner of the summoners.
Summoning.

Organ, Drums, Bass - Monkey Blood Lowdown 
Lead Vocals, Lyrics - Barthaarschneider
Backing Vocals, Harmony Vocals - Nic
Rhythm and lead guitars - Admiral Krank

Greatest Hits

Summoner of the Summoners

Summoner Of The Summoners

When in Tasmania, Natt hanged out with his girlfriend Fanny Assingham and a surfer dude called Ginger. We don't know if it was because of his red hair or the fact that he over consumed ginger root beer.
The legend says that Fanny took off with Ginger and a case of root beer but no one knows for sure. The only thing that we do know is that Ginger ended up very sadly in the jaws of a shark when surfing the swells of the Tasmanian shores.
Natt had little to do with it says the Police report.

Music by the Monomentals
Lyrics Natt Brus

the Revenge of the Tomato Surfer

Randall buys a telescope. Night falls and he points it upward: he sees a giant eye, staring directly at him. The next morning he wakes up covered in eyes. He's unsettled.

I Am Still U (Parts I-II)

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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