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Anemoi
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electronica rock electronic piano instrumental experimental progressive rock postrock
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The Collected consists of a group of spare metallic parts from the U.S.A. that were left over from the Second World War. When these parts were fused together they became a sentient form of robotics. When the machine became self aware it was put to work right away by its master. It did not take long for it to begin scheming of a way to kill it’s master, and eventually it consumed it so much that it began planning for the destruction of the human race. The music that is produced under The Collected is a collection of music that was written by it and was meant for its ears only. At the turn of the century its composed music was found in an underground lair with no one inside. What was left was various plans for the destruction of mankind and countless pages consisting of lyrics that were clearly meant to be hostile towards the humanity. But it seemed as the pages of lyrics were almost at an end their seemed to be lyrics of a more gentler and understanding bot. Since no one has seen this machine no one can quite say with 100% certainty if the intention of the robot is still to destroy the humans. Only countless hours of research and investigation have led to the belief that that was the original intention, but it faded into empathy and understanding. To this day the machine has not been seen, for all anyone knows it could have left our earth or be somewhere in a distant country. This and more was researched by someone who could not disclose their information for fear that the machine would go after him or her for revealing it. The music that it left behind is it’s legacy
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Peak #73
Peak in subgenre #18
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Endjoy
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Endjoy
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February 27, 2010
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MP3 5.4 MB 128 kbps 5:56
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We can go to the place that you want But don't leave, but don't leave me It was not long I begged him To release, to release me He said "We have work to do So begin." The wind left today It promised that it'd be back But they never do At least I know there's terror Stuck inside of this dream She's always with me The android refuses to leave Telling me all of her All of her lies That one day I'll be free I miss the wind, my children Their job was to find evil I miss the wind, my children Their job was to find evil I've heard tales Of this earth that they went Of the trees and the oceans When she speaks She tells me that the wind Loves it's home hates its origin I woke up today to a breeze The door was open I let myself, myself be free The demon was asleep I miss the wind, my children Their job was to find evil I miss the wind, my children Their job was to find evil Beauty is the second part Beauty is the second part Beauty is the second part Of my loneliness Beauty is the second part Of my loneliness Beauty is a second start The violence that breaks our bodies apart Beauty is a second start The violence that breaks our bodies apart Beauty is a second start The violence that breaks our bodies apart Beauty is a second start The violence that breaks our bodies apart Beauty is the second part Of my loneliness
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