song about what loneliness must feel like in a crowd. simple acc guitar loop. turbine whistle. vocals, drum machine thingy. slow song. ooooh a cymbal! vocal effects!

relax baby. you look like the american fflag/dont be so unchill baby/somebody might think your uncool. The guitar loop haunting you in the second half of the song was recorded from an accoustic guitar onto my cell pphone and to this day remains…

evol very evol..could use some drums..

zoozaza its all a brujaja ha hahahahahaha/ the bands width is not a cummerbund/ words to squeeze out the imperfect/ bright lites fandango oh so fun/ where is the allah/ messiah/ the jah? as a species/ we fall to peaces/ our pretense, provoked…

This song features a ukele... your thoughts are real, but are they only in your head? go get it free instead. eat a pickle on a picnic on greenland island on the artic sea. the iron ball will knock it down we'll build demolition huts with our…

has anybody ever really felt complimented by a drunk? its like your words mean nothing/ and you have so many of them/ do you ever ask yourself/ why do i go on/ everything i eat tastes like sand/ theres butter in my underwear/ i had a dream there…

bejewled casing flutter inside wink twitch and pacing on a moonlit wing turn... beautiful song by Juniper set to one of hotwheels most ambient boop jobs..NOW WITH CLEARER VOCALS

a simple song about a man, a raft, a bottle, and a monkey. Blow me a jungle. guitars shift seamlessy backwards and forwards ina barely accoustic nod while a hapless sailor drifts in and out of consciousness, the water skipping over his toes and…

A pop song without the 'ular' about the struggle of the addict and the feeling of obsession.

has anybody ever really felt complimented by a drunk? its like your words mean nothing/ and you have so many of them/ do you ever ask yourself/ why do i go on/ everything i eat tastes like sand/ theres butter in my underwear/ i had a dream there…