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

These Songs Can't Get Lost In The Shuffle Playlist!

Most Played By My Disciples ( The Fans )

Skyline

Offended

P.O.E.T.

Serpentine

Seraphim Song

Cave

Wheelwright: voice, vocal melody and harmony, lyrics @wheelwright

Jonathan: initial music, instruments, mix

Fictive Sisters is a transatlantic collaboration of Wheelwright and Beckenstein. Our album Immaculate Distraction is available at https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction

image by Lani Maynard

Crossing time-zones
Godforsaken deserts
Midnight in transit stations
The illusion of freedom
Written in blood written in stone

It's just an idea
It's just an idea

The twisted wreck
Of a helicopter gunship
A distant call to prayer
Sweet liquorice and bitter cigarettes

It's just an idea [...]

He carries her in his heart
She's all he had now all he has
White knuckles holding fast
His mother's photograph in a young man’s hands

Now everything is lost
Now everything is lost

They say half the future’s buried in the past
But the fallen will not weep for us
When it’s our time to choose

It's just an idea [...]

bandcamp

Sweet Licorice And Bitter Cigarettes (with Wheelwright)(Fictive Sisters)

Asylum

Fire Dance

Old Timer's Eulogy

Feels Like A Warning

i wanted to write a song about the recent tragic events in Florida. I know I'm on the other side of the world, but the images of what happened and the fact that they happened in a school, a place that children should feel safe, and free to learn and grow. I don't know if things will change, I'm not hopeful after reading the comments of some people on social media. To stop the same things happening again, you have to break the circle

Thoughts And Prayers

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

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

Iam Tripping (Killing The Vibe EP 2020)

Summoning

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

Greatest Hits

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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