wow...this is so amazing...perfect morning soundtrack :)

GETTING USED TO CHANGES

Introduction in English:

Germany in the 1960s was still very much influenced by the Nazi stink. Violence and black pedagogy still prevailed in families. Beatings and spankings were part of the natural educational repertoire of parents. 
Unfortunately, my father and mother also joined this then socially accepted community of thugs.   
In this often ominous and latently threatening time, Doris Day was for me the ideal projection screen for a world full of harmony, clarity and lightness. 
Since my parents basically loved me (they themselves had been traumatized by terrible experiences of violence in Nazi Germany and, due to a lack of suitable trauma therapies at the time, unconsciously went from being victims to perpetrators when beating us children), they took my childhood crushes on Doris Day seriously and at some point gave in to my urging to write her a (fictitious) letter from Germany.... 
As an adult, I distanced myself from my childhood crush on Doris Day for a long time, since critical film analyses tended to portray her as a representative of superficial, shallow and pseudo-harmonic acting and song art. 
Then I saw her again a good ten years ago at the „Berlinale“ in a documentary with Rock Hudson and his HIV infection at the beginning of 1985. Nobody wanted to get Hudson, whose HIV infection was diagnosed in Moscow, out of there and bring him back to the U.S. by plane. Most were afraid of becoming infected themselves. 
Not so Doris Day. She, along with several other actors, organized the flight back. And when Rock Hudson, who was already seriously ill with AIDS, stepped out of the plane after landing in the U.S., she demonstratively stood next to him and put her arm around him. Even today, tears come to my eyes when I think of this unique gesture of solidarity and loyalty. 
Since that magical moment in a Berlin movie theater, Doris Day has become immortal to me. 
And I can only say: I was not at all mistaken in my early love for her....

Lyrics in English

My Blond Angel

When I was a little boy 
Just a meter high 
I fell in love with your blond hair 
That always smelled like cinnamon stars to me

I'd watch TV in the afternoon and then I'd see you 
As you came on the screen
You were pure harmony, clinically pure, high polish
You exuded carefree elegance

No one believed I could fall in love like that
Little boys are supposedly not ready for that yet

But I suffered, I pined, I was sick with love
My blond angel from the faraway land

My parents told me she lives far away from here
In the great wide U.S.A.
Her name is Doris Day and she'd already have
A husband to take care of her

But I wouldn't give up
I cried and cried until my parents realized
They found out her residence and address
And after my continued insistence,

I dictated a love letter to them both
My father translated it for her

He threw it in for me, I was still too little for that
My blond angel from the faraway land

When I sat in front of the screen the following weeks
She looked at me differently
She looked quite in love, my letter seduced her
Since then I was her little husband

For a long time I was ashamed of this love
But recently I saw her
More magical than ever
For me she remains a shining light
I love her

Mein Blonder Engel (My Blond Angel)

I close my POTENCIAL BIÓTICO album with this contemporary revival of a philosophical song I wrote 19 years ago when my grandpa died.

Could describe it as a requiem for guitar quartet, 2 voices, rhythmic base & church bell (you may know the piano version at https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/sets/piano-sessions-2012 album).

A mostly slow piece with lotta soul and no artistic ambition (but a little ‘Pros&Cons’ air to the end ;).

Church bell sound built with kind help by https://soundcloud.com/spyro9474

Piano version: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/miedo-al-cambio-piano-version

Image: "Poppy fields in Benifallim", photo by Ruizzoidman

Letra / lyrics:

Miedo al cambio,  /  Fear of the change,
incómodo trabajo;  /  uncomfortable work;
molesto planteamiento:  /  annoying approach:
no me gusta lo inesperado.  /  I don’t like the unexpected.
  
A lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a ver las cosas cambiadas de sitio.  /  to see the things moved from place.
Ver a la gente irse al otro lado  /  Watching people going to the other side
es duro si piensas que todo  /  is hard if you think that everything
será siempre lo mismo.  /  will be always the same.

Ay, lo mismo ...  /  Ay, the same thing ...
ah, lo mismo ...  /  ah, the same thing ...
ay, lo mismo a mí...  /  ay, the same to me...
  
No he sabido reaccionar,  /  I didn’t know how to react,
atrapado en mi infantil ilusión   /  trapped in my infantile illusion
de que nada cambia,  /  where nothing changes,
ah, tengo que darme cuenta de lo que pasa,  /  ah, I must realize of what happens,
ay, tengo que salir de esta caja.  /  ah, I have to go out of this box.

a lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a las sorpresas de la vida,  /  to the surprises of life,
a nuevos planes que no había planeado,  /  to new plans I had not planned,
no me acostumbro a considerar  /  I don’t get used to consider
una opción distinta.  /  a different option.

Ay, distinta ...  /  Ay, different ...
ay, distinta ...  /  ay, different ...
ah, distinta a mí,  /  ah, different from me,
a mi pensamiento,   /  from my thought,
a mi forma de ser,   /  from my way of being,
a mi manera de verlo...  /  from the way I see it...

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Miedo al cambio (Acostumbrado)

400 - live jam (quick mix)

Baylis Breakdown - Live Jam

shore

scape

Texte Français et Google traduction

MEMORY

Dix ans de vie commune,
Elle avait su m’aimer,
Je prends ma belle plume
Pour mieux vous raconter.
Le ciel a prit son corps
Son coeur va me manquer
Il n’y a dans la mort
Que des yeux pour pleurer.

Elle m’a donné sa main
Pour un si doux voyage,
Tracé un long chemin
A l’abri des ombrages.
Sous les voûtes d’un palais
Aux multiples icônes,
Roi de cœur je serais
Bien assis sur mon trône.

Elle a mit du soleil,
Des étoiles à mille feux,
Des bouquets d’étincelles
A en mettre plein les yeux.
Ses cheveux « vol aux vents »
Une blonde crinière,
Des saphirs, des diamants,
Une couronne de pierres.

Elle m’a longtemps parlé
De roses, de fleurs sauvages,
Epis de blés dorés
Dans tous les paysages.
Une cascade à la source
Qui ne tarie jamais,
De cette eau à la bouche
Les envies que l’on sait.

Elle m’a joué sur le cœur
La musique des mots,
Fait des notes en couleurs
Sur celles qui sonnaient faux.
D’une triste partition
Bien trop mélancolique,
A su faire une chanson
A la folle rythmique.

Elle eut goût de désir,
Un parfum de saveurs,
Et des éclats de rire
A me mettre tout en pleurs.
De l’ivresse indocile
Qui me donne la fièvre,
Moi l’enfant si fragile
Je me lis sur ses lèvres.

Elle a voulu pour moi
Tout le bonheur du monde,
Me tenant dans ses bras
Des millions de secondes.
Et toujours su me dire
Notre vie est merveille,
Comme un beau livre à lire
Qui nous laisse en éveil.

Elle m’a emmené dans son monde
Qui a pour nom « Le Paradis »,
Un malheur, une peine profonde
Qui perd tout le sens de ma vie.

Elle m'a voulu heureux
Je lui ai bien rendu,
Et notre vie à deux
Demandait rien de plus.
Le partage de nos coeurs
Qui n'en faisait plus qu'un,
Construisait un bonheur
Amour quand tu nous tiens.

Elle a caché mes armes
Qui voilaient la détresse,
A séché toutes mes larmes
Par des monts de caresses.
De l’amour à faire fondre
Les glaciers de l’hiver,
Sans jamais une seule ombre
Au tableau des repaires.

Elle m’a emmené dans son monde
Qui a pour nom « Le Paradis »,
Un malheur, une peine profonde
Qui perd tout le sens de ma vie.

Un malheur, une peine profonde
Qui perd tout le sens de ma vie.

Je t'aimerais toujours.

Ten years of life together,
She knew how to love me,
I take my beautiful pen
To tell you better.
The sky took his body
I will miss his heart
There is no death
Only eyes to cry.

She gave me her hand
For such a sweet trip,
Draw a long way
Sheltered by shading.
Under the vaults of a palace
Multiple icons,
King of hearts I would be
Well seated on my throne.

She put sun,
Stars with thousand lights,
Bouquets of sparks
To put your eyes on it.
His hair "flight to the winds"
A blonde mane,
Sapphires, diamonds,
A crown of stones.

She talked to me for a long time
From roses, wildflowers,
Ears of golden wheat
In all landscapes.
A waterfall at the source
Who never dries up,
From this water to the mouth
Desires that we know.

She played on my heart
The music of words,
Makes color notes
On those who sounded wrong.
From a sad score
Much too melancholy,
Did a song
At crazy rhythmic.

She had a taste for desire,
A fragrance of flavors,
And bursts of laughter
To put me in tears.
Of indecile drunkenness
Who gives me fever,
Me, the fragile child
I read on his lips.

She wanted for me
All the happiness in the world,
Holding me in his arms
Millions of seconds.
And always tell me
Our life is wonder,
Like a beautiful book to read
That leaves us awake.

She took me to her world
Whose name is "Paradise",
A misfortune, a deep sorrow
Who loses all the meaning of my life.

She wanted me happy
I gave him back,
And our life together
Asked nothing more.
Sharing our hearts
Who was one,
Built a happiness
Love when you hold us.

She hid my weapons
Who veiled the distress,
Dried all my tears
By mountains of caresses.
Love to melt
The glaciers of winter,
Without ever a single shadow
On the board of lairs.

She took me to her world
Whose name is "Paradise",
A misfortune, a deep sorrow
Who loses all the meaning of my life.

MEMORY (Musique: Volt5000 - Texte et chant: Alain GUERIN) La perte d'un être cher.

Terra X - A Rainy Day is a melodic and melancholic epic soundscape produced by Peter Heckmann in early 2019. This short orchestral score excerpt features effected vocals and additional voicings by Yelica.

YouTube: 
https://youtu.be/KWgBu9fA1DQ (Underwater Ballet)
https://youtu.be/18QIP1-UQOs (Animated Dreamscape)

The complete Ethnic Soundtrack series (plus Ethnic Jazz tracks with my wife Yucca Rose) can be found on a Spotify playlist: open.spotify.com/playlist/4dDkR4KY1DZl3kCNF0dijp 

Original artwork by Peter Heckmann from the painting series - Romantic And Not So Romantic Dreamescapes: https://www.behance.net/gallery/78317715/Romantic-And-Not-So-Romantic-Dream-Escapes

Terra X

Terra X (Original Mix)

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Terra X (Original Version)

Inspired by those foot stomping electronic 90s and the many spontaneous gatherings and acid raves festivals that happened here in the uk before they got banned! Awesome lets do its again in this original electronic future twisting and warping tripped out psychedelic acid trance footstomper! Thanks goes to Dave Cunliffe for the kewl gong sounds! Whistles ready! Aceeed! :D

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Audius

Aceeeed - Dancing Testubes

Demo Tracks fps 913

Autumn Cold

Music/Musique - Julien Morency
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dDegw9iH70
Video by/par - Michael LaRosa (Motion X) 
www.youtube.com/channel/UC-94B73FQQfhbN6H_6iadUQ
https://soundcloud.com/tripping_motion

Video

Bubble Life

Don't let your pride become hubris.

A concept track done in freeware. Let me know if it's good to go, or I should take it to the next level. 

Thanks for listening!

Pride

Blood test music - Gameplay 2

I dedicated the song "Monique" to two women: 
First of all to my grand aunt Monique, who was murdered as a Jew by the Nazis in Auschwitz. I know her only from photos and the anecdotes of my mother. Through her tragic life story, her unique face with the big, jet-black eyes, I still feel connected to her today. 
In this song I imagined meeting her shortly before her gassing in Auschwitz. How I accompanied her to the gas chambers, how we got to know each other a little before the inevitable happened.  
      
Secondly, this song is dedicated to another Monique. Her stage name was "Barbara" and she was a charismatic French chanson singer. What would I have given to be at one of her concerts. But when she had her big time, especially in the 1960s, I was still much too young. So all I have left are their Youtube videos, of which I would like to put a link here: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPPZMyMNQCM

Her face and her eyes, her charisma and expression remind me so much of my grand aunt.  Like her, she was a Jewish woman of French descent. And with songs like "Göttingen" she contributed significantly to an understanding between the Jews and the land of the perpetrators- Germany.  

Lyrics in English:

Monique

I visited you in Auschwitz, 
Cursed this freezing cold murder place

See you coming with the gas chamber train 
Only one photo at my place with your face

Your deep black eyes look at me
Already as a child they magically fascinated me

I go to you, take you in my arms 
In the coldness of killing we both get warm

We go together, you tell me about you 
Of your life, your joys, your pain

And you listen to me 
Get to know me briefly

The butchers, they wave
The shadows, they sink down

We both still have some time left 
The cruel suffering is already approaching

You show me the brooch in the photo 
You show me how you move your hands to play the piano

The time fold now pulls you away from me
There to the shameful brick building
I can only look after you
You disappear in there 

Gassed and burned
But unforgettably burned into my soul


Deutscher Originaltext:

Monique

Hab` Dich in Auschwitz besucht 
Diesen eiskalten Mord-Ort verflucht

Seh` Dich da kommen, mit dem Gaskammer-Zug 
Nur ein Foto bei mir mit Deinem Gesicht

Deine tiefschwarzen Augen schaun` mich an
Schon als Kind zogen sie mich magisch in den Bann

Ich geh` zu Dir hin, nehm` Dich in den Arm 
In der Kälte des Mordens wird uns beiden warm

Wir gehen zusammen, Du erzählst mir von Dir 
Von Deinem Leben, Deinen Freuden, Deinem Schmerz

Und Du hörst mir zu. Lernst mich kurz kennen

Die Schlächter, sie winken
Die Schatten, sie senken sich ab

Noch haben wir beide etwas Zeit 
Heran rückt schon das grausame Leid

Du zeigst mir die Brosche, die auf dem Foto trägst 
Du zeigst mir wie Du Deine Hände zum Klavierspiel bewegst

Die Zeitfalte zieht Dich nun fort von mir
Dorthin zu dem Schand-Backsteinbau
Ich kann Dir nur nachsehen
Du verschwindest dort drin 

Vergast und verbrannt
Doch unvergeßlich in meine Seele eingebrannt

Monique

Monique (Lyrics in English in the Intro to the Track....)

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 !!

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