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

ThingsAlwaysHear

Soul Flame 67>>>

RED FLOWERS, AS SHE KNOWS

My version of a classic Rush song from their 2112 album :)

Tears - Rush Cover

Gingerland

"Vino" out now, full EP "Sueños que Sobran" out in June via Nice Guys records.

vino

Sh*tfaced Again (M)

Silver Into Rain

Circles

Forward thinker: 
https://soundcloud.com/john-palmer

How Was I Supposed To Know

John Palmer & Spiralizer - How Was I Supposed To Know

some more fun with my talented friend Georg

Moon Stars  w/ Georg Boehme

Since ancient times, your glory still shines.

Little Girl In A Red Hat

Nights In White Satin // The Moody Blues (cover 1967)

[rain.strm]

Rework of the original....Vocals (spun backwards, no satanic intention) by Kyrstyn Pixton. http://kyrstynpixton.com


A Dream Nuclei (With Kyrstyn Pixton)

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

I'll finish E-Ruizzo project with a conceptual LP album: 4 songs about 'Arctica Point'. I imagined it amid rotation axis, geographic north and magnetic pole, and I located it on dry land !! Then I draw the cover art.

This opening track tells the decision of leaving this annoying present by travelling to that magical place. The following ones tell the trip and life there.

Translated lyrics will explain it with more detail:

EXPEDICIÓN (EL MUNDO SE HACE PEQUEÑO)  /  EXPEDITION (THE WORLD GETS SMALL)

Cansado de vivir en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Tired of living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.

Cierro los párpados para no verlo,  /  I close my eyelids so as not to see it,
pero hay demasiadas cosas feas detrás de ellos.  /  but there are too many ugly things behind them.

Con los ojos cerrados veo mis recuerdos,  /  With my eyes closed I see my memories,
veo el presente que vivo y no quiero verlo.  /  I see the present I live in and I don’t want to see it.

Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Partiremos hacia donde los recuerdos se olvidan,  /  We will leave for where memories are forgotten,
donde el frío congela el dolor de la vida,  /  where cold freezes the pain of life,
donde el hielo y la nieve nos protege del hombre,  /  where ice and snow protect us from mankind,
donde el cuerpo y el alma se purifican.  /  where body and soul are purified.

Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,  /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
Tenlo todo preparado para nuestra expedición.  /  Get everything ready for our expedition.
Formemos una expedición ártica,   /  Let’s form an Arctic expedition,
formemos una expedición ártica  /  let’s form an Arctic expedition

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Partiremos hacia donde el reloj no gira.  /  We’ll leave for where the clock doesn’t go round.
Partiremos hacia donde el tiempo no pasa,  /  We’ll leave for where time doesn’t go by,
al lugar donde seis meses sólo duran un día.  /  for the place where six months only last one day.

Viviendo en un mundo que se hace pequeño,  /  Living in a world which gets small,
como ratas nos movemos en nuestro agujero.  /  like rats we move in our hole.
Con los ojos cerrados no dejo de pensarlo,  /  With my eyes closed I can’t stop thinking about it,
tengo que ir a algún sitio donde olvidarlo.  /  I must go somewhere to forget it.

Ártica…  /  Arctica…
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.
entre el polo magnético y el norte geométrico  /  between the magnetic pole and the geometric north
se encuentra el Punto Ártica.  /  is located the Arctica Point.

Esperar no es lo único que haremos allí.  /  To wait is not the only thing we’ll do there.
Sabes que no es fácil sobrevivir,  /  You know it’s not easy to survive,
cuando no hay nada que te empuje a seguir.  /  when there’s nothing pushing you on.

ER25 PA01 RUIZZO ©1995 ®2019

Old raw jazzy piano trailer: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/unique-piano-session-2013

Expedición (El mundo se hace pequeño)

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)

He plays all day and then well into the night. Everyday, all day, without fail. Yet nobody hears a thing.

Circles

The Broken Opium Table