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"people make promises, some are promised a new kingdom."
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"everday is a winding road, we get a little bit closer."
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naenia poughkeepsie hardcore/screamo from new york young kids doing what they love
driven by life and our ambitions ready to take head on whatever comes our way
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performed on a roland mc 505...some of my best work...edited and mastered in audacity and ableton live...pure free experimental psychedelic devotional underground groovebox electronica.
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just a sliver of a moon
as i walk thru this town
yea it is trash night
and i am sacred bound
i am counting my steps
and i am looking at my hands
i am feeling your skin
some might say that i am a bird in the wind
i learned how to…
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if you had an indian name
what would it be
if you needed a hostage
you can always have me
and when the world is flat
and we come to the edge
would you red me your words
would you tell me our pledge
oh the sounds of the morning
they set desire…
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i had ice coffee in the morning
moved my finger along a map
felt the future rising through me
i held the world in my lap
i though tabout texas this morning
kanas is now on my mind
followed you through the flood plains
the swelling rivers a…
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Electric guitar improvisation with live computer processing and looping.
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Improvised electronic music. Played along with live cricket commentary.
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my slow steady breath
buried like death
beneath the song's vibrations
and inspirations
away from all this place
and my shoelace
a sea parts in my path
i see all none, only black cloaked wrath
yet in this skyless night gleams
down…
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clocks tick blasphemy, duel intent
only sun, only moon
inherit a moment's trust-
tether my spirit's fog to the present
halt infinity, mute old tunes
damn the cosmos if I must
phantoms of light, too old to repent
undead galactic projections…
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All I ask of you is . . . everything.
The song is part of the soundtrack from my book, "PRONOIA Is the Antidote for Paranoia: How the Whole World Is Conspiring to Shower You with Blessings," which can be found here:
http://bit.ly/Pronoia
Credits…
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my slow steady breath
buried like death
beneath the song's vibrations
and inspirations
away from all this place and my shoelace
a sea parts in my path
i see all none, only black cloaked wrath
yet in this skyless night gleams
down through…
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outside a car door slammed
no engine followed or preceded
how long has the machine sat idle?
how long till its metal parts the air?
a madman in the neighborhood
or a neighbor in my madman mind?
only streetlights know for sure
the haunted…
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This is the wish of every traveling musician who has a loved one at home.
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