This song is a brontosaurus of an instrumental, stepping on trees and crushing houses. It is a force of nature which has not walked this earth for many years...now its on the internet. in this song i play a guitar, laminated placemat, etc.

this song is a take on classicism and neo fascism, and not sounding like everyone else.

can you justify reality?

that mood is so scary/comes forth quickly/ like im a spooked animal/ I know you have been domesticated/ through centuries/ so what possession/ telltale twitch jettisoned... There lurks something about/ spillings of toxic oil/ crytalline liquid…

lyrics by juniper arrangemnt by juniper, vocals by hot wheels.

cute and casio

a spicy latte instrumental. a little chai. a butch looking cheeseburger. now in stereo

so,so vision and quests/choices made/ artillery set/accessories found off a dead mans chest/ nature in pixels/ sight without smells and fingertips felt/ only plastic and components/ binary binds you/binary it blinds you/ the world it waits/ outside…

your 4x4 is my four post bed/ the ruffles and patterns really effed up yer head/in a world of strip malls and choreographed tv brawls/ we grow like a wayward chia/ im so happy to see ya/ the texting is no touching/ and heavy petting means no munching…

i dont know why this song is so racist. At least it doesn't have lyrics. The guitar will break your neck if the synth babble doesn t tear you head off first

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 protest song, out of time and space warp. a harmonica predomintates skillfully, while a deep slide guitar bass whizzles around, Her silky voice made distant in a reverb chamber while scant samples patter.

of dog whisperers and dcktttkrs slow jam with a sexy lead jimmy buffet acid house music.

your life/is a soft song/ over hard core porn/ on channel one/ sugar smile/ in the milk aisle/ gets yer dog holiday/ you let it out to play/your life/ is a soft song/ over a microphone/ in aisle one/ things of good taste you embrace/ but in your…

juniper did not know what i would do to her vocals at the end of this song, but she grew to enjoy it.

it is a strange fetus isnt it doctor? slide guitar and maraca-bongo play in duet on same track.

a monumentally simple instrumental. that might make you cry.

at heart a skitter bopping rythym guitar, overlayed with punchy kick drums and synthy mods at mid and low frequencies. Churreling winds spring through the upper atmosphere.

i actually got to kidnap a real live drunk sax player for this instrumental kick in the face of traditional arrangement.

theres no reason, no reason why this song is so catchy, so sexxxy, no reason at all. it doesn't make sense.