All Is Known (Intro) - Gumboot Soup
If Not Now, Then When? - L.W.
Minimum Brain Size - K.G.
Sleep Drifter (Live in KEXP) - FMB
Honey - K.G.
Pleura - L.W.
Doom City - FMB
The Castle In The Air - Polygondwanaland
The Fourth Colour - Polygondwanaland
Straws In The Wind - K.G.
Oddlife - K.G.
Nuclear Fusion (Intro)- FMB
Loyalty - Polygondwanaland
Nuclear Fusion - FMB
Ontology (Outro) - K.G.
Static Electricity - L.W.
Billabong Valley - FMB
Supreme Ascendancy - L.W.
Searching... - Polygondwanaland
East West Link - L.W.
O.N.E (Intro) - L.W.
Some Of Us (Outro) - K.G.
Ontology - K.G.
Rattlesnake - FMB
All Is Known (Outro) - Gumboot Soup
See Me - L.W.
The Fourth Colour (Outro) - Polygondwanaland
Deserted Dunes Welcome Weary Feet (Outro) - Polygondwanaland
Crumbling Castle (Outro) - Polygondwanaland
Flying Microtonal Banana (End) - FMB

A Poly Exploration Into Microtonal Tuning - A King Gizzard and The Lizard Wizard Mix

Adventure Master

Alene Hjemme 6 - en romjulstape

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Chorinho?

Ved Rondane BBTT

Scott Aukerman and Ben Schwartz have done it again! 14 minutes of brilliance, now with some lush accompaniment.

Sonicolo Olympic Song Challenge with Orchestration

This was made entirely on garage band and recorded with the microphone attached to iPhone headphones. Fuck you!!!

special thanks to Amy Zimmer,  Greta Titelman,  Whitmer Thomas , Tim Robinson, Penny,  Lorelei Ramirez , Chelsea Peretti , Jak Knight , Mitra Jouhari , Zack Fox , Jo Firestone , Ana Fabrega , Spike Einbinder,  Catherine Cohen , and  Quinta Brunson for being a part of it!

DISEASE SLEUTH Podcast Ep.1

Emily Dickinson

Do People moulder equally,
They bury, in the Grave?
I do believe a Species
As positively live

As I, who testify it
Deny that I — am dead —
And fill my Lungs, for Witness —
From Tanks — above my Head —

I say to you, said Jesus —
That there be standing here —
A Sort, that shall not taste of Death —
If Jesus was sincere —

I need no further Argue —
That statement of the Lord
Is not a controvertible —
He told me, Death was dead —

Do People Moulder Equally

Emily Dickinson

There is a morn by men unseen —
Whose maids upon remoter green
Keep their Seraphic May —
And all day long, with dance and game,
And gambol I may never name —
Employ their holiday.
Here to light measure, move the feet
Which walk no more the village street —
Nor by the wood are found —
Here are the birds that sought the sun
When last year's distaff idle hung
And summer's brows were bound.
Ne'er saw I such a wondrous scene —
Ne'er such a ring on such a green —
Nor so serene array —
As if the stars some summer night
Should swing their cups of Chrysolite —
And revel till the day —
Like thee to dance — like thee to sing —
People upon the mystic green —
I ask, each new May Morn.
I wait thy far, fantastic bells —
Announcing me in other dells —
Unto the different dawn!

There Is A Morn By Men Unseen

v0.1 Nighthawk soundwave disciples

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Erling Lien