Jeff Sampson's listening history
If you're looking for an easy way out
I got some cyanide pills at my house
Shine a light
Take control of your life
And mine
I never loved being left out
So let's make it a suicide pact
Then when we leave
We'll leave together
And live…
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The full moon is huge and a brazen, insidious yellow just above the horizon. Puffy white clouds radiate moonlight and glow. And just there I see it... amidst what look like huge fishing nets floating in the sky, a giant galleon making it's way…
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Steely.
Cold room.
Cold metal chair.
A metal door that transmitted grim finality.
That faint smell of ozone playing like a dread prelude to the adrenaline surge coursing up and down my spine.
I am staring down the gun muzzle of synthetic…
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I used to ride the train a lot. The lyric was written on one of those meandering rides through the rust belt of Germany.
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A true story. Predictably, the photo forms the album art for this record.
I've never felt incredibly close to my Dad, but it's not like he didn't try.
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The most experimental of the pieces in the album.
Shawn Klein, a long-time internet friend, shares my interest in sound. He is a radio host and has various radio programs on the Global Voice internet radio, including one where he explores many…
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