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Aug 11

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Verano

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<a href="http://memoriesyoucanswimto.bandcamp.com/track/verano">Verano by Memories You Can Swim To</a>

acoustic, tribal, electronic, latin, drums, hand drums, world, tycho, percussive, percussion, brazilian, brazil, peru, thievery corporation, night vibes, club song, dj, party, festival, globe, evolution, new wave, sophisticated, melodic, instrumental, upbeat, dance, happy, feel good, groovy, spanish, hispanic, summer, verano

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Aug 03

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I See You All the Time

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SONG: I SEE YOU ALL THE TIME

In our everyday lives, we hardly take into account the specific details of our surroundings; when we wake up, where we drink our coffee, our routine drive to work. When we lose someone, those details suddenly reveal themselves as if they had been waving at us the whole time.

In our everyday lives, we hardly take into account the specific details of our surroundings…

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All We Need is a Little Wind

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<a href="http://memoriesyoucanswimto.bandcamp.com/track/all-we-need-is-a-little-wind">All We Need is a Little Wind by Memories You Can Swim To</a>

SOS: ALL WE NEED IS A LITTLE WIND

A piece inspired by desperation.

133, chill, ambient, chillout, beach, ukulele,
ambience, tranquil, zen, electric guitar, slide guitar, relax, relaxing, beach house, surfing, high, marijuana, meditative, meditate

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Aug 01

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Healing In Pink

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SONG: HEALING IN PINK

Do you remember a specific moment in your life when knew you broke a personal barrier? Some people call them revelations.

I just remember being mind blown from the recent trip out west. The perspectives I had on life changed drastically as I slowly tried growing out of my little box. I had a mic and laptop, guitar and a 200 year-old house. The room was bright pink. Whoever modeled it had a strong affinity for the color, but it reached me strangely and awkwardly where I needed it most. So I set up my equipment, recorded stomps on the old wooden floor planks, wrapped a rubber band around my guitar strings, let the dog inside, and started. Was it the color? The company? The age?

Do you remember a specific moment in your life when knew you broke a personal barrier? Some people call them revelations…

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To Help You Stop Smoking

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A post shared by Memories You Can Swim To (@memoriesyoucanswimto) on Aug 16, 2015 at 11:54pm PDT

SONG: TO HELP YOU STOP SMOKING

A rad collaboration with our friend, Josh Tabbia at Already Dead Tapes.

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Aug 01

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Green Cathedral

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SONG: GREEN CATHEDRAL

We really initially saw this song as being completely abstract in the end, but obviously ended up in a slightly different key (no pun). It started with some water-like trickling on the piano, playing off of composers like Messiaen and Ligeti. It sounded discording, yet harmonious in a chaotically pleasant way. I of course wanted to fuck with it as much as I could, and in so doing I went hopping down the proverbial creative process. I imagined a single moment in time, trapped yet happy to be. It brings a kind of comfort that I need in my own life, personally. Maybe that’s why I love music.

We really initially saw this song as…

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Swing Low

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NOSTALGIC: SWING LOW [EP]

Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

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Aug 01

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Crimini

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SONG: CRIMINI

CheK out how our friends at World Wide Mind use this track for their magical mushroom trip in Indonesia for the feature film, Drift.

Trippie vibes…more of these coming soon…

CheK out how our friends at World Wide Mind use…

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One Minute More (MYCST Remix)

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INTERPRETATION: ONE MINUTE MORE

We’re psyched we got our fingers on these stems. Thank you to our buddies at Capital Cities.

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Aug 01

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On Raglan Road

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INTERPRETATION: ON RAGLAN ROAD

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare…

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To the cultures celebrating the tribal mentality through music: Thank you.

Like a blistering moon on a warm night.

In our everyday lives, we hardly take into account the specific details of our surroundings; when we wake up, where we drink our coffee, our routine drive to work. When we lose someone, those details suddenly reveal themselves as if they had been waving at us the whole time.

In our everyday lives, we hardly take into account the specific details of our surroundings…

In our everyday lives, we hardly take into account the specific details of our surroundings; when we wake up, where we drink our coffee, our routine drive to work. When we lose someone, those details suddenly reveal themselves as if they had been waving at us the whole time.

A piece inspired by desperation.

Do you remember a specific moment in your life when knew you broke a personal barrier? Some people call them revelations.

Do you remember a specific moment in your life when knew you broke a personal barrier? Some people call them revelations…

A rad collaboration with our friend, Josh Tabbia at Already Dead Tapes.

We really initially saw this song as…

Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

CheK out how our friends at World Wide Mind use this track for their magical mushroom trip in Indonesia for the feature film, Drift.

Trippie vibes…more of these coming soon…

CheK out how our friends at World Wide Mind use…

…this track for their magical mushroom trip in Indonesia for the feature film, Drift.

Trippie vibes…more of these coming soon…

We’re psyched we got our fingers on these stems. Thank you to our buddies at Capital Cities.

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay – O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay – When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare…

…that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay – O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay – When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

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On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare…

…that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.