When https://soundcloud.com/ipg1, historical SC member, offered this open collab from one of his pages: https://soundcloud.com/level-one-up1/unused-multiples-140-bpm-open-for-collab, I was immediately inspired by the modern sound where I felt some rock wanting to get out!
IPG1: Try the link above to find his great prog-nu-hop-trap-track!
RUIZZOIDMAN: guitars, bass, added drums, lyrics from an old poem, vocals, choir.

Letra  /  Translated lyrics

TU AUSENCIA  /  YOUR ABSENCE

(Tu ausencia, tu ausencia…)  /  (Your absence, your absence...)

Hoy que la noche es oscura,  /  Today that the night is dark,
(y estridente)  /  (and strident)
hoy que la noche es brumosa,  /  today that the night is foggy,
hoy que la luna se oculta,  /  today that the moon is hidden,
(largamente)  /  (for long)
la soledad es odiosa.  /  loneliness is hateful.

Hoy que he roto la sonrisa,  /  Today that I broke my smile,
(del pasado)  /  (from the past)
hoy me grita la conciencia  /  today my conscience screams
para acrecentar la prisa,  /  to increase the hurry,
(demasiado)  /  (too much)
careciendo tu presencia.  /  lacking your presence.

El frío de esta noche que ya no es clara,  /  The cold of this night that is no longer clear,
¡el frío de esta noche me llueve tanto!  /  the cold of this night rains on me so much!
y estas gotas que ruedan por mi cara,  /  and these drops that roll down my face,
¿son gotas de lluvia, o son de llanto?  /  are they raindrops, or because of crying?
(¿Son gotas…)  /  (Are they drops...)

Un pasivo gris inunda mi mente,  /  A passive grayness floods my mind,
un gris silencioso que empaña el cielo,  /  a silent grey that steams the sky,
y estos tonos muertos que nadie vierte,  /  and these dead tones that no one pours,
¿son de la tormenta, o por mi duelo?  /  are they from the storm, or from my mourning?
(¿Son de la…)  /  (Are they from the...)

La gélida oscuridad que me viene  /  The cold darkness that comes to me
es la nube fatal de mi existencia,  /  is the fatal cloud of my existence,
pero el frío afilado que me hiere  /  but the sharp cold that hurts me
¿es frío por la noche, o por tu ausencia?  /  is it cold of night, or because of your absence?
(¿Es frío…)   /  (Is it cold...)

Tu Ausencia (with IPG1)

Get ready for this fabulous adventure !! My 4th work with Joao, inspiring as always !!!

https://soundcloud.com/jowwwafi: instrumental themes and arrangement, percussion, bass, guitars, synths..., production.
https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions: lyrics, vocals, guitars, synths, added sounds, production.
Intro/Outro: traditional music from Congo Republic. Picture: AI.

Translated lyrics (a funny-epic poem when I was 15):

Cacique manda: “¡Ir a cazar!”  /  Chieftain says, "Go hunting!"
Mondongo Gwanda pronto marchar.  /  Mondongo Gwanda soon leave.
Él ha bebido vino y gazpacho;  /  He has drunk wine and gazpacho;
torre ha subido todo borracho.  /  tower has climbed all inebriated.

Gran cazador, Mondongo corre  /  Great hunter, Mondongo runs
ojo avizor desde la torre.  /  watchful eye from the tower.
Cree haber visto una gacela.  /  He thinks he saw a gazelle.
“No me resisto, voy a cogerla.”  /  "I can’t resist, I’ll catch it."

Lleva su lanza, lleva su flecha,  /  He carries his spear, he carries his arrow,
pronto la alcanza y encima se echa.  /  he soon reaches for it, and jumps over.
Su colocón le trae de cabeza,  /  His drunkenness gets him in trouble,
¡el tío torpón falla la pieza!  /  the clumsy guy fails the prey!

 “¡Jopeng!” Exclama Mondongo, duro,  /  "Dang it!" exclaims Mondongo, tough,
enciende llama porque está oscuro.  /  he lights fire because it’s dark.
 “¡Cagonla!” Grita desesperado.  /  "Bullshit!" he screams desperately.
Ya la monita se le ha pasado.  /  The hangover is over already.

Sobrio, Mondongo no se calló,  /  Sober, Mondongo didn’t shut up,
dijo: “En el Congo soy yo el mejor.”  /  he said: "In the Congo I am the best."
Fue lanza en mano tras el animal,  /  He went spear in hand after the animal,
bajo un manzano fuelo a encontrar.  /  under an apple tree he got to find it.

Comiendo estaba tranquilamente,  /  It was eating calmly,
Gwanda acercábase lentamente.  /  Gwanda approached slowly.
Ya que la vio le tiró fuerte;  /  Once he saw it, speared it hard;
tanto la hirió, le dio la muerte.  /  he hurt it so much, caused its death.

Mondongo salta, vuelve al poblado,  /  Mondongo jumps, returns to the village,
alegre canta: “Ya la he cazado”.  /  happy he sings: "I’ve already hunted it".
Mondongo Gwanda llega a casita.  /  Mondongo Gwanda arrives home.
Cacique aguarda, le felicita.  /  Chieftain awaits, congratulates him.

MONDONGO GWANDA (with Jowwwafi)

My old friend Strootman Pianomonster (will post soon on https://soundcloud.com/stroot-246138153) sent me some of his baroque recordings on harpsichord. I've worked on one of them with all the Ruizzoid stuff you can hear, and even translated to Latin one of my old poems!

VOLO OSCULUM TUUM  /  I WANT YOUR KISS

 Volo saxum ad clamare.  /  I want a rock to cry on.  
 Ad gemere, quis saxum.  /  To moan, any rock.  

(Volo osculum tuum ad somniare.  /  I want your kiss to dream.  
 Ad vivere, nisi osculum tuum.  /  For living, just your kiss.)
  
Volo flammam ad queri.  /  I want a flame to scream.  
 Ad pati, quis flammam.  /  To suffer, any flame.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... ) 

 Volo pugionem ad exspirare.  /  I want a dagger to expire.  
 Ad mori quis pugionem.  /  To die, any dagger.  

(Volo osculum tuum…  /  I want your kiss... )

Volo Osculum Tuum (with Strootman on harpsichord)

https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues: flute x10; clarinet x6; tenor sax x3; soprano sax x2; alto sax x1; oboe x1; bamboo flutes x2; synth; beats (Inspiring original track https://soundcloud.com/windscaleblues/cryptoblues).
RUIZZOIDMAN: lyrics, vocals, guitar.

VENTOSO BLUES A LA PRADERA  /  WINDY BLUES FOR THE PRAIRIE

Pradera, salgo de viaje,  /  Prairie, I go on a trip,
te dejo aquí prisionera.  /  I leave you prisoner here.
Salgo sin prisa, pradera,  /  I leave without hurry, prairie,
seca de hierba salvaje.  /  dry from wild grass.
Dejo este bello paraje,  /  I leave this beautiful place,
este río y su ribera,  /  this river and its bank,
atrapados en la espera  /  trapped in the wait
de recibir su folaje,  /  to receive its foliage,
su frescura y su coraje  /  its freshness and its courage
verde de la primavera.  /  green of the springtime.

Este tren que con seguro  /  This train that with confident
traqueteo de ti me lleva;  /  rattling takes me away from you;
surge el humo de su cueva  /  the smoke arises from his cave
ensuciando tu aire puro.  /  polluting your pure air.
Ya la vía, acero oscuro,  /  So the railway, dark steel,
ya la vía es la prueba,  /  so the railway is the proof,
ya la vía, nieve o llueva,  /  so the railway, may it snow or rain,
debil tú, el acero duro,  /  weak you, the steel hard,
tú la brisa, él el muro,  /  you the breeze, it the wall,
tú la suave, mi pradera.  /  you the soft, my prairie.

De tus flores, la frescura,  /  From your flowers, the freshness,
quieren apagar el fuego  /  they want to extinguish the fire
de la marcha, y así luego  /  of the pace, and so then
mantener fragancia pura,  /  maintain pure fragrance,
mas es tal tu desventura,  /  but your misfortune is such,
tal fuerza del enclavado  /  such strength of the interlocked
metal, que te ha fallado  /  metal, that has failed you
tuya la verde dulzura  /  yours the green sweetness
bajo la realidad dura  /  under the harsh reality
de los rieles plateados.  /  of the silvery rails.


Pic from https://www.thoughtco.com

Ventoso Blues A La Pradera (with The Windscale Blues Experiment)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love Cover

No dicen nada.

Tremenda balacera hubo en un barrio.
No se si me da el pico pa contarlo.
Hoy dos gorriones miran para arriba
y se ha reunido a tanta comitiva.

Cuendo pasé ya todos lo sabían.
Caídos dos, ninguno se movía.
Al fierro lo encontraron en el carro.
Ya listo pa tirar algun petardo.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada

Sus caras enterradas en el barro.
Algunos dicen que fueron sicarios.
Y otros que  estos pibes ya tenían
alguna vaina con la policia.

Los chicos van llenando sus agujeros.
Con goles en el arco del potrero.
Y saben que la muerte es una espina,
que vive a cada vuelta de la esquina.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor,
no dice nada la radio,
tampoco los diarios, no hay fotos.

Hoy, quedó un extraño sabor.
No dice nada la televisión, ahí tampoco veo notas.
No dicen nada.


Letra y música
Pichy Sotomayor

Master
Santiago Sotomayor

Cancion original 2015

No dicen nada

No Dicen Nada

'Edifions des temples absurdes' morceau extrait du 3ème album de M'Z intitulé 'La civilisation de la graine ?' sorti en 2022

Ici joué en live au cinéma de Mirepoix (09) lors du ciné concert des groupes du collectif la Barraque, organisé par le collectif La Barraque et l'association Dirt and CPU le 5 décembre 2024 :
https://youtu.be/2P7n5PQgVjI

"La Civilisation de la Graine" le troisième album du projet, est une réflexion musicale sur l'essence de nos organisations patriarcales et notre tendance à nous organiser en civilisations, certes élégantes mais indéniablement injustes, éphémères, violentes et bancales. 8 morceaux pour tenter d'analyser ces phénomènes.

Edifions des temples absurdes :
Le second morceau de cet album est un amusement sur le temps, l'intelligence, le savoir-faire, la science, le génie et l'énergie dépensée à construire des édifices à la gloire de dieux de plus en plus uniques et de plus en plus masculins, concentrant de plus en plus de pouvoir en une seule et unique entité.

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M'Z - Live Mirepoix - Edifions des temples absurdes ( Video In Description)

This might take a while she said with her quicksilver smile
I said, can you help me make it through another night?
She sighed and looked away
Yah, that just ain’t my style

You know which way to go, yet you want my free advice
(Well I guess that’s alright)
Will the sun pay the silver moon
to hang on to its light

Then she sighed and looked ahead
And this is what she said

Long distance runner
The horizons your finish line
Can you find the key to open up that door
Did you find what you are looking for?

It’s time for you to go
Gotta run your given mile
She said, you can lay down
Stare at stars with all your time
But soon enough you learn
Cause your eyes will start to burn.

You’re  looking for the truth and the answers to your why.
My oh my, there’s fact and fiction in the stories we all tell
But can you can find the line inside buried deep within the rhyme?

Long distance runner
The horizons your finish line
Can you find the key to open up that door
Will you find what you are looking for?

Can you outrun?
Can you outpace your time?
Find some peace of mind
Yahhhh - Yahhhh


Long Distance Runner

'whirlwind'
https://www.instagram.com/p/DFY-rnBO3tD/?next=%2F

Life with you has always been
like livin' in a circus whirlwind.
It's been fun. There's no doubt.
But since you broke my trust, babe, it has all turned inside out.
Yet I've been tryin'. And that's no lie.
But it's so hard to keep in all the pain you've caused inside.
Still, I'm sorry for my words
and actions towards you, baby, but I'm just so fuckin' hurt. 

Tell me, girl,
do you believe
in our love
or should we leave
it alone? 

It's been drivin' me insane
not talkin' to you, baby, and it's barely been a day.
That tells me something. But is this something wrong?
That I miss your precious lovin', it's better than my favourite song.
So, let's stop frontin' if this is real,
'cause every time we're touchin' we can't control how we feel.
So, all or nothin'. Or, maybe just friends.
But, either way, my pumpkin, I will love you 'til the end. 

So, tell me, girl,
do you believe
in our love
or should we leave
it alone?

whirlwind

Link to  video:  https://youtu.be/ej-kUFEdbzk
that I submitted to the 2025 NPR Tiny Desk Contest.
This was a bit of an experiment. The audio was recorded using an iPhone 16 and then I used the Logic Pro stem spitter to separate the vocals and guitar so I could mix each track separately.
I still intend to have one more go at recording this using a better mic set up.

Bounce Back Up Acoustic Version)

stuck in my room

New site after E-Ruizzo: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo

Many thanks to Alex https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
and Richal https://soundcloud.com/rickitansky for their fantastic pics !!