Name: Sundialed by Ewok Rad
Duration: 4 min 32 s
Description: submarine takes a break up to the surface and the crew explores the nearby desert island in a delirious thirst. sea-winds are everywhere.

NEW EP: Every Day Something (NAME YOUR OWN PRICE ON BANDCAMP)

In a hypnotic blend of Downtempo, Psychedelia, and Trip Hop this EP takes the listener on a journey molded around found sounds of natural and urban spaces, designed for those sleepless nights.

Air Hug

Today my remix for kill the noise is out on OWSLA!! BIG TINGGSSSS FUNKY JUMP UP SHITTT GET ON IT!!

Kill The Noise - Kill The Noise (Dillon Francis Remix)

summertime and ya know we were outside
everyday bike riding to the border whilst high
timing the tide so we could jump from the bridge.
pump air in our tires and toke bud's what we did.
bombed hills. old towne's full of em - invasive.
like perennial pepper weed, but fun for days kid,
fell off my board and lost my fave lid.

covered in blood, but i was still smiling
freedom is achievable after much milage
pig pilin theg moments that were wicked fun,
running to drug show - Phish, with a ticket stub,
until i'm done i'll never be short of loving, not thugging.
we in the woods but ain't tree hugging,
makin movies. beer in the bub, 
hakuna matata. grubs.

getting into farces,
living in the marshlands,
salt water for swimming and indigo.
farmstands. corn on the cob.
ran and hop the streams. famine is gone.
nah mean? 
salvia in the sandlot. laughing a riot.
car stopped, the sun dropped. 
random spot to draw, on newman road. shrooms and gold waves,
forever remember those golden days.

cruising inside a car, a bowl going.
or on cycles, maybe longboards, the roll flowin.
narnia pond sitting as a duck home.
swans float around the place and never fuckin roam.
we came to cave called devil's hollow. 
follow the leader. the deer-paths get swallowed.
let's come back here tomorrow.

vistas on top the hill.
tall grass, pricklin and full of ticks, but far from mall rats.
that's grimey scum livin at its prime, 
wouldn't wana live in an industrial world, even if it was mine.
we love the mud, mush. splat goes the weasel,
rock throwing everywhere the oyster's my easel.
pointin out the furs all over the sour diesel.



Livin in the Marshlands

let's sit back and appreciate the stillness,
everyone with 5 senses can most likely feel this,
some things strike as like a kind of memento.
 i'm goin into lobes of brain activity. boomers get the boat-a-rowin.
oh boy, your own bed is top shelf in comfortable,
unless erupting like a volcano blast just slump-to-lull. 
whoop, riveted bugging out eyes, crazy what some shit is really,
when you see it for the very first time it waves and kicks so clearly.
but the come-down is so nice, 
and icey lights upon the houses blink and cycle through the life,
of the moonlit night emotion - breathin good.
everything is just fine and coasting up home from moseley ave woods.
some classic phrasin and ringing of bells like nat king cole
every time it's white and lush i hype it such to capture the soul,
and what its essence is, more profound than solar flares,
enough wits essentially like coca cola polar bears.

my condolences to them
 
snowed in a couple of days, so we built an igloo,
a way to stay out in all the supremacy - relative vishnu,
got it under control over and out like fish food measurements under strict regiment,
i guess it's not an issue.
this yule time is arctic in some places
like on the two poles with penguins in yellow-beaked faces
and traces of bird blood, but not at all alike,
so whadda ya think of them apples? substantiality's outta sight.
but so on to the science side of it,
in light of the situation you might as well have a cryin fit.
to sympathize the riotous effects of what we're doin here,
it'll soon be all water so pack up your scuba gear.
knock knock. who's there?
it's a clean slated, freshly picked, new year.
let's see what'll happen in the cold snowy polar air,
i hope to god earth can preserve the wisdom of the polar bear

Polar Bears (finished rap)

sounds like the music to go along with an old VHS tape about ocean life, mixed with a cartoon Muzzy vibe, ya know?

Seacreature Videos

Bitch, just another word used to demean.
Bitch talkin it up scripting all of the scenes.
Bitch I had to check the numbers they stuck in between
a situation like some shit in a pile of leaves.
Discrimination against a bitch with the right to concede.
Discrimination against a kid with some ice in their lean.
Distinguish hatin from a bitch with a trick up their sleeve.
Finish the game and watch a bitch skip the handshake and leave.

How many fools cast they stoned ass?
How rules break and shatter the blown glass?
How many?
You been banking on the stakin out a motherfucker
waitin on the moneyorder just about to
Flip all the tables cos I want to reset em.
Not on a trip, just an observation, never forget em.
As long as a sit on the throne you built yourself in the stead of a bitch
Prayin for the fall, that's passive aggressive.

We all insecure sometimes. Own it.

Blinkfoot

Hydraupolis

submarine takes a break up to the surface and the crew explores the nearby desert island in a delirious thirst. sea-winds are everywhere.

Sundialed

Ewok Rad

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