A "psychophonyc" track to synchronize your brain waves with the beta waves frequencies (13 - 30 Hz.)
very good for "psych-up" and/or mystical experiences...
Yeeeeaaaahhhh !!!!
Inspired to the physical-astronomical phenomenon of the "red moon" that occurs when the moon seems to catch fire.
The fire (sun) and the "waters" (moon) blend in a unique compound for some moments...
so the moon is tinged with red ... red by the moon
... Railroad Station Street ...
point of perspective escape for iperrealistic departures.
Track in two movements: nocturne and fugue.
"The Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round... The sky is round, the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where Power moves."
(Black Elk, Medicine Man, Sioux)
With very light and soft mind and spirit, a wise man observe everything from above, the people, the situations and his same thoughts. As a cloud in the sky, he moves lightly flying over the houses, the cities, without lingering on nothing, passing over, without judging, without affection or repugnance. Like a cloud he takes the strangest and oddest shapes: a giraffe, a fish, an airplane, a giant pear, a teapot, a dragon spitting fire, and even, at last, a strange man ... a cloud man.
In the middle ages they said that this animal was immortal and lived in the fire without being consumed by it. The alchemists utilized it as symbol of the "stone fixed to the red".
-"My pleasure is in the fire that preserve me, refresh me and make me stronger"-
-"My spirit is sky-blue and my soul is red."-
A boy, every evening, seek confort in the loft of is house, among old books, old 78 rpm records, dusty furnitures, trunks full of "treasures", he sits on a shabby rocking-chair and looking at the stars outside the garret, starts to dream...
It's in that moment that the loft, vith a light vibration, lifts from the house and starts to fly over fantastic places, till morning, when it lands back at the top of the house. Sometimes, flying over the farest sites, in the flying loft they hear a very strange music...
"Ghost track" at the end of the album, fruit of a "collage" obtained overlapping numerous fragments of records made twenty, thirty years ago... It wants to be a homage to all those artists that inspired us... but without any yearning for those lost times, because imagination, fantasy and energy that were in the air in those years, did never vanish.
