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ION – Unsound (2016)

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 06/10/2016

New ION album is out now!

Available on limited edition CD & cassette via Bandcamp.

Available on digital format via major online stores.

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Written, arranged & produced by Giannis Papaioannou.
© & ℗ Giannis Papaioannou.

Giannis Papaioannou: Electronics & tapes


Ilias Katelanos: Acoustic guitars on 4 & 5
Heather Haley: Vocals on 5
George Theofanidis: Acoustic & electric guitars on 5
Leonidas Papadakis: Electric bass on 10

Recorded at various places around Athens.
Heather’s voice was recorded somewhere in Nashville.
Additional recordings were made at guest artists’ studios.
Mixed & produced at Dreamland Studio, Athens.

Mastering by Ilias Katelanos
Cover photo by Giannis Papaioannou

Special thanks to all friends & fans!



A Few Words With… Mechanimal

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 27/10/2014

A Few Words With… Mechanimal.

In the ghetto

Posted in Dreamland, Photography by ION on 03/08/2013

Η θέα από το γραφείο του Δοξιάδη

Η Ομόνοια φλέγεται

Γκέτο # 6

Γκέτο # 5

Between heart and place_



The place for newer concrete homes as recorded in 2013

Elii is an artist

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 09/02/2011

Strange memories on this nervous night last weekend.
Has it been years?
It seems like a lifetime, the kind of peak that never comes back.
How wrong am I? How wrong can I be?
With no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that I was alive in that corner of time.

And you came late, whatever that meant, together with Elii
And that, I think was the handle –
That sense of respect over the forces of old and evil,
Wherein energy would simply prevail,
On water marked photographs of lost childhoods.

So now, we are all riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave.
We are heading north, finally broke.
We do have a problem,
Yeah, I know…
And they probably have this phone tapped baby.

See, everybody knows, I know it’s horrible but it’s all over now.
Cause they know what you’re up to baby.
Come on you lover, you fiend, you poet of the wretched kind
Reveal yourself to loser friends, dance with the music
Then “Press the eject and give me the tape”.

Back to the ambiance of this rotten suite, alone,
With all these signs of extreme violence and
Excessive consumption of human wrath.
Perhaps, if I explained things better, you’d rest easy.
But not yet, I have to study your habits. And Elii’s too.

Memories are designed to fade

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 07/02/2011

Now, just so the, the rest of us know how much time is left,
We are happy because we all are going to be in the next song,
We love that red, white, and blue lyrics but we all hate that black, black, black refrain.
Cheer up! This world’s about to end in five minutes anyway.
Loss, it’s the one thing that stands between us and this city.

So, what ever happened to bullet-proof days?
What ever happened to hard smokin’ parties?
What ever happened to all the laughter?
What ever happened to all my friends?
Am I the link to your subconscious?

See, memories are designed to fade,
And paranoia is just reality on a higher scale,
Right now my ears are dripping red sounds,
I lost my appetite two weeks ago,
Are you impressed yet? Pretty impressed?

Because we made it!
We finally did it!
We should get going!
We don’t belong!
Yeah, see you downtown.

Are we still friends?
You see, it’s not about what’s in my head, it’s what’s in yours.
And I promised you, I’d always just be there.
I can’t let go of the promise, it’s all I have left.
And all my memories are lost in every kind of perversion my eyes have seen.

At nights, in my beloved garden, I watch the flowers fade, too.
No two quite the same
Clinging to a trilogy of tapes.
And in their silence, the aperture stop sound
Of photographs
By foreign hands, not mine.

Like flowers in the heat

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 03/02/2011

The ghost of winter waves at me,
Swinging from lemon trees, every time I fall asleep
And then I wake up in a fairytale city,
Incredible, amazingly chained with stories of music and nature
Depicting the presence of adoring crowds.

My hands are dirty as the sun folds me up,
As I drink water and never need to pee.
I’m a drinking machine, programmed to crash.
I have no idea what you’re saying to me right now,
But you can tell me a little about yourself.

Then suddenly, as the words fade into silence,
A cloud comes in your eyes, they go blank
You’re somewhere else, away from me, like someone I don’t know.
And you wander, God knows where,
In a horny cab, where did you go?

I remember you telling me “Don’t ever call if you can possibly come,
Don’t ever leave if you can possibly stay”.
Make no mistakes, because I’m after them.
Hunting these qualities I’d hope for.
You don’t know how lucky you are being a monkey.

Yes, I like you. I don’t know what it is about you.
Great, now we’re getting somewhere.
Finally, we scamper down the stairs, scolded children.
There, where truth is.
In a balcony, like flowers in the heat.

And now it is tomorrow

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 02/02/2011

Would you fix me a sandwich, please?
And spread some little common sense on the bread.
Maybe one day I’ll pay you back with happiness.
Well, if possible,
Of that same kind I get from the landlady once a month.

I often forget to mention, I like funny exit lines.
Mind if I use that portable keyhole?
No, I don’t think you do
But you do need 50 euros and I got only 20 in my pocket.
So, what about the rest?

Where’s the doctor? Where’s the shrink?
I don’t see them near.
Maybe they died.
I can’t explain that.
Their absence gives my system something to fight against.

How’s my stomach?
Can’t feel my right leg.
I don’t want to.
At least not until tomorrow night,
When you call me again, trying to create more difficult situations.

It has been a year of far away places and awkward distances,
And now it is tomorrow
I walk across town, your place to mine in the cold of the morning.
Gone with the winds
In a place that holds memories of undetermined loves.

And now it feels strange to fit words in my mouth.
Mathematical possibilities of spoken word.
Because of these, my spoken faults, my parents moved away
And even though I have spent time in their painted background
I now rock back and forth on your rooftop chairs, calm,
The city humming noise in front of us,
The setting sun bouncing back into our eyes.

Electric Poem 2

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 26/01/2011

Everything you have told me
Turned into stars
In lonely summer night skies
Falling, leaving scars_

Can you answer my question?

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 09/01/2011












Your question make me realize that hope is an uncertain expectation
Many times lost in the depths of double exposure answers_

24 seconds in 24 hours

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 01/12/2010













With 1 second delay here’s 12 double exposure shots done in a day_