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Do you Serve A Purpose
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This track is for demostration purposes only! Featuring Corey Taylor (of slipknot)
karma cronicle ambient ch
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Trip Hop & experimental music, phat beatz & dark trippy sounds. Karma Cronicle's music isn't to make you feel alive, its to let you know you are alive!!
Karma Cronicle is a 21 year old male who writes & produce's Ambient, trip hop & experimental. He has been writing music for around 6 years. Behind the scenes also features co-production from KyEden, who has been producing with Karma Cronicle for 4 years. You can check out KyEden @ Soundclick. NEWS ON THE NEW ALBUM '3D Blasphemy'? - I was really pleased with this album, the sound has a more distinctive trippy feel to it. I decided to take the album a little more experimental, a more gothic trip hop vibe. It features various new vocalists. I also worked with KyEden on many of the tracks, just to add that dark atmospheric sound that people have taken a liken to. WHY THE NAME '3D Blasphemy'? We are seeing the downfall of society more & more now, before it was say '2D', but now its more life like, hence the '3D'. We live in a three dimentional world, with blasphemy becoming more mainstream. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO PURCHASE A COPY OF THE NEW ALBUM, CONTACT KARMA CRONICLE...
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Genre
Electronic • Drum n Bass
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#2,736 in subgenre Peak #20
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Peak #751
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K Cronicle, KyEden, Corey Taylor
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K Cronicle, KyEden
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January 03, 2005
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MP3 1.9 MB • 128 kbps • 2:03
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What a skeletal wreck of man this is. Translucent flesh and feeble bones, the kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic domes. Running rampid with free thought to free form, and the free and clear. When the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a laundry mat to sift and focus on the bigger, better, now. We all have a little sin that needs venting, virtues for the rending and laws and systems and stems are ripped from the branches of office, do you know where your post entails? Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve? When in doubt inside your atavistic allure, the value of a summer spent, and a winter earned. For the rest of us, there is always Sunday. The day of the week the reeks of rest, but all we do is catch our breath, so we can wade naked in the bloody pool, and place our hand on the big, black book. To watch the knives zigzag between our aching fingers. A vacation is a countdown, T minus your life and counting, time to drag your tongue across the sugar cube, and hope you get a taste. WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS FOR? WHAT THE HELL’S GOING ON? SHUT UP! I can go on and on but lets move on, shall we?
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