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Max Stanley - for realz
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jazz metal experimental stanley noise lofi max boredoms neutral milk hotel ish olivia tremor control home made insturments analog audio recording badday band
Absurd, bizzare, complex, stream of concience music from West Virginia. NEW TRACKS COMING SOON!!
The Badday Band is an eclectic mix of used instruments, out dated gear and some guys from West Virginia that compose, perform, and record stream of conscience music resembling anything from surf, video game, metal, psych pop, jazz, movie scores, and folk to flat out noise!
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Genre
Alternative • Avant Rock
Charts
Peak #343
Peak in subgenre #32
Author
Max Stanley
Rights
2011
Uploaded
August 17, 2011
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MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:29
Lyrics
no fad will last roll black over hills till the trees relax and slip the winter pill i take back all the acid tracks in my past and laugh it's all math and wax until it kills fast how whack would that be? not to be actually happening, but to be passively vast just ask then swallow your tongue in the dark hiccup a spark in the dark follow the arc only to become on your self at the precise moment you discover that it's bad for your health it helps to take a tiny piece of molten red iron oar wrap it in a hairless pelt stripped from the back of living metaphor place it on the floor in a circle drawn before the sill of your kid brothers bedroom door... before the mother snake opens up her gaping wound to empty buckets of blood into the sea of moons consume her frothy pink smoke to remove the doom that's been choking your throat no hope and dope will ruin the mood too soon then bloom into a flower that will blot out the sun and moon then shower the earth in nectar killing every living one and thing no bird will sing, nor worm will crawl the universe entombs us all these points of light buried deep inside my mind ignite by some divine right to pass through my lips evaporate into electric mist this bliss static kiss on the wire lemon and iron inspire your muse to conspire in rooms used to fuse into epileptic fits of rage these epilogue kits that will pave the way for so many pages to say how so the day went until it was gone so ended this song
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