Hi!  This song features a SubDecay OctaSynth which makes my guitar sound like an... um, well... and octave synthesizer. Throw in some Whammy pedal and a funky beat and there ya have it!

As always, PLAY LOUD! and enjoy!

Countdown to Zero

David Andrew composes acoustic rock, rock and electronica music from his home studio in the Chicago area. You can find him at www.davidandrew.com, on Facebook, ReverbNation and, of course, SoundCloud. You can buy DA tracks on Bandcamp!

"The creative is the place where no one else has ever been.
You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition.
What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover is yourself.” A.Alda

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"Intelligence is not to make no mistakes, but quickly to see how to make them good." B.Brecht

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"Man muss noch Chaos in sich haben, um einen tanzenden Stern gebären zu können." F.Nietzsche

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"The syntactical nature of reality, the real secret of magic, is that the world is made of words &
if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it! whatever you wish." T.McKenna

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Ich bin das, was du [nicht] daraus gemacht hast!? N|K o`n´† r a ↯† o∓*** u² :):

und...

Wenn er nicht gestorben is...
dann, ist er auf Aggropolis. . . ... /\/ ! < 0==][::::::::::::... ±

oder...✞ɪ'ʍ✞...✞blutbad: | ╳= y´z:

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Beloved Reader...
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I leave you now with a tale penned by: a man...
who found freedom, in the most unlikeliest of places...
at the bottom of an inkwell, on the tip of a quill.

However...

Be forewarned...
It's plot is blood-soaked...
It's characters depraved...

and...

It's themes... unwholesome at best.

but...

In order to know virtue...
We must acquaint ourselves with vice.
Only then can we know the full measure of man.

So come...

I dare ***

TURN THE PAGE !!!!!!
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To The Reader of The Radar ;)
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Stupidity, delusion, selfishness and lust torment our bodies and possess our minds, and we sustain our affable remorse the way a beggar nourishes his lice. Our´sins are stubborn, our contrition lame; we want our scruples to be worth our while how cheerfully we crawl back to the mire: with few cheap tears washing our stains away! Satan Trismegistus subtly rocks our ravished spirits on his wicked bed until "the precious metal" of our will is leached out by this cunning alchemist: the Devil's's hand directs our every move the things we loathed become the things we love: day by day we drop though stinking shades quite undeterred on our descent to Hell! Like a poor profligate who sucks and bites the withered breasts of some well-seasoned trull, we snatch in passing at clandestine joys and squeeze the oldest orange harder yet. Wriggling in our brains like a million worms, a demon demos holds its revels there, and when we breathe, the Lethe in our lungs trickles sighing on its secret course. If rape and arson, poison and the knife have not yet stitched their ludicrous designs onto the banal buckram of our fates, it! is because our´souls lack enterprize*

But here among the scorpions and the hounds, the jackals, apes and vultures, snakes and wolves, monsters that howl and growl and squeal and crawl, in all the squalid zoo of vices, one is even uglier and fouler than the rest, althoug the least flamboyant of the lot; this beast would gladly undermine the earth.

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{LOVE IS NOTHING BUT! A BEAUTIFUL ACHY MISTAKE}
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Dank +Infos☞ http://allpoetry.com/Bachir_Ramadan

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Words by Bachir Ramadan [poet] from Lebanon
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Mehr Infos☞ http://www.allpoetry.com/poem/11290466-Breathe-by-Bachir-Ramadan

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∀. . . ...вᴙεaᴛн ı s ?!?³

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TWO WRONGS INFER 1.0NE RIGHT!? [ l734 ]
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http://soundcloud.com/thebeautifultable/nevermore
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aber...

Besser Ein Ende Mit! Schrecken, Als Schrecken Oh'ne N.de


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P.S. "The last one will suffer the pain of the first" Hammer, Line of Wisdom by DESCEND [nord|and]
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Gentle, evolving textures and pads colliding with woozy detuned vibes that suggest Boards of Canada demos left in the sun for too long.

Ambient/Electronica artist, Film/TV composer @yuritomanek

Countdown to Zero

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