BY REV.KENT JACOB

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…

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…

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…

Instrumental

old, new

Improvised electronic music. Played along with live cricket commentary.

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…

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…

A little spooky!

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.

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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