Gumbo's listening history

Mr Sandbags's avatar
I was trying to tune my radio into a station I picked up, just for an instant, but I found it hard to keep a lock on it, I kept getting strange interferences. From what I could hear it sounded like someone sent [MMI](http://alonetone.com/mmi…
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 ShamPain's avatar
This is a rough mix of a song I have been working on. It needs the vocal re doing when I get rid of my cold and there is still a verse or two to write. the final mix is now up on site. called REPO MAN (final mix) check it out Repo man knocking…
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 ShamPain's avatar
This is a rough mix of a song I have been working on. It needs the vocal re doing when I get rid of my cold and there is still a verse or two to write. the final mix is now up on site. called REPO MAN (final mix) check it out Repo man knocking…
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Frank's avatar
The drums on this track were played on a garage sale set of kiddie drums I bought for my son,they sound surprisingly good considering I recorded them with one SM57 mic.This was one of my first attempts at playing real drums on a track,about 5…
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The drums on this track were played on a garage sale set of kiddie drums I bought for my son,they sound surprisingly good considering I recorded them with one SM57 mic.This was one of my first attempts at playing real drums on a track,about 5…
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David Marcouillier's avatar
Lyrics: I’m mining my dreams for traces of fresh information. Scribbling in notebooks filled with yellowing pages. The situation is complex and the meanings all keep changing. She tries but she don’t understand my peculiar demeanor. Neither…
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David Marcouillier's avatar
Lyrics: I’m mining my dreams for traces of fresh information. Scribbling in notebooks filled with yellowing pages. The situation is complex and the meanings all keep changing. She tries but she don’t understand my peculiar demeanor. Neither…
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David Marcouillier's avatar
Lyrics: Oh, the ghost of her exists And I hold her by the hips. She’s not my type but she Vexes me, unexpectedly, Like some old voice on a static phone line. The twilight is my light But she’s receding from my sight. She walks away…
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