This is really fucking dope. I don't even get it, but it's awesome. Sounds nothing like the original, but in a good way.

Dj Pancakes does not like much things. Sometimes antisocial and always problematic. Nothing they do is legal. ACAB including your shitty uncle or big brother. 

"I think he'd actually love this" is dedicated to Bryantz Alexander Walker, my brother who lives in heaven with Whitney Houston now. He was my queer brother. 

Venmo: @Q-Allen
https://soundcloud.com/dj-pancakes-ruined-my-life

DJ PANCAKES- "I think he'd actually love this"

Ruby Weapon

Revelry (FREE)

instrumental demo, just trying to figure out how FL Studio works ; )

Voided Cistern_Demo

lyrics:

De-
-caying corpses
Of world ending
Machines

Tur-
-rets corroding
I can see them
In my dreams

Who
Was your pilot
Ion cannons
In the night

Low-
Orbit destroyer
You did burn us
With your light



Ghosts
In the furnace
Tape reel gravestone
In the heart

Lives
That I loved once
Crystal palace
In the dark

Tell
Me the future
Cuz the present
Isn’t mine

I’ll
Keep your secrets
Terror twilight
Wicked lies

Golden Destroyer

lyrics:

Where did you hide?
I couldn't find
but a piece of gold
over my eye
but a charred black hand
on mine

Hold back the sun
You could have won
you were bigger than
the sky
you were bigger than
the sky

It’s creeping in
The final line
You would cradle me
In your arms
I would cradle you
In mine


A thousand lives
I’ve no regrets
My new brother
rides
My new brother
rides

Brother Rides

Lyrics by Yoni Wolf (of Why?) and music originally written by Joanna Newsom, performed by Sszreter (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Wg0H1oRSOU)

Each of these old light leaves is dirt,
barely held together by
tiny bone hands that used to be alive

Holding hands
loose gripped
at the deja vu dream scene end
of a lifelong relationship

These light leaves
is my hair on the bathroom floor,
my smaller selves down the sewer somewhere,
under berkeley, cincinatti, or on tour
Airplane rear
and hotel lobby ladies rooms: beware,
as these light leaves bagged up in plastic,
never to decompose or fertilize

When my balls are finally big enough to do it
I don't want no casket, no saddle,
no seethrough plastic mask,
no casket, no saddle,
no seethrough plastic mask

And when I finally do it
I wanna do the dirt
like the dead leaves do
and if you do leave the earth
when the earth leaves you

cold and hard as a marble table top
with nothing on top,
there's no hip-hip-hop-hooray
keeping Heaven's golden-barbed gateway,
no bright confetti, high-step march, ticker tape parade
There's no mound of clouds to lounge on,
no mound of clouds to lounge on



Light Leaves (Peach Plum Pear)

i love myself <3

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Production: @lilbando
Mastering: @vermaasaudio
Photograph: Kayla Varley
Premiere: pnps.co/2g24C  

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