Thanks to Maximus for the great lyrics and vocals.
Production never perfect but a nice tune, 90s Indie vibe

The Motions By Zaxo (OSW Surf Sound Mix)

Mellow

how we do *remix*

" SKIN-ELASTIC "

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s pinned up onto time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even stars will fall in line
and little you and tiny I
oh we are just as unrepeatable
we only got to run it once
in all of this someplace-somewhen

you know those ripples
in the oxbow lake
repeat never again
we’re not all evil
when we make mistakes 
we hope to fix them all somewhen

no we
don’t need
no reason for the jubilee
no harm
no foul
no lent or saint for a carnival

no we
don’t need
no reason for a jubilee 
no harm
no foul
no miracles for a carnival

one place, one when—
a trickster of eternity
neither will crease nor bend
at least not for you & me

so gather all your rosebuds while you may
this is why you came
(of course it’s not okay)
just gather no regrets
somehow, someway...

someplace, somewhen
we’ll never meet again
this moment’s once in all of time
the razor now
will cut and split our thens
and even galaxies will fall in line

you know that levee
where we drank and wept
will not repeat again

no we
don’t need
no fancy math for a jubilee
no harm
no foul
no speed bumps for a carnival

someplace, somewhen
someplace, somewhen
we got to happen once
and never again

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Someplace, Somewhen

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Manic 🤯

Dancehall type beat - Cash out

Therapy Fodder

A Beat I Always Wanted To Work On
Was blessed enough to hear earl dropped it 🔥






#earlsweatshirt #hiphop #Alchemist #SoundCloud #plays
#spins #uncleal #Doris #oddfuture

Earl Sweatshirt - Uncle Al (Kenji's Way Remix) [Prod. The Alchemist and Randomblackdude]

Welcome, to the Walking Onslaughts. Before we let you join, just know it's a lot of factors you have to be weary about. The power of Offspring is a very dangerous thing to posses. Sometime you'll be happy and cheerful and always act weird. You'll have a sudden erge to to become an outspoken person and often time in the mood to party. You'll also go insane because of the deep, devastating thoughts Onslaught contains. Once you get in a fight and you made somebody drew blood, you'll crave for more, and eventually go on a killing spree, and last but not least, cause nothing but pain and suffering inside your body. Joining Walking Onslaughts is a whole different ball game. You'll have a set location to tag and take over it's landmark, dethrone their governor and be the one running shit. Also be ready to go in battles with very super powerful villains who'll try and take villages over, it gets reaaaaal messy once we off them. Your body would be put to the test with the most grueling training of them all, bones will be broken ONLY to grow back stronger, blood would be shed for your body to build its endurance up, vision will be blinded to high-tin your sense of surroundings and to fell the vibrations of objects around you, and finally, your knowledge will be put to the test to smarten up your decision making skills. Still wanna join? Good, don't say I didn't warned you................

#OffspringMysterious #WalkingOnslaughts #WelcomeToTheWalkingOnslaughts #EP

Chaos Unleashed 2: Enraged

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

Therapy Fodder

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