Ex-Gesture

Impulsive Compulsion – Experimental Sounds Artist

Sexy Trip Hop Song | Ex-Gesture by Impulsive Compulsion | Stream Free

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Impulsive Compulsion

Impulsive Compulsion, an experimental electronica project.

is a one man army producing music on his pc. Influenced by , simply makes music he and make. Luckily, it doesn’t sound all that bad to others.

having the power of or actually driving or impelling

arising from an impulse [an decision] prone to act on impulse [an young man]

acting momentarily

Pronunciation: k&m-’p&l-sh&n

Function:

Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French or Late Latin; Anglo-French, from Late Latin , from Latin to compel

an act of compelling : the state of being compelled a force that compels

an irresistible persistent impulse to perform an act (as excessive hand washing); : the act itself

SoundClick artist Impulsive Compulsion presents "Ex-Gesture", an outstanding release in the Trip Hop genre. It rewards close listening, revealing new details on each playthrough. The Nijmegen influence comes through clearly, making this especially appealing to trip hop fans. "Ex-Gesture" can be used royalty-free with a Creative Commons license, making it freely accessible for sync, content, and creative projects.

Song Info

Genre

Electronic • Trip Hop

Charts

Peak #852

Peak in subgenre #27

Author

Ruben de Groot

Rights

2006

Uploaded

January 19, 2007

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:27 minutes

Lyrics

It all fell out of my hands
When she said we could still be friends

It all fell out of my hands
When she said we could still be friends

And my dinner came back out again
Into a heart-shaped puddle

It all fell out of my hands
When she said we could still be friends

And the burned letters formed a smoke-signal
But the Indians were dyslectic

It all fell out of my hands
When she said we could still be friends

And the flower dropped his peddles
They went straight to the floor
And the thorns appeared in an unwanted place
Where the wind blew me home

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