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rideflame
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Experimental Sounds
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Load up yer i pod and GO!!! shopping for cranberrysaucesproutsturkeyandChristmaspud.
As cold as the moon...
Made it after an evening of much fun in Q3A. No rail gun wav in there, silly me.
Draw the knife blade over the heart strings to light the tinderbox...
Experimenting with binaural sounds.
Black Country dub...West Midlands UK.
kind of a lot going on.
Mr Dee had an obsidian mirror...
The boat leaves on the 5th August...on the river of ordeals, to seek 'The Kur'.
In the dark space between world and stars we travel in a small boat...within the darkness is something very old; The Kur. I sing as we float by and old song I used to sing to my children...
Call it therapy.
Something to do with breath...
Can't dance to it I don't think..
The words were very clear: Do Not Open. Just four steps away. Type in the code, gun in hand...step through...
or music for ASDA.
1978 Birmingham UK, just off Broad Street a place called Barbarella's. Floor sticky, air thick with dub.
Scooping liquid from the sun....
The wings of the sun ship sang as the beads of light danced through its sails, riding on the waves of sky we flew the song of the sky path into the night.
The sting in her tail glistened like sherbet, the razor edge always a single pulse away. She had always loved dancing the polka, under the midnight lamp of a solitary moon, and so she danced away too far too far always it was too farskimming thin ice
What ever it was it wasn't good. It stood there, it quivered there, it slavered there a million and one flavours of delight radiating from its lips. She noticed it slyly, gave into it shyly, despised it entirely but never the less, so it remained the
It goes on and on and on and on...and....