I detect a bit of gamelan influence here :-) Thanks for positing to http://soundcloud.com/groups/xewton-music-studio

Ton of Lead

Sweet Summer Clothes

The course of the Catacunemaug runs, for the most part, through a vale bordered by high hills. The soil, under proper tillage, is productive of grain and grass, and runs into small ponds here and there formed by beaver-dams, ingeniously constructed from the bodies of young poets, which provide ample fish for their beaverly delectation.  Indolent human brats, too, want a taste: they dangle their cruelly skewered bait into these beaver-ponds as though they had built them themselves, and prize above all the fried livers of sunfish, at the catching of which they pump their greasy fists in the air.  One is left with the feeling that the tangled limbs of the poets are put to much better use.   

The Catacunemaug

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He had been an artisan of famed excellence, and with plenty to do; owned a house and garden; embraced a youthful, daughter-like, loving wife, and three blithe, ruddy children; every Sunday went to a cheerful-looking church, planted in a grove. But one night, under cover of darkness, and further concealed in a most cunning disguisement, a desperate burglar slid into his happy home, and robbed them all of everything. And darker yet to tell, the blacksmith himself did ignorantly conduct this burglar into his family’s heart. It was the Bottle Conjuror! Upon the opening of that fatal cork, forth flew the fiend, and shrivelled up his home. Now, for prudent, most wise, and economic reasons, the blacksmith’s shop was in the basement of his dwelling, but with a separate entrance to it; so that always had the young and loving healthy wife listened with no unhappy nervousness, but with vigorous pleasure, to the stout ringing of her young-armed old husband’s hammer; whose reverberations, muffled by passing through the floors and walls, came up to her, not unsweetly, in her nursery; and so, to stout Labor’s iron lullaby, the blacksmith’s infants were rocked to slumber.

Stout Labor's Iron Lullaby

"do unicorns exist?"
"no, not really."
"well, i believe in they do."

I Believe In They Do

Another bomb beat from producer experimentist FBO! It's CC liscenced so knock yourself out. Make something badass and send it to Meatwagon so we can give it a spin. Thnx - KHM

Floaty Boaty

"Floaty Boaty" .....d[o_o]b..... FBO's Latest 'FREE' Beat, Use It

One could say this is quite good.......... for a pile of shit!!

*made on iphone c music studio

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