Mike Denison (Lumberfork)'s listening history

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Not spoiling all the surprises, but there's a lot of new music coming soon.
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Pure and True. INTRO: (John) Holy Spirit, You surround me with Your presence. CHORUS: Our light in the dark, so pure and true; You give me hope, Lord, whenever I’m blue. I run to You 'cause Your love is true. Hold me close, Lord;…
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This is a post-Brexit moan about the state of the nation. The "end of the pier circus" sound is an analogy of the clowns that are running the country.
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Something new.... Grey Old paint faded Dilapidated Barely hanging on Lay Old butterfly Broken and dry Alone and withdrawn Chill creeps in Darkness tries to take hold The cold is peace And the dark beautiful Take One last…
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Just a simple song about a horsey ride. Little me and my Alvarez, recorded on a single cheap MXL mic., no effects. -- Misty on my face is the love of gods calling me Ice upon my skin made more painful by this solitude Ride upon my broken steed…
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Experimenting with asynchronous, layered picking. I thought it would sound really cool. Guess what? It doesn't! ... Well, all of the mistakes aside ... it's growing on me.
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Remake of another old song. This is little me and my big acoustic, recorded with two cheap microphones. The dynamics of this song make it next to impossible to get the flat sound I want out of it. Any recording engineers out there? ;…
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... again ... for Randy. Memories of old magazines gathering dust on the shelves with things you never could let go of. Dirty chess sets hardly touched. Empty bottles of cheap scotch you never could get enough of. And it's a shameful world…
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Leafless trees hung low in the cold. I saw myself kneel, fall, die all alone. No pity, no tears, no profound song. Just gone. The limbs of the trees broke in the wind. Worn and old from beckoning, again and again. But no god came. In the end…
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every moment each day searching for something someone to feel know care every face each friend rejection and its too much too much too much to bear it's been a long long time coming it's a long long way home every moment each inch of time…
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