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Cocaine Blues - LIVE

Abandoned Station is part of Stellar Echoes, an ambient album that immerses listeners in the solitude and grandeur of interstellar travel. Each track serves as a waypoint in the traveler's voyage, offering a glimpse into the serene beauty and profound mysteries of the cosmos.
Album: https://soundcloud.com/jaycbrewer/sets/stellar-echoes

Abandoned Station

02 Majime

Old Fashioned

Runaway (Prod.GLB Beats)

天下兴亡 匹夫有责
枪杆子里出政权? 错!
爱能战胜一切,唯有爱能

我们都是追梦人
用爱推翻暴政与仇恨
爱是最强大的武器

以德服人,以仁化干戈
同心协力,创造和平盛世
让爱成为革命,让革命传递爱
这是我们的梦,属于所有人的梦

革命即爱,推翻暴政与仇恨

Dropping on all platforms June 21st, presave here: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/soundbysab/sorry-a-collaborative-album

Alone ft Rel4xed & Yung Will

This song was dedicated to a Netflix Series Called (Ginny and Georgia)

This song was written by NocturnJay and Shefwluhken.

This is dedicated to Ginny And Marcus.

Released 5/15/24.

Record (N/A) rn.

© shefwluhken owns copyrights ™
® everyone 

Shefwluhken - LEAVES AND GO (feat. Uzel)

MADHOUSE

All Songs by me (Written, Performed, Ruined, Resuscitated, Mixed, Re-recorded, Abandoned and all other possibilities).  Special thanks to Dani Ford, Kahlan Davis, John Moreland, and the Toxic Brothers.

Art by Amrulqays Maarof (PixaBay)

Fried Peperoni (30 Minutes Or Less Mix)

Suicide Mission (OG Version).mp3 #prod. Enigma

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Actually slaps"

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.

革命即爱,推翻暴政与仇恨

blorgpulkfplorksickle

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