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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 02

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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.

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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.

0132, nostalgic, vintage, retro, electric guitar, soft, soothing, spirituals, gospel, slave songs, hymns, wallace willis, explosions in the sky, stratocaster, interpretation, cinematic, old, cover, remix

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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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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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Geometry

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SONG: GEOMETRY

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Aug 01

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Goodbye Home

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SONG: GOODBYE HOME

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls
Pink noises coming from above and all around
The scent of stale chips and old spinach
Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls…

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His Down Time

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SONG: HIS DOWN TIME

in his down time there lives a place where he can play do make say observe and think whatever he wants

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Aug 01

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Songs My Mother Taught Me

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INTERPRETATION: SONGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives to look at a single melody line from. One might be smooth and gentle, while the other rigid and chaotic. How a melody line is interpreted is also entirely subjective. This piece is our tribute to Charles Ives’ philosophy on music and what he did with it. Original lyrics by Antonín Dvořák, interpreted by Ives, then interpreted by MYCST.

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives…

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

Like a blistering moon on a warm night.

A piece inspired by desperation.

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…

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.

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls Pink noises coming from above and all around The scent of stale chips and old spinach Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls…

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls. Pink noises coming from above and all around. The scent of stale chips and old spinach. Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down.

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives…

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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.

Cracks and holes in Victorian walls
Pink noises coming from above and all around
The scent of stale chips and old spinach
Don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m keeping my head down